Loki laughed, more than a little breathless from the rapid blows to throat and ribs that pulsed more pain and knocked the breath out of him, unable to catch said breath completely thanks to the foot keeping him pinned. It was the work of about a second to determine that the worst he'd walk away with from this were bruises, if that, in addition to the little puncture wound at his throat. Nothing broken, barely any marks.

There were any number of ways to fight and get out from under her foot, but Loki opted out of all of them. If the Valkyrie had been genuinely angry, she'd have opened that puncture wound to something far less trivial. She hadn't, so this was a game. A game she was very, very good at, and one he definitely didn't object to playing. "In that case I recommend you read your audience. The knife really doesn't bother me, but a simple 'back off' might have done wonders."