Loki smiled. Almost curiously, wondering at how his abilities might translate - world hopping had never bothered him before, but you never knew - he reached a single finger out and touched it to Olaf's bottle. He had originally meant to simply make it cold. But as soon as he realized he could do that without a problem, he made it shatter in the other man's hand. Not explosively; it just fell apart.

"You should come along," he said, turning away and beginning to head back down the stairs. "You're out of vodka."