Pantomime had never been Sif's forte, but here she was more or less aware of her own dramatics and more than willing to laugh with Loki at them. She hadn't gotten rowdy or violent yet, which was unusual but not unexpected - she was in a completely different environment after all. "But it didn't, so we should stay later." She insisted, shrugging carelessly as Loki lamented their drinking speed. "We can handle it."

Sif couldn't help a slight stiffness as Loki slipped his arm around hers. It was not only unusual, but virtually unheard of, which meant it took a little time getting used to. In truth, what was more shocking was how close they had been that he had simply done it as if it was a natural, everyday occurrence. More shocking still was how she not only did not mind, but welcomed the warmth of him so close to her.

"Agreed." Sif took to walking contentedly with him through the crowd with her best battle-stare: an intimidating far-off gaze, deadset on her faraway goal. It worked perfectly with Loki's imposing stature and demeanor. "What we should do, however, is snag ourselves a few bottles for when we get there." She had learnt a thing or two from Olaf, how could she not?