Sif squares her shoulders a little, before entering the office. Okay. Not 100% sure how this is going to go, which is about her least favorite position to be in. Fandral calls it being incapable of living in the moment or going with the flow, her need for control. She calls it being prepared and being professional, and who exactly is the one who’s ridden that strategy all the way to the corner office, hmmm?
So. She’s got some of the facts, but not all of them. And, to be honest, she’s a little thrown by the whole thing. It’s only cropped up in a matter of days, but she can feel the foundation of a lot of things starting to shake. Not just the campaign, either. She knows Loki pretty well. And there aren’t too many who can say that. But this has come out of left field, and short of asking Fenrir to explain (which she won’t do, because she can more or less expect what he’ll say) she’s got no choice but to take this to Loki herself.
Most of all, she feels like she’s being played. And she hates that feeling.
But though she doesn’t know how Loki’s going to react to this, she knows exactly what he would advise her to do right now. She can basically imagine it perfectly: the raised eyebrow, the half-smile, and “so you know what has to be done. Why aren’t you doing it?”
Sif sighs. Enters the office. And sets the cup down on Loki’s desk.
"Here, I got you coffee."