Heimdallr: Loki, thou art drunk, and hast lost thy wits. Why dost thou not leave off, Loki? But drunkennesss o rules every man, that he knows not of his garrulity.
Loki: Be silent, Heimdallr! For thee in early days was that hateful life decreed; with a wet back thou must ever be, and keep watch as guardian of the gods.
Skaði: Thou art merry, Loki! Not long wilt thou frisk with an unbound tail; for thee, on a rock’s point, with the entrails of thy ice-cold son, the gods will bind.
-Excerpt from Lokasenna from the Poetic Edda
The author of his own demise, but he truly cannot help it…