Thor felt a laugh rip through his chest as watched Fandral and Volstagg attempt to wrestle each other. Hogun watched with silent judgement as Sif hummed lazily from her reclined position on a couch.
The blond knew that his father would not be happy when he discovered quite a few barrels from his private vault were no longer there, but Thor never did care for consequences that could be ignored until they finally rolled around.
Suddenly Volstagg lost his footing and he tumbled down, bringing a flustered Fandral down with him. The sudden clammer caused Sif to jump up from her lounging state, her dark hair disheveled but eyes still wide and alert. Again, Thor felt the laughter ripple out from his mouth. Yet it was cut short as a figure appeared at the entrance of the room.
"Loki!" Thor exclaimed in excitement, knowing that lanky form anywhere.
The dark-haired youth swept into the room, his arms crossed behind him and an eyebrow high as he studied the situation.
"Come be merry us!" the blond continued juberantly as he lifted a goblet, the red liquid sloshing out to drip down his fingers.
Loki gave a delicate sniff before turning away, saying, "I do not desire to have my mind muddled tonight."
Thor lowered the glass as well as his smile; "It is just fun, brother."
"I will find my amusement elsewhere," Loki said before he was out of the room as quickly as he had come.
Sif snorted in a very unladylike fashion before taking a swig herself. A moment later she said, "That guy needs to relax."
"He just needs to find a soft body to lie next to," Fandral said.
"Are you offering?" Volstagg asked.
Fandral gave a squawk of protest before finding the strength to flip Volstagg onto the ground and then dive in on top of him, successfully knocking the red-head's air out of his chest.
Even though this created laughter among the four, Thor looked back to the door frame and frowned. He wished Loki would get along with his friends.
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