Sif hadn't known what to think at the appearance of a portal to their home, even as Thor so enthusiastically showed it to her on the screen of his speaking-device. At first of course, she wanted to be elated- to be as ecstatic and giddy as her counterpart for a long-overdue trip back to the place they belonged. But a shadow lingered in the back of her smile that kept her firmly rooted to the ground while his head soared into the clouds. Some might call it paranoia. After months of being trapped on the island and seeing its tricks, and with her lingering suspicion of Loki, Sif called it necessary caution.
She stepped through the world-rift last, the dutiful and on guard and praying the thing did not suddenly snap shut before she had a chance to come out the other side. When she did, however, the sweet familiar air welcomed her in embrace. Her smile was wide and joyful, and bubbled with a small chirp of delighted laughter as the breeze coiled through her hair. With a long awaited and happy thought, her own armor, all polished silver and crimson, materialized over the mortal garb she would never be completely used to. The weight of her sword and shield, more missed than she realized.
A little of that cautious shadow lightened, but it had not dissolved completely. Sif smirked quietly at the clever exchange between Thor and his niece, joining him with a nimble drop as Loki and Kat went about discussing wardrobe.
"I am not particularly inclined to believe we are here simply by wishful thinking," the war-goddess quipped quietly at Thor's side, sending a discerning look back toward the forest. "Has this happened before?"