The first time Loki could remember ever taking a second glance at Sif was during the celebratory feast of Thor's adolescent birthday, when the young prince was just beginning to consider his responsibility as future king of Asgard (and promptly deny its existence in favor of acting reckless, much to Frigga's ire). Loki was only just a bit younger than his brother, then, and far more responsible than Thor could possibly ever be in all his life, or at least that was how the trickster saw it.
Thor was far too busy with maidens and sparring sessions and any and all kinds of behavior that landed him in a spot of trouble, and yet somehow he'd managed to capture the relentless attention of Lady Sif, a young, aspiring warrior around their age. She had long, silky, ebony locks (compliments of Loki himself) and grey eyes that seemed very bland to Loki, having grown up around mostly vivid blue irises for all his life.
Her skin was often pale and she usually wore some article of clothing that was colored bright red, like the deepest crimson, to attract Thor's attention (it was, after all, his favorite color). In all the years he'd known the girl, she'd been pining after his princely brother from day one while Thor remained frustratingly oblivious to the entire ordeal, and nearly every one of her actions outside the sparring court reinforced the idea the she was completely smitten with him.
But tonight, oddly enough, Sif did not don her usual red attire, but instead wore a vibrant green dress made of deep, rich material that Loki had never seen before, hair curled and pulled over one shoulder to rest flat against the emerald cloth of her gown. Her eyes barely ever darted over to seek Thor out, either, as she entered the feast hall, and this surprised Loki.
It was, perhaps, the first moment he realized that not only did Sif look absolutely exquisite bathed in the color that happened to be his most favorite, but she also held a certain beauty about her, a beauty most intensified in those grey, previously bland eyes of hers.
