"Psst... daughter of Loki..." Thor whispered as discreetly as he could manage.
"Who are you?" Hel retorted.
"I wish to rescue a soul for... a price."
"What are you talking abou-"
"ONE Pop-Tart. For Coulson. In there."
"... TWO Pop-Tarts."
Hel glared at him, her fingers rapping against the desk. "Do you really think me-"
"They're cherry flavored."
She narrowed her eyes, slowly picking up the bag. "No one must hear of this transaction."
"So, how did you go about getting me out?"
"My dear son of Coul, the ways of Asgardian trade are complicated."
Coulson nodded slowly, silent for a moment.
"You bribed her with pop tarts, didn't you?"
"Were they Mixed Berry ones?"
"No, they were of cherry variety."
Coulson sighed. "At least make me worth a Mixed Berry one, those are the best."
"You, son of Coul, are a very smart fellow... yet your knowledge of pop tarts is concerning. The Cherry ones are quite delicious; obviously better than any mixed fruit."
"The cherry-no! You're not-no, that's not correct. Natasha, back me up on this."
"I like the brown sugar ones."
"NO, WOMAN OF BLACK SPIDERS."
Tasha rolled her eyes at the pair, but said nothing.
Suddenly there was a crackling noise from the other side of the room, and Loki appeared.
"Hela said you had pop tarts?" Loki said with a sheepish grin.
Thor was quick to react. "What pop tarts?" He said unconvincingly.
Loki gave him the look. (he's very good at the look)
"Why not just steal them from some poor, defenseless Midgardian shop?" Coulson drawled.
"I'm offended you think so little of me!" Loki said in mock shock. Then he grinned. "When I take something of Thor's it always tastes better than if I steal it."
Thor tried to imitate the look, but instead looked like he had eaten too many of his precious pastries.
Nat sent the look back perfectly.
Coulson just looked.
Loki scowled and poofed away.