At being hefted over the horrendously uncomfortable metal shoulder, which dug into his already fragile torso, Loki felt winded and was already regretting his decision. Clearly his injuries were clouding his judgement! Then Stark proceeded to use him as a battering ram for some rather rough and prickly trees. The god gasped as he was repeated smacked with branches and showered in leaves.
Upon emerging from the trees Loki spat out a twig that had lodged itself in his mouth. He turned his head and screamed into Tony's ear over the blaring sound of his suit engines:
"I suppose you enjoyed that!"
However upon turning round he got a lovely view of the rather sizable pocket of Zombies limping the other way now and was thankful to Odin, his retched father, for making the right decision. Though this still meant he was stuck with a bunch of do-gooders and felt the tiniest bit resentful. He resided himself to just going along with it and all the while he plotted his revenge in his head.