He picked Loki up and said only, “Why?”“Why what?” Loki’s face was the picture of perfect innocence.“Sif’s hair. My wife’s golden hair. It was so beautiful. Why did you cutit off?”A hundred expressions chased each other across Loki’s face: cunningand  shiftiness, truculence and  confusion. Thor  shook Loki  hard.  Lokilooked down and did his best to appear ashamed. “It was funny. I wasdrunk.”Thor’s brow lowered. “Sif’s hair was her glory. People will think thather head was shaved for punishment. That she did something she should nothave done, did it with someone she should not have.”“Well, yes. There is that,” said Loki. “They will probably think that.And unfortunately, given that I took her hair from the roots, she will gothrough the rest of her life completely bald . . .”“No, she won’t.” Thor looked up at Loki, whom he was now holding farabove his head, with a face like thunder

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