Loki rolled his eyes, frowned, and made a crude gesture with his right hand like he was jerking off -except in front of himself at chest level. “Boring. How is that different from everything else we do? There's always drinking contests involved.”
And he really wasn't sure he wanted to think about alcohol right now. At all.
“You should go swipe Freyja's cats,haul them over to Fensalir and let them loose in whatever room Frigg leaves her yarn unattended in. That would be good for a few feasts' worth of laughter.” It was funny, a bit mean, but it wouldn't actually hurt anyone.
“Or you could just go walk up to Heimdall and edge your toe to the damn bridge.” Loki raise his hand, and his voice, in mock, “I'm not walking your bridge, Heimdall. Not even touching it. See.. not touching it... not touching it... not touching it....... maybe his head will explode.”