[Loki smirks.]

Allow me to... bring you up to speed as the mortals say.

Your fashion parade of questionable taste managed to pull themselves together enough to slaughter the Chitauri. Well done on timing your suicide via my spear, by the way. With only a few buildings thoroughly blown up, I was sent as a prisoner back to Asgard.

[And this is a smile that should worry you so very, very much.]

Well done, all in all. I'd been a bit worried.