Thor and Sif
Thor was hesitant in greeting to Sif initially, which was frustrating. There was no actual reason why he shouldn't be reaching out to his oldest friend, and after talking himself into it, he strode over to Sif, a smile on his face and a drink in hand.
"You have skills as a hairdresser," he teased, tugging on the bottom of her braid. "What would your recruits say if they saw you dressed outside of your leathers and armour? Or would you remind them that everything is a weapon -- shoes included?"