Lochila stepped to the side to let him pass by. Glancing at the scepter in the distance, she took it carefully in her hands and looked at Loki in the distance. Sneaking away with it, she found a vacant spot in the warehouse and sat down crosslegged. Taking a deep breath and closing her eyes, the area around her began to form into space as she approached the creature known as the Other. 

"The Chitauri grow restless", he hissed at her. "Let them grow restless. We will lead them in the glorious battle", she said to him. "Battle? Against a meagre might of earth?", he hissed before Lochila looked from him. "Glorious, not lengthy. If your force is as formidable as you claim...", she began to say. "You question us? Question him? He who put the scepter in your brother's hand? Who gave you ancient knowledge and new purpose? When you were cast out, defeated!", he got into her face. "He was a king! The rightful king of Asgard. Betrayed", she sadly sighed. "Your ambition is little and full of childish need. We’re beyond the earth to greater worlds. The Tesseract will avail", the creature told her before he began to circle her. "You don’t have the Tesseract yet. We don’t threaten. But until we open the doors, until your force is his to command, you are but words", she told him before the creature stopped behind her, raising his hand to side of her neck. "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!", he hissed at her before she awakened back in reality. Her head violently thrown back as she opened her eyes, the scepter tightly in her grip.