It was odd to Sif how unexpected Loki's behavior was to her, when at the same time it couldn't possibly have been anyone else's. This was not a facet she knew of him, but she couldn't misplace it even so. And yet, she remained surprised. Sif never believed him so cold as he seemed on the surface, she had guessed at the warmer passion lurking beneath with every hint he shown over the years. It was that he had shown this to her that shocked her, she decided. It had always seemed to her like sometimes he couldn't decide whether he was fond of her or not, or perhaps he was simply not fond of what she represented; so he kept her at a distance but did not actively avoid her.

And now, here he was, still so close even though he had broken their kiss. Sif had gasped softly in surprise, and she was unsure whether the 'spell' was broken along with the kiss or not. Loki was still there, still holding on, her hand still caressing his cheek. Her breath had only slowed down a fraction when she elected to look up at him, the only time Sif had ever looked at him with a mix of shyness and expectation as unlike her as all else that had transpired.

But it wasn't unlike her, as it had happened. Sif refused, despite the fear, to simply explain this away as a moment of insanity or whatever else people liked to say to avoid responsibility for their actions. And she especially refused to do it when she wasn't even sure she did not want to kiss him again. But perhaps that would be pushing her luck.