Christmas Eve
The night before Christmas, they all went out and got very, very drunk - well, aside from Clint who stayed for only one drink despite Tony’s best efforts to make him stay longer, and Steve who was out chasing a lead on Bucky; Thor was there but not drinking because someone had to stay sober in case the Avengers were called on (mostly even Supervillains took Christmas off but, it was better to be safe than sorry).
Loki was in exceptionally good form, regaling the group with stories - admittedly stories that embarrassed Thor; such as the time he convinced Thor to don a wedding dress to retrieve Mjölnir. "It's such a shame really, that Odin did not put that 'worthy' clause on your precious hammer until recently." Loki's expression was serious but there was no mistaking the amusement in his tone.
Tony managed to stop laughing long enough to get some words out. "What, and miss out on that precious, precious image? I think not!" He could contain his laughter no longer.
Natasha didn't really get the humour in the situation - she would have done the same thing if she had been in Thor's position. There was just one thing that bothered her: "How exactly did you manage to pass off as a woman?"
Loki smiled and gestured to Thor. "Why 'Freya' was wearing layers, of course - lots of them as per Asgardian Wedding tradition." Natasha raised a brow at that so he elaborated. "I told them we Aesir believe in making the husband work for it - before he can claim his prize, he must remove two hundred layers."
"So how did you make yourself more feminine, Loki?"
Loki shrugged. "Lipstick. No one pays attention to handmaiden - especially not if they believe Freya to be in the room – a goddess widely stated to be the most beautiful woman in all the nine realms. All they bothered to notice on me was long hair, a dress and some lipstick - if they noticed anything at all."
Tony couldn’t help the slightly lecherous look he threw Loki as he considered THAT mental image. Somehow, it wasn’t nearly as funny as Thor’s image had been.
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By the time they left the bar, they were all very drunk indeed. Loki especially, was leaning heavily on Thor as he staggered with the rest back to the tower. Thor seemed more than happy to wrap his arm around Loki and keep him upright.
Loki sighed as, too drunk to do it himself, Thor tucked him into the bed. "I'm very drunk!"
Thor smiled and stroked the hair back from his face. "You are... are you going to blame me tomorrow when you wake up with a sore head?"
Loki gave that some serious thought then nodded. "Of course. You made me do it."
Thor chuckled and sat down on the edge of the bed, taking Loki's foot in his hands so he could untie and remove his boot. "If you say so."
Loki stuck his tongue out at him. "What if they don't like the gifts I have chosen for them?"
Thor snorted. "They will."
"But what if they do not?"
"Loki, relax - you always put so much thought into them. Even if you get it wrong, they will appreciate the effort..." He continued before his brother could say anything. "...you won't get it wrong." Thor set Loki's now bare foot back, set the boot on the floor then leaned over and placed a kiss on his forehead before returning his attention to the other boot.
Loki smiled affectionately up at the blonde. "I thought I was supposed to be the Silvertongue." He yawned and closed his eyes, almost asleep already.
Thor smiled affectionately at the younger man, removed the other boot and set his leg back on the bed. "Sleep well, Loki." As he stood, he pulled the cover over Loki before preparing for bed himself.