the Lokasenna is a poem in the Poetic Edda where Loki shows up to dinner with the Æsir, is thrown out after killing the butler, comes back, and ruins the party by drunkenly yelling about who at the table fucked whom, where, and for how many necklaces or pieces of gold.
probably the only god who gets a word in edgewise is Njörðr, who responds to Loki calling everyone sluts with: that’s rich coming from you, who literally gave birth to a horse.
"It is no great wonder,
if silk-clad dames
get themselves husbands, lovers;
but ‘tis a wonder that a wretched man,
that has borne children, (i.e. the horse Sleipnir)
should herein enter.”
i fucken love lokasenna