Loki grinned, “Why should we play that game anyway? Neither of us are really from here are we? Frigg brought you here from Holda, who fostered you.... where were before that? And I,” he dropped his voice to a conspiratory whisper, “I'm not sure if you've heard the rumors, Sig, but they say I might be from Muspell.” First he shrugged, as if he wasn't sure what to make of the 'rumor', then he winked.
“I think you should ask Thor to sit on her if she gets out of line too early on. He might do it for you if you ask nicely. He thinks you are awesome.” Loki was referring to Frigg, of course.
“But, you make a fair point, maybe I should not let you plan anything,” he grinned again. “I do not want to pull another arrow out of my ass. Or... worse...” Teasing, he winked. There was a loud roar of laughter from a bit away. He wasn't sure he wanted to know what that was about.
Loki stepped back a bit and tipped his head back toward the feast, “go. I'll... think of something. When I'm sober. It's not like I can forget. You painted all over my damn bed.”