Loki winced at the elbow nudge and pointed look. Not because it hurt, but because it was a hint that Darcy might not be pleased. He smiled and laughed like nothing was amiss, lifting a shoulder and trying to play it off as a simple misunderstanding. He even shot Sif a somewhat apologetic glance.
"That really isn't true," the God of Mischief, Chaos, and Lies was saying about them both thinking Sif looked smoking hot. He too looked at Darcy as though he was trying to gauge her mood by what she requested to drink.