Thor's senses were dull now that he'd been deceived by Loki and the rest of the world. He wasn't looking for Sif, so he didn't not see her. "No," his voice was direct, as solid as the swipe the hammer made coming down onto the block of wood.
"Don't mind him he's always in a bad mood." The other guys laughed, they gave Deirk a hard time, but he could easily Hulk smash them into an oblivion. He stood after breaking in a few more swings and lifting up a beam of wood on his own without any help from the rest of them. He paused a moment, taking off the hardhat to wipe the sweat from his brow.
She was still there. He could feel her standing in his way.