Temptation
The Chitauri looked around and somehow just knew. They jumped at Loki and the illusion and his body faded away. His normal dead looking look was back, but wasnt convincing enough. Loki went into a battle position and cast a few daggers and a staff into his hands for fighting. The staff was an intricate tool with carvings all down the side. But it was no ordinary staff. The ends were as sharp as a sword but you could only see it from the shine it gave. Unless you were looking for it, you'd never spot it.
The obvious leader of the Chitauri group stepped out of the portal. He looked at Loki and the throne room. He smiled and said, "Ah. So just another illusion you plague yourself with. You must stop that Loki, you'll wear yourself out. We've been going at this game for years. Just give up and come back. You know you won't win."
Loki narrowed his eyes. His lips thinned and everybody was left wondering why he wouldn't speak up. Wouldn't speak back, give a snarky remark that would get the Chitauri to go away.
Unfortunately because they knew Loki had cast an illusion on himself, they also knew the room was an illusion too.
The Chitauri cocked his head at the room, "Not as complex as the last but still beyond any of our abilities. We could use you Loki, accept you as one of us. All you have to do is accept our offer and all of your problems will fade away. Come with us and we will be the rulers of the universe." A wicked smile he smiled, "Become someone. Be one of us."
The audience held in a breath. Would Loki accept? Was it even tempting to him?
Thor wanted to open his mouth and tell Loki they wanted him back, but he couldn't in fear he would shatter the illusion. Maybe it was one big trick and Loki was just playing them all. Maybe Loki would accept and be just as bad as all of the Chitauri.
Loki snarled and spoke in a threatening voice, "I will never be one of you. Not even in the end. Never." The honestly surprised some of the Æsir. In a good way.
The Chitauri weren't too pleased with his answer and in response, attacked him. Loki was a viper. Nobody could touch him. Either his staff got them with the sharp edges or the daggers got them next. Everybody stared at Loki was awe. Never had any of these moves been seen before in any of Asgard. Granted, it wasn't Asgard's style but it sure was destructive. It was graceful and deadly.
The Chitauri leader spoke up, "In the end we all serve him. You know this, just accept your fate. We will have you one day. Whether it be this day or the next, we will have you Loki." With finishing his remark he turned his head to the people. "Such a pretty illusion."
Then he shot it.