I wrote this just for fun, the topic came up when me and a friend where talking about it at school. Enjoy!

Thor watched Loki stumble down the golden hallway towards him. He had a bottle in one hand and his usually well-kept black hair was messy and sticking up in odd angles. His emerald eyes were unfocused and cloudy.

"Hello Thor, back so soon?" he slurred.

As Loki got closer the smell of alcohol got stronger. Thor gave his brother a questioning look, one eyebrow raised.

"Have you been drinking?"

Loki glanced down at the nearly empty bottle in his hand, and then quickly hid it behind his back.

"Maybe…"

"You're drunk Loki"

"I am not"

Thor noticed how Loki could barely stand without wobbling on his feet. He rolled his eyes then reached for the bottle that Loki was holding under his green cape. But he stepped back to avoid Thor's outstretched fingers.

Loki gave a cheeky smile. "Pick a hand"

Thor sighed, "Brother I have no time for your games. You need to return to your room and retire for the night"

"But I'm not tired" Loki grumbled.

"You can hardly stand!"

Thor grabbed Loki's arm and began to drag him in the direction of his bedroom. Loki dropped the glass bottle and it shattered, spilling whatever liquid was left onto the marble floor. He made a disappointed expression.

"I was going to finish that"

Thor ignored him and continued to pull him along, finally stopping in front of Loki's door. He opened it and directed his intoxicated little brother inside. Loki flopped down on his bed, closing his eyes and putting a hand on his forehead. He let out a moan as a wave of nausea hit him. Thor crossed his arms and stared down at him, shaking his head.

"Loki you know what happens when you drink, what made you think this was a good idea?"

"I was bored and thought you would eventually come down and join me."

"Well I wasn't planning on accompanying you at all. In fact when I got back from the mission with father I wanted to rest, not babysit my drunken brother."

Loki bit down hard on his tongue as the nausea got worse. He clutched his stomach and curled up into a ball within the tangled sheets. Sweat began to form on his brow and he suddenly felt very hot as saliva flooded his mouth.

"Thor, I don't feel well"

Thor gave an irritated sigh, why did this not surprise him? But as he peered closer Loki did seem more pale than before, if that was possible.

Suddenly Loki's green eyes flew open and he bolted to the bathroom, stumbling along the way and nearly hitting the wall. He knelt down over the toilet as everything that his stomach was holding came up. Thor watched as Loki vomited for a good few minutes, but after a while he finally shuffled out of the bathroom, wiping his mouth and looking miserable. He walked over to his little brother and helped guide the dark-haired god back to his bed, removing his boots and black leather overcoat so he wore nothing but the attire that was under his armor.

Loki collapsed on the pillows and was out like a light as Thor pulled the sheets over his chest. He turned to leave and quietly closed the bedroom door, giving a teasing smile to his unconscious brother. Loki never could hold his liquor.

So yeah that's it. I really don't know if I should continue this or not, review and tell me what you think. Anyway thanks for reading!