Written to: So What - P!nk, crosspost from AO3
Ludic: Full of fun and high spirits.
Loki's 3,091st birthday invitations are made of beautifully creamy papyrus, written with actual mermaid tears from phoenix down quills, and embossed with vibranium leaf borders. Vibranium might have been the rarest element on Midgard, but Loki wasn't one to spare expense and had melted down several unused trial shields from the Avengers' inventory before anyone noticed.
Thor looks around the crowded halls of Asgard and wonders who exactly has NOT been invited; it seems the entire populations of all nine realms are present.
In the corner, Helblindi and Darcy sit together, laughing over slices of cake and goblets of wine, and Thor smiles, wishing for the best for the two of them.
He cranes his neck around, looking for the birthday boy in question, quickly ducks down behind a potted plant the instant Laufey sweeps into view, talking animatedly to Farbauti. Thor hears his name mentioned in conversation, and peeks through the fronds, wondering what exactly the frost king can have to say about him, but when he sees Laufey draw his hand across his throat with another mention of Thor's name, Thor decides it is probably better not to ask.
Thor creeps around the perimeter of the great ballroom before spotting Loki sitting at a table, laughing as he cradles Modi in one arm and haphazardly shovels cake into his mouth with the other at an alarming rate. Loki is chatting animatedly with Sif, gesticulating wildly with his fork, and Thor cannot help but smile as Modi waves his arms around, looking at the small flecks of frosting dotting his fingers before sticking them into his mouth and giggling at the sweetness.
"Feeling a bit lonely, are we, Prince Thor?" comes a raspy voice from behind him. Thor turns around, finds Byleistr with a flushed face, a goblet of wine sloshing clumsily over his fingers as he attempts to hold it upright.
Byleistr lunges forward, most likely aiming to grasp at Thor's crotch, and Thor quickly steps to the side; Byleistr smashes into a pillar and grins drunkenly up at him from his position of tangled limbs on the floor.
"I'm over 9000," he says, wobbling as he tries to stand up and failing, "so I've got like 5000 years more experience than my little brother over there." He tilts his head over in Loki's general direction and topples over into a potted fern.
Thor looks around, and upon determining that Byleistr will not be getting up any time soon, quickly nudges him the rest of the way into the soil and hurries off to join Loki at table.