Overdue visits. (Sif, Loki, Friday night)

Sif had, perhaps, been avoiding him. It wasn't in her nature not to confront people, but most times, she knew exactly how she wanted to proceed. With Loki it was more difficult to figure that part out. 'Rehabilitation' was such a vague concept, so she didn't know how to help with it--or even if she wanted to when all he seemed to want to do was make her angry and make Thor sad. It was like dealing with a child, and Sif had never fancied herself motherly.

Still, the idea of helping S.H.I.E.L.D. made Sif think of the main reason she'd come to Midgard, and how she'd been sorely neglecting that purpose. It would not hurt to look in on Loki and try talking to him, hopefully without striking him. And it certainly wouldn't hurt her to see the puppies she'd heard about, if any were left. Something from home.

She'd brought books, having visited some massive library today while she'd been out, but felt silly holding them under her arm as she knocked on the door to his chambers. She would shove them at him as soon as the opportunity presented itself and be done with it. "Are you there, trickster?"