The floor of the Stark Tower wasn't so cold after all, not as cold as the Sanctuary, not as burning hot as Asgard.
Loki was sprawled on the ground, between cracks and small rocks, finally free from the scepter control thanks to the Hulk.
‘Truly pathetic for a God’
His head was throbbing and his muscles ached, his body littered with cuts and bruises that stung when in contact with the rubles and dirt that had fallen from the ceiling.
His eyes burned behind his eyelids, like someone just pealed a layer off them.
‘Just as pathetic as you were born, you stupid Jotun runt’
“...ood job-...ig guy…Banner bac-...” He heard, but at every pulse of his heart his brain fogged, not being able to string the words together.
Opening his eyes was a feat itself as he blinked once or twice, letting his eyes adjust to the light, too bright for his liking.
“It's over…now……, -Loki..” Thor…-God he hated how his ears wouldn't collaborate, how his body twitched slightly as the words washed over him.
“”...ha, is it now..?” His voice was covered with the utmost cockiness, to cover the shaky syllables.
‘What is good of you when you can't even lie?’
In seconds an arrow was aimed at him as his body shifted uncomfortably and he was forced to focus on the people in front of him. He could recognise the Green Beast and his bro-Thor pretty easily, then came the Man of Iron, that was how Thor called him, and Captain America, it wasn't hard to miss a man almost as tall as the Thunder God.
“Yes brother, your plan failed, the Chitauri are no more” The words ringed into his ears as he made out the faces of the Widow and Barton.
“....well then…” He paused for a good second, mainly to take into account his disadvantageous position “If for you it's the same, I'll have that drink now..”
‘Truly humiliating for a lowly creature such as you’