Loki gasped for a second as his mind transported him back to a cold dank cell that had been his home for some time when he fell into sorts with the Chitauri. His Seidr, however could sense the use of magic and he was quickly able to focus all his energy into looking back at the child with a harder edge to his eyes. Something lurked in those emerald eyes, something vicious, something unstable. Clearing his vision of all expression he spoke, for all intents and purposes unfazed by the boys trickery, simply miffed if anything.
"Believe me, child. I've met far scarier people then you. Images of fear won't be enough." He coughs a little, pushing back the memories of the chitauri and this time gives the boy mocking smile. "It's a good thing I don't wish to fight you then isn't it? You're powers are impressive."