[He holds her steady, his arms like iron; she is strong, but in this, she does not pose a challenge to Thor Odinson. The screaming is harder on him than her thrashing, but he grits his teeth and steels himself against it, wills himself not to listen to his dearest friend's agony until it has passed.
Eventually, she speaks again, and he sags in relief.] Good. That is good. [He relaxes his grip, brushing back some of her hair in a companionable way.] Welcome back, Sif.
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Eventually, she speaks again, and he sags in relief.] Good. That is good. [He relaxes his grip, brushing back some of her hair in a companionable way.] Welcome back, Sif.