Dear Avengers,
I find your extended silence somewhat impolite. Though I appreciate that delivering bilgesnipe to you for your Feast of Giving of Thanks was perhaps ill-considered and, in hindsight, the festive explosive devices for the New Year should mayhap have been detonated out of doors, I believe my decoration of your Tower for your midwinter festival was somewhat inspired. I can hardly be held responsible for the ornaments falling and rolling about the streets; it was your Giant Man who thought it wise to attempt to juggle them. There were no casualties, regardless.
Be that as it may, I will make one last attempt to bring you 'holiday cheer'. I am told that Hawkeye's grievances in regards to me are disproportionate to the reparations I have thus far made to him, and I have therefore focused my attentions for this holiday upon him.
Enjoy,
Loki, Sibling to the God of Fertility
P.S. Have fun explaining that title to these uptight mortals, Thor.
This does not count as 'reparations'. When Barton tries to use a grappling arrow, he needs it to work. Leave him alone. Leave us alone. You seem more or less harmless at this point. If you stop bothering us, we can declare a truce. Continue to mess about and we will have to take action.
Black Widow
Loki -
Don't listen to her. I would put up with a hundred Indiana Jones scenes (the ornaments didn't have to be that big - compensating, all I'm saying, does it give you a complex to be human-sized when you're supposed to be a giant?) to watch Magneto serenading Baldy. And Doom delivering the biggest bouquet this side of the Bifrost to the Baxter Building 'on behalf of the grateful nation of Latveria'. You did steal my idea, I first referred to our dear archer as 'Cupid' two years ago. But I'll accept it as the sincerest form of flattery and just ask you to send over a bottle of whatever mojo you put on those arrows, I have got to try that. I'll never eat an oyster again after this. Aphrodisiac, my perfectly-formed ass.
- Tony