"You're not the first Loki to exist in this world, but I don't know that the cosmos can support two of you," Olaf says, unscrewing the bottle of vodka and taking a deep, deep, deep, deep drink before handing it off. "And, to be fair, if you're the Loki of the original Asgard, I think I owe you a mistletoe-tinged spear," he says dubiously.