It would take most of the stock of the bar to get Loki even the slightest bit tipsy, alas. He doesn't have Thor's prodigious capacity for food and drink, but his Jotun system processes poisons at a shocking rate. He has rarely run into anything that could affect it, even the hardest of Asgardian hard liquor. He's not above pretending to be drunk, though, if there's anything to gain by the performance.

There's no need for that while he sings, though, and despite how absorbed he appears to be in the song, he notes all the reactions, all the comings and goings in the room. A few of the most vociferous groaners will find the song stuck in their head for days to come, a more tenacious earworm than it already is, courtesy of his magic. Lucky for the man who attempted to leave that Majima stopped him. His fate would have been worse.

All in all, he seems to be in high spirits when he makes his way back to them, preening slightly. He takes the slap on the shoulder with a regal, smug nod of his head, and raises the glass in a salute before drinking half the wine in one go. "You caught me on a good night," he tells him. "I didn't intend to indulge at first, but I think I could get to like this."

Now comes the real challenge, though. Loki gives his brother a catlike grin. "Thor. Thor, do sing for us. I did it, now you have to, as well."

It's going to take more than that logic, he knows, to get Thor up on stage, but between him and their new friend, there's a chance they can be persuasive enough.