[Loki's strides are silent, smooth, as he draws nearer to Coulson, eying him with mild interest. Seeing the man there was a bit peculiar, as surely that wound Loki left him with should have been fatal to a human. Yet here he was. The value of the cards Coulson held were lost on Loki, but the way they were being held and looked at it wasn't hard to tell they meant a great deal to the man. And the blood upon them were a very telling sign.
He stops several feet from the bench, but close enough so when he speaks Coulson will hear him clearly. He's not dressed in his armor, but a nicely tailored suit to blend in a bit more easier and not drawn too much attention to himself. Just an illusion of course.]
Ah, what a shame.
[His words bear no sympathy to them, more taunting than anything.]
I am so sorry... B
He stops several feet from the bench, but close enough so when he speaks Coulson will hear him clearly. He's not dressed in his armor, but a nicely tailored suit to blend in a bit more easier and not drawn too much attention to himself. Just an illusion of course.]
Ah, what a shame.
[His words bear no sympathy to them, more taunting than anything.]