The Other: The Chitauri grow restless.
Loki: Let them gird themselves. I will lead them in the glorious battle.
The Other: Battle? Against a meagre might of earth?
Loki: Glorious, not lengthy. If your force is as formidable as you claim.
The Other: You question us? Question him? He who put the scepter in your hand? Who gave you ancient knowledge and new purpose? When you were cast out, defeated!
Loki: I was a king! The rightful king of Asgard. Betrayed.
The Other: Your ambition is little and full of childish need. We're beyond the earth to greater worlds. The Tesseract will avail.
Loki: You don't have the Tesseract yet.
[suddenly The Other moves towards Loki]
Loki: I don't threaten. But until I open the doors, until your force is mine to command, you are but words.
The Other: If you fail, if the Tesseract is kept from us, there will be no realm, no barren moon, no crevasse where I can't find you. You think you know pain? He will make you long for that so sweet as pain.
