Loki let out a long exhale, trying to calm his irritation. The mere mention of his family, the loss of his mother, and the unjust accusation of responsibility for the tragedy he himself created struck a nerve deep within his being. His gaze hardened as he locked eyes with you, he maintained his nonchalant facade, refusing to yield to such a petty insult.

With an intense glare fixed upon you, he started speaking, "I have done some terrible, awful things," he remarked in a casual tone. "Yeah, maybe that's who I am, and he knows," Loki sneered, his features twisting into a cold, mocking grin. "It's the real me," Suddenly, he clapped his hands sharply, declaring, "A 'loser'. Always have been, always will be." he emphasized with a touch of sarcasm, echoing the very word you had thrown at him.

"And perhaps I've been... holding something back," his voice trembled, turning dangerously unstable. The air crackled with tension as his agitation escalated, a sinister aura emanating from his expression. "Perhaps I've just been biding my time," he pondered aloud, his intense gaze penetrating deep into your soul, as if he were on the brink of unleashing something harmful in a matter of seconds. "Perhaps I've just been waiting for a moment like this,"

He took one last step towards you at a deliberate pace, Loki's imposing presence grew increasingly intimidating. Taking a towering stance in front of you. Despite the malice and threat dripping from his words, his composure remained eerily unyielding. "So I can do... terrible, awful things... to you."