It felt excellent to be wearing Asgardian garb again. While she had adjusted to the clothing of the mortal world, she still found the mostly synthetic fabric coarse and unusual feeling against her skin, making her long for the simpler textures of her native land.
Smiling, her eyebrow quirking mischievously at Loki's gesture, Sif nevertheless took his hand pliantly, inclining her head in respect of his station. "Art thou ready to return home, my lord?" she asked, with only a hint of playfulness in her tone. She wasn't mocking him, nor did she want him to think that she was. Her appearing at his side in Asgard would be rather a momentous occasion, and they both knew it, even if they'd never spoken of it. Sif intended to undertake it seriously, for his sake.