While Loki knew there was little he could have done to avoid this situation, it was still annoying. First someone had be able to capture him, then he'd been forced to...seek body heat from that mortal he thought he'd killed, then the S.H.I.E.L.D. Agent had seen him in his Jotun form, then he was taken in by the Avengers. Today was not a good day.

Looking back on the situation, he realized something must have been draining his powers. That was the only explanation for his inability to escape, his transformation and the cold effecting him as it did.

He could only assume whatever technology or magic had gone into that room had been transferred to his cell in the Avengers Tower. He could not use any magic, but he was pleased to see his skin did not revert to blue. He was also rather chilly, but not near as much so as in that accursed room.

When the door opened he was laying on the uncomfortable bed in the corner. He sat up and smirked at Coulson.

"No, my captors have provided one. Would you care to share?