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.
There are several other sources of alcohol, and Loki has looked through a few of them, seeking his brother. This one is apparently the winner, or it was until Thor tired of it. From the sounds of the angry shouts coming from inside, this establishment may not be finished with Thor.
"We're doing play dead, then." Heaving a sigh, Loki takes his brother's arm and hefts him up and across his shoulders with a grunt of effort. "Play dead," he tells him firmly, just as a few beings burst out of the door. He spots a few colors of blood that match the blood adorning Thor's fists. "Ah, yes, well, as you see, that last hit has certainly killed him entirely, I'll take it from here," he says as he starts walking, in the hope that the inebriated idiots will take him at his word and leave them alone.
Thor really wanted to argue the point with his brother, that he could just walk off on his own two feet, but at the same time as soon as he heard the sounds of his enemies coming find him, he went limp.
While 'play dead' wasn't quite as much fun as 'get help', he did at least appreciate his brother's good timing. And the fact that Loki would even go back to this rouse after all these years. Until recently Thor was sure that Loki would have just left him to continue to fight his own way out. He tried to sneak a peek to see if they were being followed, but it was hard when it wasn't his good eye facing outwards.
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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"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.
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"We're doing play dead, then." Heaving a sigh, Loki takes his brother's arm and hefts him up and across his shoulders with a grunt of effort. "Play dead," he tells him firmly, just as a few beings burst out of the door. He spots a few colors of blood that match the blood adorning Thor's fists. "Ah, yes, well, as you see, that last hit has certainly killed him entirely, I'll take it from here," he says as he starts walking, in the hope that the inebriated idiots will take him at his word and leave them alone.
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While 'play dead' wasn't quite as much fun as 'get help', he did at least appreciate his brother's good timing. And the fact that Loki would even go back to this rouse after all these years. Until recently Thor was sure that Loki would have just left him to continue to fight his own way out. He tried to sneak a peek to see if they were being followed, but it was hard when it wasn't his good eye facing outwards.
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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.