Taking Loki's arm, Sif accompanied him across the bridge, waiting as they approached the sentries. She could tell her companion was taking great pleasure in their arrival, and she had no intention of denying him.
"My Lord speakest true," Sif told the guards. "Loki is with me, and I bid that he be welcome into Asgard at my side."
Stepping away from him, she approached the guards. She didn't draw her sword, but all knew her well enough that she didn't have to. "Or doth thou wish to challenge the verity of my existence once more? I wouldst be happy to prove thee with mine blade."