Sif stormed off the battle field, ignoring the triumphant victory cries of the Warriors Three, and the laughing bellows of Thor. She tore off the armor on her torso and threw it to the trodden on, bloodied grass. Her ever present sword swung at her side wildly in its sheath with her quick, angry steps. She walked until she was out of eyeshot of the men before leaning against a thick pillar in exhaustion. Wiping grime off of her features, she ignored the scenes replaying in front of her every time she shut her eyes. She did not notice the ceasing of Thor's celebratory cries, but heard his thunderous footfalls as he walked the same route she had. She was too weak and tired to resist confrontation, so she instead settled for straightening up and not leaning anymore.
"Lady Sif, what has troubled you? We have just secured a most impressive victory."
"I could have handled it myself, Thor. I am grateful for the assistance, but when can I ever get the glory of victory?"
"Do not be mistaken, our people shall tell tales of this battle for years to come."
"Yes, they shall tell the tale of THOR. Not of me, or Volstagg, or Hogun, or Fandral. They will accidentally LEAVE us out of the story because you are the part everyone remembers. You, and that woman, Jane!" With those harsh words hanging in the air she turned and began to walk away.
"Sif," Thor saying her name without the formality of 'Lady' in front of it halted her. "Who attains recognition has never angered you before. What else is wrong?"
Sif paused at the thunder god's words, choosing her own carefully.
"What is bothering me is that given the choice, you would save her over me." She left emotion out of the remark, and this time really walked away, leaving Thor with a confused and hurt expression. She knew he was deciphering her words in silence, and maybe, just maybe, he would understand them. Still, she walked on, before her foolish feelings for Thor made her do something she regretted.