Loki chuckles at the comment. The taste of magic is something he's so use to, it doesn't even register anymore. It's pleasing, for some reason, to be able to share that with Tony.

"Stay here and try not to die. I will fetch your samples."

He stands, drawing the cloak tight around himself. The cloak turns into a pair of beautiful tawny and gold wing. Leaving his bonded's side after such an ordeal is the last thing he wants to do, but both he and Tony are practical to a fault. They need to gather some of the debris for testing before SHIELD arrives and sweeps it all up.