"Work for you... And this means you own me? You control my every action?" Loki asked, outwardly calm but inside his rage bubbled. He doesn't even dignify Hammers justifications with a response and moves around the desk to rest his hip on the edge of it. His bright green gaze is piercing in its intensity. "Soon enough you shan't have to worry about them, for they will be dead. Merely consequences of an unfortunate conflict." He explained with a sickening tone of glee in his voice.