"..." Coulson blinked at him a moment, lips parted and taking slow breaths. His fingers edged the knife still stuck in his leg, and grew still again. If he could look defeated enough (not hard right now), he could perhaps catch Loki off guard. Pulling it out was going to hurt, and so he continued for a moment longer, wincing and head lulling towards the god.
"Don't you claim to be mighty?" he breathed tiredly, shooting him a pointed look.