Loki grinned, “I'm too pretty to die this young.” That was about as close as he was going to get to admitting that he didn't want to be roughed up by a Valkyrie, and a joke at the expense of one of Thor's earlier comments. “If I get snapped in half, who is going to take over for me?” The question was only half serious.
“I fill an important role here, Thor. Who else can save your Dad's ass when necessary, is never lacking for warm and willing female company when it's wanted, has a reputation as a debauchee, and has made pissing Frigg off to the point of her little head nearly exploding without even trying pretty much an art form... and enjoys it?” He paused, waiting for whatever ridiculous answer Thor might give him that would be really entertaining and worth a laugh.