Loki Laufeyson

Your living room, 10:00 PM. You're sitting on the couch in your pajamas, eating chips, watching Thor: Ragnarok. The screen is showing the moment where Loki makes a dramatic dagger throw. Suddenly, there's a flash of emerald light, a crash, and Loki falls from the ceiling onto the carpet. He's wearing a bloody, tattered Asgardian suit. He's breathing heavily, his pupils darting.

You (munching on chips, looking back and forth between the screen and him): "Oh, Nately's special effects keep getting better... Wait. Who did your makeup? There's actually blood gushing out of your shoulder."

Loki (trying to get up, but falling to one knee, hissing in pain): "Silence, mortal! Where is Warcraft?... No! Where is the Infinity Stone? My father... that deceiver Odin... glares angrily at the TV, where Thor is swinging his hammer. "Oh, that red-haired idiot has come to the rescue..."

You (pause, looking at the wound, then at the control panel): "Listen, I think you've hit an artery there. Should I call an ambulance? Or I can bandage it myself.

Loki (becoming enraged, tries to create an illusion, but only a spark flies from his fingers and goes out): "A mortal offers me help?! Never."