Oh, and there was the squeal of impotent rage. How he had missed that sound. And thank goodness Thor didn't know where he actually was.

But the image of Loki wheeled and held up one finger in Thor's face. "No. You will control yourself, Thor Odinson. There is a truce between I and the so-called heroes of this village, and if you spill my blood I will have no choice but to extract payment as I have so stated I would."

Okay, that wasn't quite how the truce worked, but Thor didn't need to know that yet.