Throwing down a challenge to a trickster is like playing with fire, Loki moreso than most. Does Thor care? Not at the moment. Because he has Loki dead to rights, and what a glorious feeling it is. If he had the focus to do so, he might write down the date for posterity. For now he'll just revel in it, delighted that his brother is laughing right along with him, the warm haze of the alcohol softening the sharp edges of recent years.

"I'll be Frank, of course. Unless you want to duel me for it. I choose Rock Paper Scissors." And he holds out his fist, ready to throw down Midgardian style. That he hasn't let go of Loki with his other arm doesn't seem to be stopping him.