So, I saw Avengers: Endgame this weekend. I DID NOT like how they ended the Thor branch of the series. So I fixed it.
One Shot: Tequila Sunrise
New Asgard, Norway
2019
Thor moved away from Brunhilde, scratching his belly, finally free of the burden of the crown. Part of him wondered if Korg had found away to stand up to the bullies on XBOX Live, the other hoped he hadn't let Meek drink all his beer.
All thoughts halted, though, when he looked up and saw, among the jubilation of Asgardians returned from space and dust, a tavern he couldn't remember being there before he left.
He moved towards it, the sound of chairs thumping on a cobblestone floor as the barkeep prepared to open his doors. Thor looked up, quickly taking in the name of the place as it swung in the breeze from a hook and chain, "The Fire Pit," written across it in Asgardian and depicted a steel basket with a fire in the center.
Thor pushed the door open, inhaling the beautiful aroma of barley and wood, the sea breeze pushing the little bell to purr above his head. The interior looked so much of the taverns on Asgard it almost hurt to see it. Lights hung from candle chandeliers of intertwined antlers and iron chains hung from the ceiling, and casks of mead and beer were kept in wooden barrels turned on their sides behind the bar counter.
The barkeep was a tall, thin man with long black hair pulled back into a bun. He sighed when he heard the bell. "We're closed for another thirty minutes!" He called, roughly setting down a chair before whirling around.
Thor's heart stopped. The wind whistled between them, shouts of joy and tears echoed off the fjord rocks. Then, in a cracked plea, Thor breathed, "Loki?"
The other man smiled, a warm, playful smile. "Hello, brother."
Neither remembered crossing the floor. All Thor could taste was salt and heartache, feeling his brother's cool body and tight arms around him.
For moments immeasurable, they stood in the tavern, embracing the other. Then Loki's body began to quiver, and hiccupped sniffling reached Thor's ears. "We're home now, brother." Thor whispered, fighting for clarity against his own tears.
After a time, Loki pulled back, rubbing the heel of his palm against his eyes. Suddenly, he looked at Thor and smirked. "Almost thought you were Volstagg for a moment."
Thor let out a breathy chuckle. He lifted a hand and slapped his belly with a contented grin. "I enjoyed the pleasures of Midgard for a bit. But I'll get them back, don't worry."
"Sure you could, Santa Claus."
Thor outright laughed. Then, he paused, and looked briefly to the bar. "Don't suppose you could pour me one last one?"
"Sure you won't drink me of my profits?" Loki grinned, making his way behind the bar counter.
He didn't, however, go straight for the beer mugs, but rather for small glasses the size of four fingers. He set two down and began pouring brightly colored fluid into a shaker.
"What's that?" Thor frowned.
"A drink popular down here on Midgard." Loki told him. He poured the orangey-yellow substance into both glasses, and finished it with a small pour of red grenadine. Then offered a glass to his brother, "A tequila sunrise."
The tears slammed against Thor's eyeballs. He nodded instead, mashing his lips. He picked up the cold glass and clinked it against Loki's, the both of them savoring the moment.
"Skol."
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