There was nothing for it. Thor and Loki collapsed to the ground in a pool of their own tears and for the first time in twenty years, hugged each other while screaming and crying. Their fiasco was interrupted by the entrance of the Warriors Three.

"So, you've heard the news then." Fandral sniffed.

He would be upset, Loki thought smugly. Fandral, the vainest God in Asgard having to go without Strawberry bath bombs? The sky would fall.

"Of course we have you blithering doll, why else would we be crying?" Exclaimed Thor in anger.

Silence fell.

"The Lost season six finale?" whispered Volstagg, on the verge of tears. Thor looked nonplussed.

"Well yes, that was rather heartbreaking, but the primary source for our distress is in fact, the scarcity of Strawberry Bath Bombs." Said Thor, in an attempt to steer the conversation away from such a delicate topic; Thor never really got to see the finale, as he failed to pay his Midgardian television maintenance bill. $75 a month! What a joke!

"Well friends, we are on a mission to retrieve the last reserves of Strawberry Bath Bombs. We travel to the desolate land of Jotunheim at noon and could benefit from a few extra hands. Would you be interested in joining us?" requested Loki impatiently. All this talk of Lost had him bothered; he could never stand Jack's control issues.

"We would be honoured, my Lord," Hogun began. "But one one question- did Sif not say she would join us?" He continued, emotionlessly as usual.

Thor sighed.

"She is beyond reason. There we were assuming she was past the 'vanity phase' but she has now taken to locking herself in her chamber."

"Perhaps I should... give her another haircut?" whispered Loki mischievously.

"That will not be necessary Loki!" Bellowed Odin, as he promptly entered the room.

Odin's eyes swept across the room, scrutinising every person who stood there.

"So these are your chosen companions then, my sons?" He boomed, quite unnecessarily, Loki thought.

"Erm... Yes father, they are. I thought you were sleeping?" Replied Loki, with an air of boredom in his voice.

"I woke up. The new series of Maury starts tomorrow. And you can't be so sure I'm your father can you then- Oh whoops, not yet. Can't be giving out plot details too early, Marvel will surely sue!" Odin guffawed heartily.

Loki was now beyond boredom. He had visions of throwing himself off the Bifrost if he had to continue with these imbeciles for much longer.

"Very well then! You shall be the Fellowship of the Bath Bombs! No oath is placed upon you to go further than you will, but if you fail, I will have to kill you! So no pressure!" declared Odin. Oh joy, another Elrond quote, Loki thought.

"Well no matter, we must depart!" Thor declared.