"Another!" bellowed Thor, while casting his goblet across the room. Loki sighed in annoyance. Must he be so arrogant all the time? He pondered to himself. That was a stupid question. Nonetheless, they were brothers and nothing, not even death could separate them.
"A simple, 'may I have another drink' would have sufficed Thor. That action was needless."
"Loki brother, you have much to learn about the ways of a warrior! A true combatant must always make his presence known!" Thor replied raucously.
"Perhaps so, but we are not in battle at the present time, so it is not necessary." Loki muttered.
Their well-humoured banter was cut short by the abrupt entry of Odin, who sported a look of sincerity.
"Boys, the people of Asgard face a real threat. I will attempt to tell you as lightly as I can, but you must brace yourselves. We are out of Strawberry bath bombs."
Odin then proceeded to fall into his annual Odinsleep to escape the terror.
Strawberry bath bombs were the key to every Asgardian's perfect hair and complexion.
"This cannot be!" Thor bawled helplessly. "How will I ever retain this level of perfection without Strawberry Bath bombs?" Even Loki's usually calm manner was wavered by this sudden news. His hair was a temple. The last time he had a zit was over five hundred years ago, and as he recalled, Asgardian zits lasted up to one hundred years.
He unmistakably remembered that fateful day when he had no other choice but to skip his daily blow dry because Thor had decided to drink his conditioner. It was hell, his hair gel wouldn't stay firm and as a result, he had to keep his horned helmet on all day which consequently caused a rash. There was no other choice. The brothers would have to face the icy terror of Jotunheim to reach the last reserve of Bath Bombs.