It took Loki far longer than it should have to find the border between dream and reality and tear it open. He opened his eyes, but could quite make sense of what was happening for a few moments. He grabbed Sif's wrist with one hand, trying to pull it away from her shoulder, still irrationally afraid that she'd begin to freeze. "Let go. You have to... get away from me."

Of course he couldn't just tear her grip away; she was stronger than him. She always had been. His breath came far too fast. "Let go!"