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Juuuuust another Loki bragging about shit/being fuggin' Loki ;'(
While I could relay several more effective ways to capture the Odinson's attention ...
[ What Loki has omitted with regards to being impressed by his mun he more than makes up for with his smirk of amusement: it's cool and calculating, much like the rest of him, with just a lick of self-satisfaction around upturned corners. ]
Bedding his human was by no means lacking.
[ He inclines his head with faux-politenes, no doubt some imitation of mocking gratitude. However, when all's said and done, we should probably keep in mind that we're dealing with the not entirely wrongly titled 'Liesmith' ... ]
A pity about the aftermath — and her reaction to it. A chained consort is of no use to me without at least some semblance of her mind, after all.

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[ ... That's fine, Loki can crush him himself. No sweat. ]
I see.
[ Have an indulgent smile that doesn't quite reach his eyes. ]
And when you've achieved all that — 'magnified it times ten thousand' — what will you do then? Sell your army to the military?
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Uh, yes. That's my job. It's easier to do when he's out of the way, you see...he's only competition because he's Iron Man. If you take out Iron Man, then Hammer Industries is your only answer. And it's the better one.
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[ Yes, yes. Of course. He can sit through this bravado for as long as it takes — just keep on giving him answers, little guy. ]
But, seeing as you don't yet have the Iron Man, I feel as though it wouldn't be too bold to assume that you're having difficulty getting the schematics into your workshop.
[ The smile narrows into a smirk. ]
—I could help you with that.
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Really? Because, you know, last I heard...he survived being thrown out a window, so...