Thor: Loki! Are you ok?
Loki: No, Thor, he punched me right through my body, Thor. I'm dying.
Thor: Ah, I bet this is some kind of trick, isn't it? You've made it LOOK like you're dying so you can escape, right? Haha, brother, you old trickster.
Loki: No, I'm really hurt. My spleen is lying over there. Look.
Thor: Oh, haha, yes, your spleen. Nice touch. Ok, brother, I've got escape myself now.
Loki: Everything is getting dark.
Thor: Dark ... oh right, yeah, "sun's getting real low"; good one. Everything's going to be alright. I get it. Ok, see ya, bro.
Loki: *dies*
Something like that. Must be. Think about it.