Loki smirked down at the tiger cub, clearly amused.

His attention flickered back to Coulson as he spoke. "His mother is deceased. As well as the rest of his family. Pity, that." The god spared another glinting smirk at the tiger before he sidestepped around the furniture and moved towards Coulson. "I knew he would be fond of you though. It's endearing, really..."