Loki laughed. It was probably the worst thing that he could have done in the moment, particularly when he recognized that she was still in a rage and could very easily rip him in half should she deem to. He was injured, having been taken unaware earlier, and even as he tried to make his wounds a little less severe with the minor amount of power he still contained, he knew that hobbled like this, he would never be able to fend her off. His skills relied upon agility, the ability to be swifter than his opponent, and he couldn't manage that now. But all the same, the statement struck him, all too familiar a threat whenever he upset his friends or even the other warriors who he didn't count amongst them. So he laughed, shaking his head as he struggled to properly catch his breath.
"You're not the first to say that to me nor do I imagine you shall be the last," Loki said, tipping his gaze up to hers with a wicked smile dancing across his lips. "The fact is, I am called the God of Lies for a reason, my dear. You shouldn't take the things I say so seriously. They are more often than not fabrications," He said, shifting and slumping back against the kitchen wall. "I miscalculated your speed, it seems. Perhaps I should have put a little more distance between the two of us before you lunged. Or found somewhere a little less populated by sharp things to prompt a sparring match in. What do you think?"
Lifting an eyebrow at her, Loki waited, his smile softening as he pulled his hand away from his gut and glancing down at the blood stains that had formed from the bits of wood lodged all up and down his side. "Either way, maybe we should save it for later."