Sif had moved like, well, the naked girls in the dream Thor had had about them bathing. The dreams he had been damn sure not to mention to her because he liked breathing, and having ribs that functioned properly and things. Not to say he hadn't liked the dream but...there was a sense of her being connected to that world somehow, even if she hadn't been there herself. It had been weird.
Watching Loki fight had been really impressive, even if Sif had taken the victory that time too. Thor had amused himself by alternatively cheering on each of them, and refusing to pin down a side. As the swords got taken away and Loki approached, Thor clapped a hand on his brother's shoulder in what felt, well, natural to do after this sort of bout. And then grinned.
"So you got beaten by a girl." he joked, proud grin still there. "Seriously, I'm impressed."