loki had come into this ship a devil, and nick fury assigned you a job to make him an “angel” by the time he left.

you approached his cage cautiously, hand gripping the gun in the thigh holster.

ah, hello, agent. what have i done now? other than bless people with no choice.

he grinned evilly, his white teeth shining. he was teasing you, playing with you. pathetic.