Loki leaned back using one of the many servants for a footrest. He enjoyed watching the man quake. For the first time in his life, he had complete control. His brother was locked away. He had found a way to remove Thor's powers. The great and mighty Thor wasn't so mighty now. Loki smiled to himself. Barton interrupted his thoughts.
"Sir? Thor is asking for you," He said curtly standing at attention.
"What does the oaf want now?" Loki said kicking the servant away and standing. He grinned as the tiny man scampered to the edge of the room. No more was he the little, pathetic brother of the mighty god of thunder. This, this will be his reign, the reign of mischief. No one will treat him like second best ever again.
"He says don't do this, there is good in you. Let the innocents go."
"He's a fool. Don't bother me with his propaganda again. Do I make myself clear?"
"Sir, yes, Sir," Barton said saluting his king.
"Barton I'm bored, round up some civilians I want to see them grovel." He said turning to put on his armor to cause the civilians more panic. Now that he had control there was not much for him to do. Except for lording his godlike power over the weak mortals.