Sif nodded acknowledgement to Darcy's name, looking in thought for the briefest moment, because the memory wasn't that far off. "Yes, of course. You and your small band of..." Well, they weren't really warriors... "companions, aided Thor in his banishment. We all owe you a debt of gratitude." Then a gleam in her eyes showed something of amusement. "You are the mortal with the electric weapon." It wasn't a question.

"Tony Stark is a difficult man with which to converse." She admitted, mostly in hopes of easing the awkward atmosphere. Not that Loki cared if Darcy was uncomfortable. But Sif might, and right now, that's who he needed to be. "Have you been here long?"