Drunk
The walls blurred into streaks of color as Desmond spun, drunk and giddy, shoes long kicked off in some corner or another. He stumbled lightly, drink sloshing in its cup as he clumsily got his feet back under himself, giggling quietly the entire time. Finally back on two semi-sturdy feet, he stood tall – swaying slowly – and lifted his drink to his mouth, determined to down the rest of it in one long gulp.
As if he’d read Desmond’s mind, Loki grabbed the drink out of his hand, bringing it up to his own mouth. By the time Desmond’s sluggish mind had caught up, a complaint forming on his lips, Loki had already downed the contents of the cup. He blinked at the god, mildly impressed – that was at least half vodka, the other half was…more vodka? He wasn’t sure. It couldn’t have been pleasant to drink with no warning. Still, Desmond frowned.
“H-heyyy…that was mine…” he pouted, making a weak attempt to grab his cup out of Loki’s hands.
Loki couldn’t stop himself from chuckling at the soft whine that had worked its way into Desmond’s voice. He set the now empty cup on the nearest surface, pulling Desmond in for a tight hug before he could complain more. They stood that way a moment, Desmond whining quietly as Loki hushed him and ran a hand up and down his back.
“I think you’ve had enough for tonight, love,” he spoke softly into Desmond’s ear, pausing to press a kiss to his jaw before pulling back and cradling his jaw in one hand, a soft smile on his face, “We should go find our soldier.”
This time it was Desmond’s turn to laugh, nodding his head so hard it tossed his faded purple hair over his face. He continued giggling as he looked around, “Where is he~”
“Where’s who, doll?” Desmond whipped around, nearly knocking Loki over, squealing as he threw his arms out for a hug.
“Bucky!” he said through another laugh, reaching towards the other man.
“Hey d- oof-“ Bucky awkwardly caught Desmond, who’d launched himself halfway into Bucky’s arms, “How much has he had?”
Loki huffed, ruffling Desmond’s hair, “More than he should have. I’m sure he’ll feel this tomorrow, even with his abilities.” He frowned lightly at the thought. Bucky pulled his attention back with a soft squeeze to his upper arm.
“Let’s get him to bed,” Bucky said, nodding towards the elevators. Loki agreed, turning to lead the trio up to their shared room, both of them chuckling at the muffled ‘yaaaay bed!’ from Desmond.