With almost every ~young hip beamslinger~ action he does, Loki engages in inner, spiteful, imaginary conversations with Kid Loki about it. Just to rub it in, like the batshit lousy winner/loser he is.
"You never tried this flavor of milkshake, right? You’d really like it… Oh wait, you can’t try it because you’re dead!"
"Okay, I’ll grant you that one. You were totally right about the bacon. Oh wait, we can’t agree anymore because you’re dead!"
"Do you think this pink theme for our phone is hip enough? Is it fine by you if I paint it lime green as platinum as a color is dull? Oh wait, it’s MY phone now because you’re dead!"
"Did you see the way I escaped from Miss America? Classic trickster! Oh wait, you can’t appreciate it because you’re dead!"
"Hey, we’re finally getting a team-up with superhero kids around your age! Oh wait, only me because you’re dead!"
"I hope you don’t mind if I add Mister Sinister to my— I mean our Facebook. Oh wait, you don’t mind because you’re dead!"