"Oh. Well good it would be ridiculous otherwise. Not that it isn't now; wallowing in your mistakes is a waste of time and resources." The story wasn't known to Sif, but that did not mean it was just a story. "Oh? Do tell me that story, one of these days."

A whole week of kissing whenever one encountered a particular plant seemed...excessive. It began to seem to Sif like the Midgardians simply needed excuses to do things they wouldn't have the courage to do under the pretense of their own desires. As Loki went on, Sif's eyes narrowed, her mind processing what she had heard.

If not for the copious amounts of alcohol and the festive spirit, the next time she spoke what came out of her mouth would absolutely not have come out. As it was, Sif smiled slyly and leaned in, amusement in her eyes. "Are you trying to tell me something, Loki Odinson?"