Thor went flying backwards through the doors of the tavern and landed at his brother's feet. He grinned up at Loki, his one good eye filled with joy even if he had just been kicked out of the watering hole, and he was covered in blood ( not all his, and definitely not all red ).
"You're late, brother."
The now king of Asgard had been left a little too long to drink away his grief, and yes, perhaps to drink in celebration and maybe even to quell the nerves he felt at having the throne. Even if the throne was on a ship filled with his people who were now all realm-less.
Wherever this backwards planet was though, they had no idea he was king. To them he was just another drunkard and troublemaker. But that may have had to do with his voicing his opinion of the music.
"I am done with this place, time for the next pub!" Surely this planet had more than one source of alcohol. It seemed like all there was to do here was drink.
let's start some shit
"You're late, brother."
The now king of Asgard had been left a little too long to drink away his grief, and yes, perhaps to drink in celebration and maybe even to quell the nerves he felt at having the throne. Even if the throne was on a ship filled with his people who were now all realm-less.
Wherever this backwards planet was though, they had no idea he was king. To them he was just another drunkard and troublemaker. But that may have had to do with his voicing his opinion of the music.
"I am done with this place, time for the next pub!" Surely this planet had more than one source of alcohol. It seemed like all there was to do here was drink.