"Our dearest friend banished, Loki on the throne, Asgard on the brink of war, yet you've managed to consume…"
"I sound good in a movie, even when I'm just yelling at you for your diet you monstrosity." Fandral patted Volstagg's back.
"That was so encouraging Fandral, as I seem to recall it was you who made a fool of your swashbuckling self when you were eight-thousand and you asked out Sif and she-"
Fandral stood up, cutting off the oversized Asgardian with a single petrifying glare. Sif tried not to laugh. "Talketh not of that day, you Bilgesnipe! I was so sweet and charming… I do not know why she refused me…" He stepped back away from Volstagg, casting a forlorn glance at the formidable she-warrior in the corner.
"Then I see you still have not learned that NOT EVERYONE IN THE WHOLE NINE REALMS WANTS TO KISS YOUR FACE OFF!"
"Well, most of the nine realms…" Fandral sat down sadly and stared back at the screen as the others in the room stifled laughter.
The Destroyer had landed on earth, and shield agents were running from it as it wreaked destruction in its path.
"Brother, "The Labrador turned to Loki with a confused expression, "Why did you tell the destroyer to kill me? That wasn't very nice…"
Loki opened his mouth as if to reply, then closed it, then opened it again, and suddenly collapsed on the ground rolling with laughter.
"It's…hhehe…not nice…haHAHAH…" Loki managed between uncontrollable laughter. Eventually, he sat up, still chuckling, and turned back to the ever-confused puppy, "Brother… when has that been your best insult? Too many pop tarts for you, man." He started laughing again, to everyone's chagrin, as they tried to ignore the madly-laughing prince of Asgard and watch the movie.
"Brother whatever I have done to wrong you, whatever I have done to lead you to do this, I am truly sorry. But these people are innocent. Taking their lives, will gain you nothing."
"Always such a drama queen, Thor," Sif said from her corner.
"Drama queen? I am the DRAMA PRINCE OF ASGARD, and you try something better when you're facing CERTAIN DEATH. WELL, ALMOST CERTAIN DEATH. THAT DIDN'T REALLY END UP BEING CERTAIN DEATH. WHATEVER YOU GET THE POINT."
"No…we really don't…" Fandral sighed, turning back to the screen. Everyone seemed to be finally settled in after a couple more minutes, and the movie seemed more and more enjoyable. Volstagg was just cozying up with his favorite pillow shaped like a steak, when suddenly the screen flickered, glitching hectically, before suddenly going black, startling everyone in the room before they found something even more foreboding.
Loki was gone.