Loki had been staring at his brother like he was the one made of rocks and Korg was far more sane. Of course the Midgardians were not going to look on this kindly, because there were people staring and silly looking flying machines hovering around them.
"...you consistently ruin the few morsels of enjoyment I derive out of living," said Loki, like his work was never done and this too would be underappreciated as it wasn't hit-it-with-weaponry enough to live up to Asgardian standards.
He stepped forward and every so slightly raised both hands, conjuring a fog bank that rolled up from the surrounding water and swiftly thickened to the point that the Midgardains couldn't see their own hands in front of their faces. Their own view was unhindered of course, so they could enjoy the spectacle. Then, as an afterthought, he held up one arm so it looked as though he meant to point at Valkyrie. He snapped his fingers and their intrepid warrior disappeared off every single the cameras that was filming her.
"Ta da," he said without an ounce of flourish. "Do you wish to climb up there to bid her hello? Shall I carry you both there upon my breaking back?"