Spoilers for Thor 2!
Loki felt the Dark Elf's blade cut through him. It was sharp, hot, and painful, but most of all annoying. Loki glared at the creature.
"See you in hell, monster."
Then the creature was killed by its own explosive and Thor was next to him, looking miserable.
"I'm sorry." Loki croaked, finding it amusing that Thor became even more miserable every time he said it.
Then he died, dimly registering that his brother was throwing a fit.
Loki woke up, and grinned at the woman who glared down at him.
"Hello."
"Hello." She said unhappily.
"Am I in hell?" Loki asked, all too calmly.
"You are." She confirmed.
"Do me a favor and let me out, will you?"
Her eyes were cold and calculative, searching for a way to benefit herself. Loki felt a surge of pride. "What's in it for me?"
Alas, it was a futile effort.
"Let me out, or I will ground you and send you to live with your brother on Midgard."
"...Fine."
"No," Loki said evilly, staring after his brother. "Thank you."
There was a pause.
"You know," he began to no one in particular. "Thor was there when my daughter was crowned Queen of hell. Why in the world would he think that I would stay dead?"
RnR!