Loki could care less about his pride. Right now the pain he felt and wondering how Thor managed to get them back to Asgard. While being picked up, he had his eyes closed and trying to calm down so he wouldn't flail around and go into a feudal position. This was something Loki would ask his twit of a brother later. Among all the pain, the god of mischief felt something soft. This wasn't what he thought he would feel. His thoughts went more toward cold, metal, and more pain to add to what he was feeling. Loki wondered where he was but was trying his hardest to keep calm no matter how much he wanted to lash out.