Loki slumped into the front seat and gave the injured man a unsympathetic look, maintaining that the agent had started this situation, it could have all gone so differently had the agent just left him alone. Shifting around the god watches as they all fawn around Coulson, ignoring the pain in his own chest where he too had been stabbed. He could feel the muscle and sinew begin to knit back together, slowly but surely. The feeling was not pleasant but Loki put up with it, savouring the state of the other man. The agents wounds weren't fatal, it was clear from here, he didn't understand what their panic was about.
"I used all my blades on you, dear~" He cooed evilly, raising a brow and giving the agent a quick smile before he turned around to look at the vehicle's dashboard curiously.
Thor had wittered on about Midgardian technology for hours during the time between his capture and being transported back to Asgard. Loki couldn't see the point of it all, a horse and wagon would suit them just as well. Curiously he reached out and touched one of the buttons on the dashboard, jumping slightly as the wind-shield wipers begin to flit back and forth.
Technology was rather fascinating, Loki admitted with a slightly impressed look. Midgardian's weren't blessed with magic and other such gifts, so they compensated with science, in a sense creating their own magic by harnessing the earth's natural resources. Beneath all the megalomania, god complex and daddy issues, Loki was a scholar and he found himself captivated by it all. He thrived from learning, preferring mostly the company of books rather than other beings. Other beings tended to be tediously boring, which only provoked his mischievous tenancies. Pushing the button again, the wipers stopped and he curiously reached for another button...