Drunks
Night had fallen and the others were still not back. All I could hear were light snores coming from Loki. I smiled softly, This boy was going to sleep like the dead tonight. I dread to think how long it has been since he was this peaceful And to make it even better, Fenrir was laid on the bed, too. He was here to keep me company and give the occasional reminder that he is, in fact, a good boy.
"Keep him safe, Fenrir," I whispered as I got up. I was a little hesitant to get up. What if Loki wakes up while I'm gone and thinks I abandoned him? "I will be back soon," I sighed as I kissed Loki on the forehead. I think he smiled in his sleep. Gently, I slid him off my chest and put him back down on the bed, All I wanted now was a good glass of wine. And I knew just where to get one. Thank god for Fandral for having a well-stocked pantry.
I went downstairs and into the kitchen where a bottle of red wine sat on the counter, begging me to open it. It's a shame that Loki is asleep. It would have been nice to share this bottle with someone. And it's not like I can't handle myself with a bottle of wine in me. I managed the first time Uncle Thor and I went down to the Calland library. I popped the cork on the bottle and poured a glass for myself.
As I stared at the glass in my hand. I thought about what happened with Loki. I did care for the man and he hasn't left my mind since I left Asgard. Did I care for the man or was the more to it? I mean, I didn't pull away when he kissed me. In fact, I didn't him to stop. I wanted him.
"I'm in trouble," I muttered to myself as I down the glass of wine. I have time to think about this, don't I? Maybe after we take down Hela. I do want there to be an us but not right this second. I don't want to be in the middle of a battle and have to worry if my wannabe boyfriend is still breathing.
I think I had been drinking alone for about half an hour before I heard the front door slam. It sounds like the family is home.
"Blue?" I ran a hand over my face before pinching my nose "BLUE!"
"Keep your fucking voices down!" I snapped, placing a finger to my lips "Loki's still asleep. and I am in the kitchen," Fandral appeared out of absolute nowhere, taking the seat next to me.
"Hello, *HIC* Blue,"
"Wow, you stink of ale" I pinched my nose. Fandral normally smells minty fresh but tonight is a different story. Sif entered the room. Thor wasn't far behind her. He stuck his head under a tap "You know, you could use a glass?"
"Faster this way," He then wiped his mouth and stared at me "We *HIC* need to talk,"
"Before we get *HIC* the wrong end of the stick, I'm not the one that *HIC* suggested raiding the Calland family crypt." Fandral crossed his arms
"Excuse me?" I gasped "All the questions, you answer them now,"
"So *HIC* this sick fuck, knows a *HIC* guy that can bring dead bodies to life" Thor pointed at Fandral "He wanted me *HIC* to show him where the Calland crypt was. How *HIC* How fucked is that? *HIC* But don't worry about it. He doesn't know where they are. *HIC* They're certainly not under the library."
"You're taking *HIC* that out of context, Thor" Fandral defended, "I said that if having you and Aurora up there in the fight *HIC* against the bitch you call sister, then resurrecting the rest of her family would make the *HIC* fight more even"
"That is still fucked up. Let's not have a necromancer on our team." I shivered. Why is my family weird?
"More importantly," Thor glared into my eyes, making me a bit uncomfortable. I'm not sure if he wanted to kill me or not. We've had this conversation before. The look in his eye says otherwise, "Rory... We need to talk."
"So you keep saying," I had the world's worst knot in my stomach. What the fuck could I have done to get Thor this fired up?
"You and my brother..." Thor asked, clapping "*HIC* What is the *HIC* deal?"
"Are you serious? That's what this is all about?" I squealed, my eyes rolling back in my head.
"You are too young *HIC* to be having babies with him," Thor poked me in my side "If I find *HIC* out that you're... I don't even want to say it..." Thor gripped his head and slunk onto the kitchen counter.
"Getting down and dirty in the sheets?" Fandral asked.
"I do not need that image in my head, thank you very much," Thor covered his head.
"Are you drunk?" I had my assumptions, but it doesn't hurt to ask.
"Fandral is, too!" Thor threw him to the wolves, "Only he can hide it better than me,"
"I am not!" Fandral whined, his head on the table "I'm full,"
"Sif, I said to run them, not get them drunk!"
"In my defence, I did run them. Thor ran to the bar and Fandral followed him," Sif jumped on the defensive, "And here we are. You try stopping these two from doing anything!"
"I thought the bar was twenty miles away?"
"*HIC* may... have lied.. ever so slightly. *HIC* The nearest pub is about five minutes down the road," Fandral admitted.
"Wonderful," I sighed while Fandral hugged me.
"So How is Loki, by the way?" Sif asked. Thor looked away.
"He's healing, for the most part," I reported, glaring at Thor "It wasn't exactly a pleasant process on either side, but a little more rest and he should be fine by morning."
"That's good to hear... Isn't it Thor," Sif elbowed Thor in the side. Thor mumbled yeah. What is his deal?
"Rory *HIC*..." Thor could hardly keep his head up, "I'm going to ask you a question and I want an honest answer. Do you understand?"
"I'm not a child, Thor. I think I understand questions by now," I allowed, crossing my arms "What do you want to know?"
"Are you fucking my brother?" Thor demanded. That was a bit blunt.
"Excuse me?!" I gasped, "What fucking sort of question is that?!" I mean, I want to but I don't think that is the answer they are looking for.
"*HIC* Answer the question, Blue *HIC*" Fandral ganged up on me, too, "*HIC* we are very concerned. First, it was your run-in with prostitution....*HIC*"
"What was that?" Thor shot me a look. One that I wished would've killed me, "What did you say?"
"Oh, shit. That's right," Fandral moved away from me "I wasn't meant to tell you,"
"In vino veritas," I grumbled. Basically, that means 'In wine, the truth'.
"You were a *HIC* prostitute?!" Thor freaked. Fantastic. I knew this was going to happen. Stupid Fandrla and his big mouth.
"Look, I wasn't exactly in a good place. I had no choice," I brushed him off, "And fuck you. It was my life and besides, neither one of you is my father. You don't get to tell me what to do,"
"Wait... Hold that thought" Thor thought for a moment, before turning to Fandral "Fandral, when did we get *HIC* married?"
"Are you saying you wouldn't marry me, Odinson?" Fandral smirked a bit, "Because *HIC* I could tell some stories that would make a certain young lady at this table *HIC* very uncomfortable."
"Oh, dear Gods. I should have stayed in bed," I covered my ears.
"I have known you guys for over 500 years and I don't even want to know," Sif sighed heavily.
"You know what? *HIC* I do love this beautiful bastard," Thor walked around the kitchen table and hugged Fandral "And I think I'm going to shout it from the rooftops. Why not? Let's go get married,"
"You know what?" Fandral took Thor's shoulder as his pillow, "We should probably ask someone for someone's *HIC* blessing." Sif and I backed away, hands in the air. I am not helping with this plan.
"My father's dead," Thor pointed out "And so is yours... *HIC* So, that's out of the question."
"Who else could we ask *HIC* for permission?" Fandral glanced around the room "Siffffffffff..."
"What?" Sif shook her head. I honestly felt so bad for her right now. So, what did I do? I poured her a glass of wine "Cheers,"
"Can we get married?" Thor asked, "Please? Your grandfather is still around *HIC* isn't he? And he is properly ordained... I think. Can't he perform weddings?"
"My grandfather is not marrying you two. You will give him a heart attack" Sif rolled her eyes, gladly accepting the glass I gave her. Like a champ, she downed it down one gulp and came out of it unfazed "You two don't need to get married tonight. You two need to go to bed."
"But the night *HIC* is still young!" Thor cheered.
"Aurora, can you help me out here?" She begged. I sighed and nodded. I finished off the wine "I'll take Thor. You take Fandral. Good luck."
"You, too,"
"Hold on," Thor threw an arm around Fandral, "I thought we were getting *HIC* married tonight."
"There's a chapel not too far from here. I'm sure someone has to be there," Fandrla clicked his fingers
"As long as we're bound forever."
"They will regret this in the morning," Sif muttered. This wasn't my first pair of drunken idiots.
"How about we wait until the morning? If you both still want to marry, we'll find someone to perform the ceremony. Besides, isn't there some sort of bad luck omen about seeing each other the night before?"
"Does that mean," Fandral held Thor a little tighter, "we won't be sharing a bed this evening?"
"Hell No," Sif shot him down, "And if it makes you feel any better, Fandral, I won't be either."
"I thought *HIC* I thought you loved me, too, Sif."
"Not when you're this pissed" Sif put Thor's arm around her shoulders, doing her best to hold him steady.
"Is it because I snore?" he assumed.
"It's completely because you snore." At least she's honest, "It's one night, Thor. You will be fine,"
"Oh, I can't wait for tomorrow morning when Thor hears all this," It's going to be one hell of a show and I am going to be watching with snacks, watching it play out.
"Don't you dare take my man from me, Sif," Fandral demanded.
"He was my man first," Sif glared as Thor and I looked at the both of them.
"Argue about this the morning," I grabbed Fandral by the ear "Come on, Fandral. Let's get you to bed,"
I brought Fandral into his bedroom and laid him down. Once he was on the bed, he pulled me down with him.
"Fandral, what the hell? Let me go. You stink,"
"Blue, *HIC* I am sorry that I am hovering like a bird. I'm just worried about *HIC* you and I know what Loki can be like *HIC*" Fandral pulled me against his chest. I finally got him to let me go. I stood at his bedside, pulling the blankets over him.
"It's alright. I get why you are like this,"
"I'm so glad that we *HIC* found each other again,"
"Me, too. Thanks for not turning me away at the door."
"I would never turn you away, You're family," Fandral sighed, gripping my hand "Though, You do
worry me, Blue. You need to be careful."
"I do have a damn good teacher for controlling my powers. Hela's going to be begging for her life when we kick her out of Asgard," I smiled.
"We need to save the 9 realms. We have to." Fandral whispered.
"And we will," I let go of Fandral's hand.
"You think so?" He yawned.
"It's not going to end pretty Hela and her council,"
"Blue...?"
"Yeah?" I started walking toward the door.
"Don't run off again tonight,"
"I won't. I'll be right back. I'm going to get you some water. Sober Fandral will appreciate it,"
I went downstairs and filled a glass pitcher half full. When I got back upstairs, Fandral was already sleeping like a baby.
"Such a typical drunk," I put the pitcher by his bed "Sleep well, Dash"
As I closed the door, I heard yelling from down the hall.
"THOR, NO!" Sif yelled. What he is doing? Why does he want to piss Sif off? "Well, I already got one baby God down. Might as well help out with the other one," I ran to Thor and Sif's room.
"Sif?" I knocked before I poked my head in the room, "Is everything okay?"
"Aurora, cover your eyes," Sif demanded "Thor's completely naked on the bed," Immediately, my hand went over my eyes.
"SIFFFFFF!!!!!" Thor sang, "I'm waaaaaaaaaiting!"
"And he seems to be under the impression that I'm sleeping with him tonight," Sif grumbled.
"SIF! COME ON! IT'S BABY MAKING TIME!" Thor bellowed. Why is this my family? I walked a little closer. Thankfully Sif stopped me from walking too far into the room. I kept my eyes closed.
"Thor, will you put some pants on? Sif's not having it tonight. You don't have to seduce her,"
"But..." I heard a large thud "I fell off the bed,"
"No. Thor," I cut him off before he could put up a fight "Bed. Now,"
"But... Rory..." Thor whined, "Wait... Where's my Fandral"
"He's--" I went to speak but Thor started shouting "Sleeping," I might as well be invisible.
"FANDRAL! SIF WON'T HAVE SEX WITH ME!" He bellowed. And he complains about my banshee scream.
"Bed now. Fandral is already asleep," I raised my voice. Thor went to complain "Pants on," I heard some shuffling. Sif mumbled that it was safe to look.
"But..."
"SHUT UP AND GET IN BED BEFORE I BANSHEE SCREAM YOUR ASS OUT OF THAT WINDOW!" I took my hand off my eyes. Good. No need to suffer mental scars.
"Fine..." He grumbled. I watched as he flopped into bed "There. Happy?"
"Very," I beamed, taking pride in the victory, "Goodnight, Thor,"
"Night, Rory," Thor rolled over and instantly fell asleep. Sif rolled her eyes.
"And he is out of it" I sighed as Sif and I left the room.
Sif closed the door behind us.
"Thank you, Aurora. I've dealt with Thor drunk before, but this was something different," Sif leaned against the wall.
"Don't worry about it. I just can't wait to see their reactions in the morning when we tell them what happened,"