[And he's taking a drink out of this glass and- no, still that burn. No, he's not even grateful, because you are an upstart human that will be gone in a blink and he is Loki of Asgard. Though ... not technically at the moment.

Trifles.

But he's smiling at your assessment, that horrible, manic smile.] Oh, your assessment of the situation is apt. They said you were the most intelligent of the lot. [That could almost be a compliment if the line weren't delivered in the tone of giving praise to a small, slow child who just managed to use the toilet instead of wetting himself.]

He'll be coming for your world, too. [Abruptly as Loki looks out over the still recovering Manhattan skyline, then back over his shoulder at Tony.] Oops.