Hurt.
"Why, Loki? Just, why?" she screamed.
"What do you mean, why?" Loki answered, with a grin on his mouth. He looked near to madness, and that grin only made it worse. Maybe he was mad anyway. "Do I really need to explain all this? I thought you would be clever enough to understand it, Sif."
"That's not what I mean," she said, and she realised how desperate she sounded. She knew he was stronger right now. He'd never been, but now he was, with all the power that scepter seemed to give him. "I know why you're doing this. I just can't understand why you became this. Remember how you played with Thor, how we fought, all of us. Remember Asgard, us, your home, at one time."
His glance hardened. "Asgard has never been my home."
"Don't say such things. Loki, it wás your home. It still can be." She watched as he walked to the window, and stared at the place where Asgard should be. Or Jotunheim, she didn't exactly know. "We missed you. Your parents, your brother – they all roamed for you."
"Thor isn't my brother! They aren't my parents! Don't you get it? I don't have a home, I don't belong anywhere." His anger shocked her. She could feel how he felt, and just when she thought he was going to cry or something, he laughed. He just laughed. "You never even liked me, did you? That's why you're here. To torment me just a little more."
"No, Loki. You're right, I wouldn't have been your friend if you wasn't Thor's brother. But you are. For him. And for me. He cares about you, so Í care about you." He still stood in front of the window, in silence. He didn't move, he didn't answer. He just stood there. He only seemed to shake slightly. Because of anger or grief? She couldn't tell.
"Why are you here?" he asked. He still didn't seem to feel like turning around. "Probably not because you 'care' about me."
"Please don't say such things. You are beyond reason. Just try to think. What is this going to bring you? Even if you win this – something you can't expect –, what then?" Her dark hear fell a bit more in her face with every movement she made. Her hands felt like they were frozen, but he didn't seem to notice the cold.
"What about ruling earth?"
"And what would that bring you?" she said. She was holding a few meters of distance between them. Did she fear him? Did she truly fear the little boy she grew up with? "Would that really make you happy? Do you believe that?"
"Do you?" was his answer, or his question, after a short pause of silence.
"No." This tiny word echoed through the building, and she saw how he bowed his head to the floor. For the first time today, she dared to come closer to him. "Of course not, Loki," she said in a soft, calm voice. She didn't want to upset him, not because he was that dear to her, but because she was afraid he would freak out. Slowly, she placed her hand on his shoulder, but as fast as he became calm, his temper showed up again. He turned around and hit her hand away roughly. But she couldn't help seeing that look in his eyes. They told her about his pain – slightly red and maybe even wet, she couldn't see it in the dark.
"For one more time, why? Why did you turn into this person, I don't know you like this. Why do you feel any better than them?"
"Why wouldn't I, what have I to fear?" Though she saw how he meant every word that came out of his mouth, he seemed less sure than before.
"Only people who don't feel good enough about themselves want other people to bow for them."
"Enough!" he screamed. A tear rolled trickled down his cheek, and Sif couldn't stop feeling sorry for him. She knew it hit him harder than anything she had said.
"I'm sorry, Loki." She moved like she wanted to touch him, but changed her mind.
"No. I am sorry."
That was the last thing she heard, and after a immense, blue-yellow light, everything became black, forever.