The Confrontation
"Did you really think you were free from me?" he asked, "Foolish girl, you should have known better."
"Loki, get out," Sif sneered, glaring at his smirk in the reflection of the mirror.
"But you see I like your company. I enjoy our little talks—don't you?" Anger surged through her body and hot tears escaped her, for the mischievous boy she had known as a child had grown up to be so vile and menacing.
He smirked, "There's no need to get excited."
"I won't let you do this to me, not again."
"Ah, but that's where you're wrong."