Oh no, no, no. [He all but clucked his tongue at Tony, moving towards him with less swagger and more feral grace, a hunting cat about to strike. He takes the drink, studies it for a moment, then inhales before taking a sip.

And pulls a face.] What false offering is this? Tch. Give me yours. [And he's holding his glass out to you, wanting what you're drinking to see if it is better than this swill you've given him. Loki ever preferred sweet meads, after all.]

Asgard is effectively cut off unless one has means other than the Bifrost to travel. That would be Odin with the Tesseract, and myself with all the various pathways between the worlds that the Aesir are too foolish and stupid to realize the value of. [Just a bit bitter. It's hard being the smartest guy in the room, okay?]