Loki has never been wrangled like cattle before but tossing him a lasso made of a vine is probably one of the better ideas someone could come up with. He notices, briefly, that this person doesn't seem to be entirely made of flesh and blood but that doesn't matter. What matters is escape.

He grabs the loop of vine firmly and gives a quick nod of his head.

"I've gotten it. Go ahead and try to haul me in, yes?"