[If these are Loki's attempts to cut her, then the blades he is reaching for are dull indeed. Sif shakes her head, the support of her friends and her own skill all of the reassurance that she would ever need.]

If I know little of your thoughts, you know even less of mine. I am not some child crying over cut hair, Loki. Unlike you, I know who I am and all that I have accomplished. I am lesser than no one.