[Loki narrowly misses being struck, this time by his brother's airborne form. He dodges back, dropping to the ground, and the illusion covering him falls.]
[Loki does not look as healthy and whole as his first illusion might have implied. His clothing has been badly scorched by the fall through the Bifrost, and his left hand, still cradled close to his chest, is red and blistered. He stumbles to his feet, teeth bared, right hand glistening with green light. He is most certainly no longer a youth, and when he speaks, it's all barely sarcastic rage.]
And things were going so well. [He retrieves his dagger from its sheath at his side, flipping it underhand.]