For Asgard!

"Yet, here we are," Loki agreed. He enjoyed victories in his pursuits, even now, and even though he did not enjoy them for very long. Satisfaction was not in his nature, and yet as he considered it he supposed he could try to pursue even that, should he have such company as Sif. When she didn't annoy him, anyway, as he was annoying her.

Loki blinked as Sif blew a handful of grass at him in response, and smirked. "Playful?" he asked. "I'm sure I don't understand what you mean." He reached over, picking up the second bottle of wine, and opening it. The hotel and other similar places that Midgardians enjoyed liked to bottle their alcohol with twisting caps instead of corks, and he was really beginning to appreciate the ease of it.