The Promise of a Fool
"I don't appreciate the way you try to make a fool out of me, Sif," said Loki, his breath warming her in the starless night. She bit the inside of her cheeks, recalled unwanted memories, and scoffed,
"You led the enemy to the Asgard; your actions were illegal."
"Oh," he said, "And harboring a war criminal in the bed chambers is not illegal?"
"If I were to report you, we would both be put to death."
"Ah, that may be true," he began, nearing her, "but I always prevail, and I promise you, a blade will never grace your flesh."