Summary: AU, Loki screws up a spell in one of his moments, and now him and Thor are living normal, human lives as two best friends, which may or may not become something more.

Disclaimer: I own none of these characters, if I did I wouldn't be sitting here writing this

Chapter Two: The Day We Start Over

The day started no differently for Loki then any other day, with the exception of a pound headache. Thankfully he wasn't supposed to work today, and took his sweet time getting out of bed.

He slowly trudged himself into his bathroom, a shiver coursing through his body when his bare feet left the carpet and touched the stone bathroom floor. Ruffling his dark black hair as he stood in front of the counter, he began rustling through the medicine cabinet for something to ease his pain. A nice little pill and he knew it would only be a matter of time till the wretched headache went away.

Leaving his bathroom to go to the kitchen, he found his snoring oaf of a best friend sleeping on his couch. Loki smirked, he grabbed a large bowl from a cupboard, and began filling it with ice water. Before the raven haired male could play his little trick, something smacked his butt. The unexpected touch caused him to jump forward, spilling the entire bowl all over himself. Loki swore but it went unheard because of his friend's, Thor's, roaring laughter.

Loki did not take kind to this, but before he could utter a witty comeback, Thor took a step forward and said, "Looks like your clothes are soaked." Loki knew that tone of voice very well, it was the one Thor often used when he was drunk at club, and trying to pick up chicks. To prove his point, he could smell the liquor on Thor's breathe. Angrily he walked away to go dress himself in dry clothes before the drunken Thor got anymore ideas.

When Thor bursted in the room, Loki was already dressed, which Loki slightly thanked his speedy dressing, although Thor looked rather disappointed. "We should go for a walk." Loki slightly peered over his shoulder to look out the window, and see the weather. It was pouring rain like it often does in Seattle. Shaking his head, he put his arm around Thor's waist and sat him on the couch.

Turning the TV on, Loki severely considered getting a bucket for the aftershocks of Thor's night out drinking. Then again Thor could handle a drink better than anyone else he knew and it didn't seem like he had overdone it. While Loki had been thinking, Thor had snatched the remote from him and changed it to the Syft channel. It was some crappy B horror film about three men at war who were being tormented by some unknown killer. Loki loved horror movies, especially the second rate ones. They always put a smile on his face with their chessy-ness. Thor, on the other hand was neither good not bad with horror movies.

Not only 15 minutes in Loki began to notice this wasn't the movie for his friend. It took him a minute to put two and two together but he soon realized this movie might be bringing back old memories from when Thor was in the war. Loki tried to reach for the remote before Thor grabbed it and held it up in the air as far away from Loki as possible.

"You'll have to get through me to get it." Taking that as a challenge, and wanting to embarrass Thor as much as possible, Loki rose from the couch, leaned over Thor's body, resting his hands on Thor's thighs to keep from falling over, and whispered in Thor's ear, "No." Thor closed his eyes just for a mere second, to which Loki took as a job well done, and used that mere second to grab the remote.

Sitting back down, and changing the channel to some boring thing Loki said, "You are so simple Thor." Thor folded his arms over his muscular, well developed chest, "You're lucky you're my best friend."

By the time the comedy thing they had been watching was over both men had fallen asleep. Thor woke up once during the little nape to go throw up, only to barely make it back to to the couch before he had to go running back to the bathroom.

Thor was the first to wake up when he heard thunder outside. He wasn't afraid of the noise, he knew better then to be scared of a sound, but thunder, for some unknown reason, really interested him. Hearing slight movement on the couch, Thor turned his attention from the downpour onto Loki, who was slowly waking up. Loki's brilliant emerald eyes fluttered open. Thor smiled at his friend, Loki rose a finger, slowly rising up from his uncomfortable position against the edge of the couch. He stretched his arms and yawned.

Being naturally impatient Thor said, "Where are we going out to eat?" Loki scowled, "Does it look like weather people should be outside in?" Thor sighed and smirked at the male, "Afraid of a little water?" He was clearly bringing up the scene earlier in which Loki tried (and failed) to wake him up by dumping water on his head. Loki made a fake laugh and stood up from the couch, indicating he would face the rain in order to get food.

They picked some small dainty diner that had been in business across the street from Loki's apartment for years, just Loki had never gone in. Thor was on a current waffle binge, and was devouring his second plate of them, while Loki picked at his grilled cheese, paying far more attention to his coffee then his food.

Never one to understand what was going on in Loki's head Thor assumed his friend was upset. "I'm sorry about my drunken state earlier." Loki shrugged, "Oh because I'm not used to it?" Thor smiled and went back to scarfing down his food, if Loki was being sarcastic (and not overly) then nothing was wrong with him.

When both of them had finished their food, and surprisingly it was Loki that was the last one done, they paid their bill and walked out of the diner expecting to be drenched in seconds. Instead there was no rain, and it was perfectly dry out with a light breeze. The two were instantly put in a better mood, Loki said, "There's a bar down the block?" Thor began walking towards the bar, in fact one of his favourite bars, "Since when do you drink?" Loki shoved his hands in his jacket pockets and shrugged, "Eh, tonight is as good of a night as any."

Arriving at the bar was no issue, it seemed most people assumed it was still raining out and had decided to spend the night inside. Thor linked his arm with Loki's, looking down at their two touching arms Loki looked back up wondering why Thor would do that. Wasn't the goal for Thor to pick up chicks, which hardly seemed possible if he was linking arms with men. Seeing as it didn't effect Loki, he followed Thor to the bar, where he sat down and Thor ordered something or another. Within in seconds, hell before Thor even finished ordering the drinks, they were surrounded by young woman, and the occasional man. All of whom had their attention on Thor.

Maybe an hour or so later, well it felt like an hour to Loki, even though it was probably only 15 minutes at the moment, Loki was bored and Thor was still getting everyone's attention. Every so often when one of the woman (and the two men who had the balls to walk up to Thor) got rejected, they would come over and try to flirt with Loki. Unlike Thor, Loki wasn't really a "hit and quit it" type of guy, not that he was one to ever get in a relationship either, but he quickly told the girls, and the guys, he wasn't in the mood. Thor ended up finally settling on one girl to talk to for the reminder of the night, who's name Loki hadn't picked up. While Thor flirted endlessly, with nothing better to do Loki kept drinking and drinking, trying whatever odd concoction the bartender could come up with, even taking a dare drink or two from one of the other bar patrons. This was probably the most alcohol he had ever consumed in his entire life, combined. After an hour of his constant drinking, Thor began to notice, and when Thor noticed the state he was in, he was enraged. Not only did Loki just ruin his chances of hooking up with the girl, but now Thor would have to go home and deal with Loki being drunken, which had never happened before so Thor had no idea what to expect.

Before Thor grabbed Loki to leave, he went to go give his lady friend a kiss goodbye, and probably get her number. Loki was not going to take that, and he turned around on his stool to see one of the red heads that had been trying to get with Thor earlier, he motioned for the girl to come forward, and she did so wairly, "Before me and my friend walk out, punch that girl he's been flirting with in the face." He whispered to her, and handed her a piece of paper with Thor's number on it in return for her services.

When Thor had said his final goodbyes to the woman who called herself Jane, he wrapped Loki's arm around his next and began to walk out the door, and just as the bartender was telling him Loki wouldn't be allowed inside anymore in his state, the red head hit Jane in the face, causing her to fall over.

It has taken great effort to drag Loki home without shouting at him since he kept babbling about random things. He felt he deserved to fall into his lovely little couch and right before he was about to go pass out, after tossing Loki into his own bed, Loki leaned across the edge of the bed, arms stretched out, "Come, come sleep with me tonight." He sounded weak, and dead tired. Thor, against his better judgement, changed into more comfortable sleeping attire, and joined Loki in his bed.

A/N: I'm not really sure how I updated so fast, but whatever I'm proud of myself! Keep the reviews coming, cause that's probably what did it. Oh and I've changed the summary now, because it was all hidden and secret, and I don't care anymore so the plot is just out there. Plus I feel like if I didn't this chapter would be confusing. Anyways, thank you for reading!