[Fandral can’t help but chuckle. The petty fights between women never fail to amuse him, as long as they didn’t involve him, of course.]
Come now, Sif. Provocation is her trade. Look, even I am aware of that! Let her have her fun. I am sure she will tire of her own antics in no time and you will have your peace then.
Annoying? They have gotten us into mortal danger more than I can care to count!
So while she’s having her fun with you, and Thor, and Loki, and Volstagg and everyone else in this damn realm, I’m supposed to sit back and watch? Wait for your destruction? I think not, Fandral.
[She made an unintelligible noise and waved him away, ignoring his statement about Thor.]
[Fandral is rendered speechless as he processes what she had just told him, then a slow smile spread on his face.]
Dearest, dearest Sif - are you jealous?