"I am just going to take a wild guess and say you didn't sleep at all last night." It was Sif whom made the observation.

To the Asgardian prince whom was also a Jotnar sitting right in front of her and Loki… For a man whom always put such great afford into looking neat. He looked a mess!

Deep bags under his eyes, which made the red of his iris's look even brighter, almost fluorescent but without to much going on, kind of zombie like.

A big give away was his hair which had been allowed to become a mess and even curl by the tips, his posture wasn't straight but leaning forward and worst of all…. His clothes was not the picture of perfection, some buckles hadn't been festooned probably and there were wrinkles in his cape!

Actual wrinkles in the cape! What had the world come to.

The look Loki gave Sif was absolutely deadpan, sullen… and a little bit funny because he really looked like such a mess.

"Is it because you are worried about Thor?" Sif asked.

"He'll be fine." Loki muttered… Thor had yet to wake up, he had been placed on a bed and had now been laying there ever since they returned the day before. "He just seriously need training in how to actually control his own powers without the use of a conduit. Basically when he uses Mjolnir, it forces him to only use very small concentrated bursts. Without it, there is no holding it back except his own mind and discipline. But since Thor never bothered training magical discipline he is hopelessly untrained."

"I assume you are going to help him with that when he wakes up." Sif commented.

"Well obviously, do I even have a choice?" Loki asked then he yawned deeply.

"Okay then, if it's not Thor. Then what is it?" Sif asked.

Loki quieted.

"Loki?" Sif asked.

"I..." Loki halted. "I… I killed her."

Sif quieted.

"Her blood was on my face and on my hands..." Loki breathed. "I didn't face her when I did it… I snook up from behind. I thought I would be fine I mean… She had to die, Thor wasn't strong enough to take her from the front, even with all his raw power unleashed. If it wasn't done she would come for Asgard so why… Why am I shaking?" he asked, he grabbed his hand, trying to make them stop shake. "Why do I see her face when I close my eyes?" he asked. "And feel the warmth of her blood on my face."

"Well Loki… because." Sif breathed. "You're not a monster."

Loki looked up.

Sif averted her eyes. "The way you did it… It was not. The Asgardian honor code but… It was the only way." she swallowed. "At first I was shocked, but now… I see the truth."

"Jotnars are well known for their brutality." Loki swallowed. "It… scares me a little bit." he admitted.

"Well, if that fight proved anything it is that you're Loki before you're either a Jotnar or an Asgardian." Sif commented. "I mean, I think you're the only one who would be touching Helas nose just to spite her! That was kind of amazing."

Loki smiled lightly, actually looked a little amused. "I am rather proud of that one." he admitted.

"You should be." Sif chuckled slightly then quieted.

Loki smiled lightly as he leaned back. "Do you know Thor got a bit jealous? He was afraid the two of us were becoming a thing."

Sif's eyes widened. "What?" she asked.

"Figures doesn't it?" Loki asked. "You were willing to give him a chance at any time the last hundred years, but it is the moment competition arrives he finally opens his eyes."

Sif blushed deeply as she sat back looking down.

"If I it's all right I be honest." Loki asked and Sif nodded slightly. "No offense, but what I realized lately is that you are much like a sister to me. A true sister, which also means… Doing anything else feels wrong. Frankly."

Sif smiled amused. "I'm glad you see it like that." she admitted. "You're just not my type!"

"Ouch." Loki blinked.

"You have though become like a brother to me as well, and I don't want to loose that brother I gained recently." Sif admitted. "Even if I had such feelings towards you, I don't really think I wish to risk what we have now in favor of a failed romance. You're to important to me to loose on such a whim."

Loki smiled lightly, his eyes becoming drowsy. "No lie, out of my two options, you are my favorite sister." he stated. "And that's the nice thing about being the adopted one! I get to choose who I want to consider family and not!"

Sif looked at him. "Really?" she asked.

"Absolutely!" Loki grinned, then he yawned, his eyes started to close.. then his head started to nod.

"You need to go to bed." Sif stated.

"hmmm..." Loki murmured his eyes falling shut, then he opened them wide, only for his eyes to be closing again.

Sif shook her head then walked over to Loki and grabbed his arm pulling him up. "Come on your highness! Time for bed."

"Kay..." Loki murmured.

"As long as Thor is sleeping, you're the leader and your word goes. You need to stay sharp!" Sif stated pulling him with her.

"This is a dumb position." Loki muttered in a drowsy voice.

"So I've been told." Sif smirked amused as she dragged Loki with her. "Over and over… By you. Thank you for the sacrifice my prince."

"Veeeery funny." Loki replied and Sif shook her head they would be fine.