Loki's luck is in their favor, Thor's opponents look more confused than angry as Loki carries off the dead body of the guy they'd been fighting with. With a flicker of his fingers, Loki conjures the image of a flame to their right, as a distraction, and when they all look at it, he sends a phantom of Loki and Thor walking away in a different direction.
In the end, they all go back inside and Loki breathes a sigh of relief, but he still waits until they've gone around a corner and down a few winding streets before he sets Thor on his feet again. "Do I even want to know what that was about?"
"I was... getting to know the locals. Exploring their culture." Accidentally using a word that apparently meant something else entirely different on this planet. "Who knew 'orange' was blasphemy? It's the last word I would have expected to start a fight with."
Thor might have just admitted to sparking the brawl, but he still didn't consider himself in the wrong. Nor did he consider he had truly had enough to drink. "Come, I still walk in a straight line. Clearly we need to find another place to drink. Preferably one that's not so against colours."
"How do I know you're still walking in a straight line? I carried you here." But watching Thor be kicked out of another drinking spot would be amusing. Given his tendency to start the fights, it's almost inevitable. And this way, he'll be close by if anything actually concerning happens.
Loki sighs and waves a vague hand at the street. "Very well, pick one and I'll follow. But I'm not quaffing ale, and if you get into trouble, I'm not going to help. I'm going to stand back and laugh."
"You shouldn't question your king when he's telling you he can walk in a straight line." Thor sniffed as though severely put out, and as if he were channeling his brother. Loki wasn't the only one that could get offended by assumptions.
Thor got to his feet, and may have swayed a little, but he would put it down to having just been carried. Not the alcohol. "What will you do other than sit and watch if you do not drink, brother? You must drink something. I was hoping we'd be able to have some fun. Not just you enjoying my misfortunes." He walked towards a sign that he assumed must belong to another watering hole before he glanced back. "You won't help me? At all?"
"I'm not questioning my king, I'm questioning my overconfident older brother," he points out, arms folded, pointedly standing straight and not swaying.
This is familiar, uncomfortably familiar. It's too much like the way things had been, once upon a time, back before...well, everything. With all that had come between them, Thor is still able to find this connection.
"...I'll drink, but I'm not matching you drink for drink. Not again." Now that that's been established, he catches up to Thor and tugs him in a different direction, to the bar he'd been in before. It's still calm there, at least thus far. Probably not for much longer.
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In the end, they all go back inside and Loki breathes a sigh of relief, but he still waits until they've gone around a corner and down a few winding streets before he sets Thor on his feet again. "Do I even want to know what that was about?"
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Thor might have just admitted to sparking the brawl, but he still didn't consider himself in the wrong. Nor did he consider he had truly had enough to drink. "Come, I still walk in a straight line. Clearly we need to find another place to drink. Preferably one that's not so against colours."
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Loki sighs and waves a vague hand at the street. "Very well, pick one and I'll follow. But I'm not quaffing ale, and if you get into trouble, I'm not going to help. I'm going to stand back and laugh."
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Thor got to his feet, and may have swayed a little, but he would put it down to having just been carried. Not the alcohol. "What will you do other than sit and watch if you do not drink, brother? You must drink something. I was hoping we'd be able to have some fun. Not just you enjoying my misfortunes." He walked towards a sign that he assumed must belong to another watering hole before he glanced back. "You won't help me? At all?"
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This is familiar, uncomfortably familiar. It's too much like the way things had been, once upon a time, back before...well, everything. With all that had come between them, Thor is still able to find this connection.
"...I'll drink, but I'm not matching you drink for drink. Not again." Now that that's been established, he catches up to Thor and tugs him in a different direction, to the bar he'd been in before. It's still calm there, at least thus far. Probably not for much longer.