Tall, strong, like a wall of a man in front of her now. Sif hesitated and then, with more bravery than she felt, she lifted her eyes to his.
Thor. The moment they locked eyes she had no doubt. It wasn't just his looks: her soul met his somewhere in the air between them. His presence rocked her and she felt her breath catch.
She had a name but she couldn't speak it. She couldn't say anything. She just drew herself to her full (not very impressive height) and didn't turn her proud gaze away.
You know who I am, was what she wanted to say.
(Please know who I am, was what she wanted to beg.)