Thor glanced up at the sky as if he'd just now noticed the clouds. "When have you ever known me to be wise?"

His breathing slowed as she approached. Though the tension didn't leave him, he had no plans to spend his temper on Sif, who had risked far too much for them both as of late. He mastered himself as best he could.

From her words and the tone of her voice, he guessed that she had found Loki as well. His expression softened a little, pensive.

"His fist found me first," Thor admitted, a little ruefully. A not entirely rational part of him was relieved at that - he would take that fury over pain and terror any day. "I haven't seen him so furious in a long time. Rightfully so, perhaps," He closed his eyes briefly. "But there is nothing else I could have done. It wasn't right. I couldn't see him suffer for me again."