"You don't have to do this, Loki," Sif said resolutely as he stopped in front of her form. Her blue eyes were shining, though they held no tears. She was pleading with him, and he felt his heart aching with uncertainty. She was one of his oldest companions, and he had to kill her to appease his mistress and Queen. Holding up her bound wrists, she said, "I do not have to die this day."