Loki did pull himself up using the nearest table for support, just in case he got dizzy after all. Not because the other had told him so, though. He needed to take his medicine and he remembered that Loki had put a drink for him on the bar.

As soon as he was sure that he wouldn't suddenly collapse the moment he let go of the table he walked over there and picked up the glass.

"I am a chaos-god," he informed the other that couldn't possibly be himself. "I do not do order. It's against my nature."

He sniffed the glass cautiously. It didn't smell as if there was any alcohol in it. Didn't taste like it either, so hopefully it was safe.

Loki unscrewed the bottle and fished out one of the pills. "Well, it doesn't look like they melted in any case," he commented before putting it in his mouth and washing it down with half the contents of his glass of juice.