Mission Turn It Up In The Club
You come with your shades over your eyes and a yoghurt smoothie in your hand, and sit down on the chair in the recording room, adjusting your 'noice and toit' t-shirt before looking in the direction of the equipment. Clearing your throat and shifting back in the chair- going as back as you possibly can- you nod at Javier and get ready for the camera to roll, never taking off the shades.
You: *sighs* *rests face on your palm* *in a coarse incomprehensible voice* It all star- *tries to clear the coarseness of the throat* ahem ahem *makes bleching noises before groaning* *stops* *sighs* Hmm...where were we? *looks straight past the camera at Javier with half-open lips* Right...right. *looks back at the camera* *lips still half-open* It all started yesterday when a stupid b**** tried to become over smart.
Twenty-Four Hours Earlier
Everyone sat in the lounge of the Avengers Compound reading the reports that had just come in from Fury about a cartel trying to traffic alien wreckage- mostly weapons- to the black market. That 'everyone' excluded you, your adopted dog Zuko, and a very unamused and unbothered Loki sitting on the raised platform by the french windows with a copy of Sapiens and your favourite mug filled with hot tea.
The camera zoomed in on you concentrated on writing something on your laptop; so engrossed you were that you never noticed when Clint quietly gorged on your choco-chip cookies and drank your orange juice.
"But we only have to gather intel from a couple of guys meeting in the city today?"
Thor- who was finally at an Avengers meet after getting things in order for his Asgardians somewhere in Norway in their 'new Asgard'- pshd at the tablet in his hands and chuckled.
"Gather intel. Is that the human way to say drink some beer with these filthy humans and let them talk everything about their plan?"
"Damn right," everyone around him muttered.
"So easy even Y/N could do it," he chortled, catching your ears and a long sigh from the God sitting by the window enjoying the sun.
"Woah, now," Tony interjected, slapping Thor's shoulder with the back of his hand, "don't give her any ideas."
You narrowed your eyes at Tony. "I'm sure if Thor says I can do it-"
"Thor also said none of you ladies can process Asgardian mead," Clint added, buried in the sofa next to you, his tablet acting as a shield against the warm early afternoon sun.
Flashback to a party at the compound
Sam wobbled, trying to stand with the support of the bar while Clint kept muttering ‘I think I can see inside you guys. Like, really see.’ Bruce was being consoled by Thor in one corner. “The big guy hates me, Thor. He doesn’t-he doesn’t love me at aaaalllllll.” Scott and Bucky tried to wager who pin the donkey. The former didn’t even get to hold the tail in his hand. While all this mayhem unfurled, Natasha and Wanda sat by the bar recording everything on their phone while sipping their third Asgardian mead cocktail. “We should do this more often,” Natasha had suggested at one point during at night.
"I don’t get how you can't process it after the first buzz," Natasha called out from the dining table, never looking away from her tablet but still smiling.
"I'll sit this one out," Thor declared, sitting next to you, "I'm sure the Black Widow or Wanda can handle that."
You looked at him with an unwavering gaze for quite some time, making Thor uncomfortable after a certain point. Loki, who had caught you through the whole shebang, had a soft smile creeping on his face on watching you make his brother so uncomfortable.
"Wow," you finally spoke, letting your head move with the exclamation, "you are such a jock, aren't you?"
"A what?"
Loki: *smirks**snickers**snickers turn into uncontrollable laughter**continues laughing**stops midway with a serious look to shout* FINALLY!
"You don't want to go because there won't be any fighting and show of power," you state, turning yourself towards him, "and having conversations with guys seems too boring. Mostly because of your hate for bad guys. You know they won't give you answers straight away if you ask them politely, which I know you hate. So the next step is- 'why can't we just beat the shit out of them after they gave up on my offer to tell everything like good boys?'."
Thor: *crinkled brows* ...we can't? *looks behind the camera* why can't we?
Tony and Steve stood next to each other- former's brows creased, latter's raised, both in a bit of admiration shock- taking in your breakdown. Finally, Steve leaned a little towards Tony to whisper, "did she just profile Thor?"
"Oh, yeah," Tony answered on the same wavelength before Steve could even finish his question, "she definitely did." He concluded with a smile filled with soft pride.
"You know what, I'll take it," you casually declared to the lounge while leaning on the coffee table next to you. "Take what?" Steve asked, wanting to find out more of whatever was coming from your mouth. "The challenge," you shrugged, "I'll take up the part of getting some men to blabber about the locations. And while I'm at it, I'll get them to tell me about their boss' headquarters as well. Hmm?"
"Of course, you will," Tony chuckled softly in a trance for one second and furrowed his brows in confusion the next. "Wait, what?"
"You heard me," you announced in his direction before going back to whatever it is you were so busy doing on your laptop, leaving Tony to let his mouth open in displeasure.
"Young lady, you're not going anywhere near those sons of bitches."
Steve looked at the camera with a raised brow.
Steve: You know that moment when you see one of your best friends do everything reckless in this goddamn world, wanting you to curse him with having to once step in your shoes and see what it's like to keep him in check? *smiles with satisfaction* This is one of those days when you see it coming true. When God finally heard your prayers and sends that very friend's kid to make every one of your wishes come true. *nods* *gets serious* Though I'm against putting Y/N in danger. *shakes head* Would never let her do something as reckless as her biological father. *smirks* But damn it feels good.
Tony: *narrows eyes at the camera* Is that what Captain Star-spangled underwear thinks? *Nods* Hm. *clicks tongue* Well, that day isn't far when I fund research led by Bruce to make super babies with Steve's *makes air quotes* super semen and make him go through the fate of a father and the burdens that come with it.
*Silence*
*camera pans out to show a very pregnant and a very weirded out Pepper sitting next to him with her head resting in her palm as she hears her husband talk*
Pepper: *looks into the void* *inhales* Or you could just make him the mentor for the young heroes in the compound and watch him struggle to get them in line. *shrugs* Better yet, let him be in charge of showing Loki the ropes.
Tony: *still silent* *looks into his void* *blinks* *tilts his head* *looks back at the camera* *smirks* Pepper?
Pepper: Hmm?
Tony: *turns to face her* Have I told you how much I admire your genius?
Pepper: *making circles on Tony's arm* *whispers suggestively* You have but I won't mind you saying it again.
Tony: Well, you are genius, darling. A genius with the power to create countries and throw dictators off their high horses.
Pepper: *raises her head from her palm with a glint in her eyes* *softly announces* Anthony Stark, we're going to your office and you won't stop saying all of it till I tell you to.
Tony: *feels a visible shudder go down his spine as Pepper gets up and walks away* Y-yes ma'am. *looks at the camera with a hint of disbelief*
Pepper: *from outside the room* Now!
*Tony rushes out*
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The Confidential Club
The camera went from black to a few neon lights flickering in the distance. A heavy base song faded in when everything started coming into focus.
Don't get sick
Don't get strep
Don't get bronchitis
Aye
A soothing glow of blue lit up the walls, which the camera did a slow three-sixty, through which two figures- both tall, one slender and the other jacked up- walked in a sexy slo-mo as the club started another track.
So this money shit, yeah it's been on my mind
Fuck ya possy bitch
I'ma pop off a tonne with the tummy miss
Yea this how I slum I'm bout' to see some tits
Yea ya mummy is fine
Aye
The boys walked into the neon-grazed club glowing with a hue of red, their freshly shampooed hair bouncing with every step till these two stopped right when they entered the floor, scanning the club and the club doing the same to them, but with lost breaths, increased temperatures and some very dirty thoughts and very dirty moans.
I'm a good boy I don't hit no licks yeah
I'm a bad boy flexing with some chicks yuh
I'm a weird boy smokin' on some Brits yuh
Who dat boi
I'm that boy yuh
The slo-mo continued, recording every pair of eyes that turned to get a look at the brothers whose presence was electrifying the entire building. Ladies forgot their drinks and men, men forgot their dates and- with a swift internal jolt- their toxic masculinity and the genderless seemed to have found Gods in the club tonight.
We them bad boy come give baby kiss
We just dropped it now
Now the swallow kiss
Have to beg these ladies try to do the splits
Tryna get the boy to do the coochie little
People moved as if these Gods were gravity, walking under those flickering club lights and smoked room, hands trying to get a touch, eyes wanting to get just one sweet stare, legs wanting to get a little brush, the heat pooling inside them looking for just a little satisfaction.
Yea I'm Neo watch me on the Matrix
All these sussy boy I just implore I do not play with
Baby (Baby) sure you're crazy
Boy that gave me 8 bars and some new restraint
Who that boi
I'm that boi yuh
The blond locks seemed to find suggestive fingers in them, while some other stray ones roamed on Thor's chest. Loki watched his brother being surrounded with the crowd of thirsty thots, his face dripping with pure displeasure, letting the camera catch it frame by frame, with brilliant tilts, doing it till Loki was looking right at the lens.
Who that boi
I'm that boi yuh
Another camera standing a little further recorded Javier on his knees trying to catch Loki's displeasure and piercing eyes- at anyone who even suggested that they wanted to touch him- before he looked at Javier. "What are you doing?" Loki judged Javiers' slow camera tilts.
Javier raised his index finger for a few moments, still recording those sour expressions before giving a thumbs up, getting up and walking towards the crowd that had surrounded a quite flattered Thor.
With an eye roll in his brother's direction, Loki turned to find the other camera looking at him, quite possibly directing him somewhere else because the next moment he was looking away. The camera turned in the same direction to show- behind the crowd of mellow, drunk and horny people- you laughing with your head tilted backwards, sitting with a group of men he had seen in the report when he was forced by Thor to come on this stupid so-called mission with him.
You sat between four men, enthusiastically narrating something to your small audience with wide eyes and wildly moving arms, entertaining the viewers with intention known to them and these green eyes who could see right through every one of those scums.
The camera- swivelling between you and Loki- caught him walking towards you only to be stopped by a pale hand- carrying beautifully manicured nails in blood-red- landing on his chest.
"I wouldn't do that if I were you," Natasha suggested to the God with a bare hint of a smile on her lips.
Loki looked down at the Black Widow dressed in a body-hugging black dress. "Oh, I wasn't going to stop her from having some fun, I assure you," he implored.
Natasha brought her hand forward for Loki to take the earpiece in her hand. "She's got this. But you're welcome to listen in on the conversation," Natasha offered.
"My brother can fill in for me considering Y/N is already doing his job," he mentioned, pointing towards the crowd taking selfies with a giddy Thor making girls swoon all around him.
"Hot molten chocolate cake!" came a voice from the earpiece, loud enough for Loki sensitive ears and the recorders in all the devices to catch before the God could walk away.
"That's the safe word," Natasha declared into the earpiece, before turning to look at the table where you were.
"I really should go," you colourfully begged the man who had his hand wrapped around your arm, never letting go, "my girls must be waiting for me."
"Call your girls," the man holding you said, "we can all party in the private room upstairs."
"Call my girls?" you said a little louder as if asking Natasha what to do.
"On it." Loki heard another voice come through the comms, making Natasha's tensed back go straight.
"It's okay, Y/N," she confirmed into your earpiece, "go ahead. Tell them the girls can't wait."
The camera caught Natasha turning with a smirk that sent a cold shiver over the glowing dance floor, making Loki mirror that smirk, looking forward to it all.
The enthusiasm in Natasha's face was disturbed by some invisible ripple. "Where's Thor?"
Other Side of the Club
Javier's camera showed the blond God sitting at the bar with at least twenty ladies huddled with him, handing him drinks.
"Now this one," a petite little girl stated, handing him a tall glass of Long Island Iced Tea. Thor happily took the glass, had a decent sip, gulped it down, furrowed his brows and smacked his lips.
"No," he finally declared, earning a cheer from the girls. "Not laced!" they shouted before handing him another girl's drink.
.
Upstairs
The camera stuck to the corners as it followed the men violating your private space, their arms around you, walking in front of and behind you, leaving no space whatsoever to look for any signs of the cavalry.
"Woah, guys, how about you go in and I'll go look for my sisters-"
"Oh, no," the one with a stubble and a nice jawline declared, "you're coming with us and your friends can follow. Come on, let's get some more alcohol in you!"
"Haha, yeah!" you pretended to cheer, stepping inside the room behind the guy with a ponytail, who stood in the middle of the living room like a statue for a good second.
"What the hell is this?" He announced more than he asked, pointing to Anna- the camera girl- sitting at the other end of the room, recording the entrance.
"Oh," you exclaimed in realisation, making all four men turn towards you, never noticing the door be closed by another figure in the room, "that's my camera gal. She follows me everywhere. My dad kinda got into this idea of making a documentary out of our lives so one of them is always around me except for when I'm studying or in the bathroom. But I have seen them recording me once or twice when I was in the librar-"
"Shut up!" The jawline guy roared, taking out a gun from his back, "Shut the f*** up! Rory, I told you she was a student. She'll fetch a good price on the market."
You wanted to be frightened by that gun but the camera caught you more in offended disbelief than in fearful shock. "Excuse me? How old do you think I am? Just because I'm studying, you little-minded bitch?! Learning has no age limit, you arrogant paedophiles!"
"Oh well," Jaw-guy shrugged, taking off his jacket, "you're no use to the bosses then. Looks like we'll have to make use of you. And your pretty friend there can record us doing it." He grinned, both at you and then at the camera.
Ponytails looked at you with a wrinkled forehead. "Something's wrong," he stated, taking a step close to you.
"What do you mean?" The guy in the brown leather jacket asked.
"Look at her," he answered, pointing towards you, "she isn't even sweating right now."
You looked at Ponytails with furrowed brows. "You've set the temperature quite low, dude. I'm practically shivering in here."
"That's actually true," Jacket acknowledged, nodding at you.
"No, you dumb fuckers! She isn't scared!"
Jaw had a moment of realisation at Pony's words, taking hurried steps towards you, grabbing you by your throat and pushing you into the wall behind you.
"Oh my Gaahd," you tried to exclaim through whatever air was able to pass through your lungs, as you felt your hand automatically go grab the one that was causing you pain.
"Who are you?" Jaw hissed through his teeth close to your face. "Who do you work for?"
Your brows lifted. An aching moan left your lungs. You took in a little gulp of air. "I never thought this is how it goes down."
"That's because you picked the wrong men to mess with, darlin'."
Your raised brows crinkled at Jaw's statement. "What?"
You: Oh, I was thinking about the horny wave I got when he tried to choke me. *stretches the corner of her mouth in embarrassment* Yeah, turns out not the first thought that should come to your mind when someone's trying to kill you. But on the bright side I discovered a kink so *does a thumb up with both hands with a big grin.*
"But we haven't even started messing with you boys yet."
The camera swirled from your agitated, flushed face to the doorway leading to the bedroom, catching a very disinterested Wanda leaning on the wall as she checked out her nails.
"Wow," you choked, "were you always this hot, Wanda?"
"Who the fuck is this? Who the fuck are you?" Ponytails pointed his gun at the Scarlet Witch in haste, bringing forth a plasmic red spark in between her fingers, which, with a little twist, made the man point his gun at his buddy.
Another camera entered through the door to catch Jaw pulling you away from the wall to hold you in a lock with his gun pointed to your head. "One wrong move and I blow her brains out, bitch."
"One wrong move and I'll be doing the same to you, bitch."
Natasha stood behind Jaw with a gun. "Let go of her before my friend and I paint these walls with your insides."
Jaw cursed her under his breath, taking a few moments before releasing you. You quickly walked to a safer corner of the room, next to the fireplace, breathing with ease now.
"Y/N," she called out, "you okay, sweetie?"
"Uhh...just a little light-headed. Otherwise, I'm good," you responded, finding yourself lowering your voice, "though I wish someone else was choking me right now." You looked at the camera and narrowed your eyes. "Don't you judge me," you criticised in a whisper at it, feeling yourself tilt to one side, losing your balance, already fearing to hit the floor before being caught by strong hands.
"Oh," you sang while the camera panned out from you and those pale hands to show Loki very gracefully breaking your fall, "Hey, handsome!"
Loki didn't even blink as he tried to bring you back on your feet. "Drinking on a mission? Really? I thought you were better than this."
"Ugh," you bleched at him, "shush! I was in my form with those gin shots, okay. These whiney thirsty boys were blabbering the moment I sat down. Let's see your brother pull that off-wait. Why are you here?"
The two of you were oblivious to the fight going in the background being recorded by the other camera; the Black Widow breaking bones like twigs while the Scarlet Witch was making them vomit on their fears.
"Oh, I wanted to see what petty excuse do you humans use to enjoy and forget this pathetic world-"
The camera panned in on you while someone outside the frame screamed and was thrown into a wall. You smiled with pure emotion in your eyes while looking at Loki.
"You didn't know we were here, did you?" you asked with that smile still stuck on your face.
"No."
"Thor dragged you here, didn't he?"
"I came here by my own accord."
"What did he blackmail you with this time?"
"...I wasn't blackmailed! No one can blackmail m-"
Loki: Tony said he'd block my access to his library. *clenches his teeth* That old rusty metalhead.
"Fine if you don't wanna tell me. I'm just glad you came," you pointed, patting him on his chest, completely missing the knife flying towards you being blocked by his reflexes- nothing having been displaced but for his arm.
"Wow," you gasped, letting your hand touch his chest again, "what do you have under there? Rocks? How the heck is your chest so hard?"
"I'm a frost giant darling," he asserted, twirling the knife in his hand before throwing it forward without looking, landing right on Leather Jacket's hand about to pull the trigger and shoot Wanda.
"And I'm a human. What's your point? Why are your boobies so hard and mine so squishy? Look!"
You took his hand to make him feel your chest. "Okay," he cut you short before you could forcibly make him grope you.
"You are clearly running on alcohol right now."
You snorted. "No, dummy. I'm standing. Are you sure you're not the drunk one?"
Loki looked at the camera.
.
"I'm sorry," you whined.
The camera caught your figure partially as you hid behind Loki in the compound elevator while Wanda and Natasha stood on either side.
"Don't worry," Natasha reiterated, "we'll take care of it. Just don't tell Tony about the..." she waved her hand in the air like it meant something to you.
The ding announced your arrival to the lounge. Elevator doors opened to see Tony standing at the entrance with crossed arms, his eyes boring straight into everyone in front of him, not even bothering to blink.
Behind him Scott and Bucky sat on the sofa with a bowl of popcorn and Home Alone on the big screen, their eyes and ears focused on all of you rather than the movie.
An everlasting moment of silence passed and you managed to get a look of those eyes of judgement over Loki's shoulder before quickly curling back into your hiding spot.
"Where were you?"
The room didn't even have time to register the chill when you heard Natasha speaking. "Wanda and I were out shopping. I don't know about these two," she announced with her hands raised, walking out while mouthing 'sorry' at your face that had just experienced third-tier betrayal.
"I suggest you come out from behind Aro here," Tony digressed, "he's not gonna hide you for the rest of your life."
Loki took a step out of the elevator, getting a little closer to Stark, towering him just a little, his hands resting in his pockets. Stark was visibly hating the suave play from the God.
You were stuck there for a few more seconds before stepping beside Loki, letting the camera capture the wide eyes, a gasp of shattering shock and the fumes dissipating to give place to something new.
Panning in on you, the camera caught the bruise growing on your cheek, the size of a pear.
"Y/N-" Stark had barely begun to address his horror when Loki cut him short.
"She’s fine, Stark. Just a little-"
"Who did this?!"
That erupting gaze was meant for you to answer the question and so the entire surrounding went silent for you to answer him. Even Home Alone was muted to hear what you had to say for this bruise.
"Mr Stark, I can explain." Your voice was a quarter of what it was half an hour ago, barely coming out in front of your father. "Please don't be mad. And please keep an open mind about it."
None of you could gather what rushed into Tony's mind because the next thing you knew, he felt himself shift back a little. Curse words flew under his breath as his hands tried to run over the tensed muscles in his face.
"Oh, my G-is this some sort of new...new thing you kids are into?"
Now it was your turn to be confused. "What?"
You: *cringe* Ew! Ew! Ew! Ew! Ew! Ew! Get it out of my head! Ew!!
"N-No! I-what?! Nooooooo!" you stressed at the word as much as possible. The God stood there seemingly trying to make sense of this conversation.
"Loki and I were out on a date. We were karaoke-ing and I was dancing on the bar counter when I slipped and hit myself."
Loki did not miss even a second to look at the camera with pursed lips.
Loki: That's not what happened.
Flashback to the club
You forced Loki on the dancefloor while Natasha took care of the goons.
"Come on, show me your mooooves, Loki," you shouted over the music before giddily jumping and taking a step back, colliding with a guy.
"Oh, I'm so-"
"What the f***!" The pasty blond guy cursed at you before looking at Loki. "Take care of your bitch, asshole."
Before Loki could take a stance between the two of you, he felt your hand block him, your eyes glowing at that rude stranger.
"Who the f*** are you calling, asshole, you dried pulp-less raisin!"
The guy twisted his jaw before stepping very close to you.
Loki- clearly uncomfortable by the distance- tried to pull you towards him and away from that pathetic excuse of a human
"Alright," the God announced, "you better watch-"
The camera caught the full-blown emotion of offence on Loki's face as you swatted his hands away.
"I called. Your boyfriend. An asshole. You c***."
Loki blinked in a sense of amusement at the audacity of that man, the ripples of tensed muscles under his black t-shirt quite visible for the ones who watched.
"At least I can take a pounding unlike your ego, you smelly ballsack," you spat back. "Now walk away before I bring a mirror and show you what a real asshole looks like." The infant rage that Loki was carrying in his entire body suddenly screeched to a halt as he looked at the back of your head with shocked confusion. "What kind of insult was that?"
The pasty guy was fuming now. Your words clearly rubbing him the wrong way.
"Oh, what happened?" you sang in a sarcasm filled tone. "Did your boring comebacks turn flaccid? Just like your virgin d-"
He pushed you back. "Shut the fuck up before I make you shut up."
Loki body stood as a shield- only behind you- wanting to go ahead and do something to that guy but you were not giving him a chance to do so.
You gasped. "The audacity of this bitch!" And pushed him back. "What're gonna do, fight me?"
No one saw it coming. The punch landed on your face within seconds, pushing your back into Loki's chest, the latter having to grab you to stop you from falling.
"Okay, that's it," Loki pulled you up, his eyes on fire glaring right at the man with the intention to kill. And as his luck for the night would have it, you used him as a support to gather a bit potential, scream "Son of a-" while charging at the guy. By now the rest of the ladies on the dancefloor had witnessed enough to come to your aid and beat the living hell out of that man. Pure, chaotic energy spreading over the floor that reflected in the pleasant amusement in Loki's eyes.
"By the Norns," Loki whispered, looking at the scene unfolding in front of him before looking at the camera, "remind me never to get on Y/N's bad side."
The pasty guy screamed out of the frame, making Loki turn at him with a layer of disappointment.
"Oh, you asked for it," he shouted at the man screaming for help before being swallowed whole by the river of women.
You: *sighs* Of course, I can't tell Mr Stark I got punched while defending your honour.
Loki: *giggle snorts*
You: *turns to look at him* what?
Loki: You're right. I can see him never believing that.
You: *nodding in agreement* right?
Loki: Because he would cut my head off the day he does. *stops smiling*
You: Aw! I won't let him, buddy.
Loki: Oh, I doubt it. He is still in shock about the whole 'date' thing.
The camera flips to the lounge showing Stark sitting in between Scott and Bucky, looking in the distance- still in shock- while those two munched on their popcorns from the popcorn bowl kept in Tony's lap.
"Nah." he finally says out of the blue, almost making Scott jump, "Y/N can't date Loki? I'm sure she's just pulling my leg for not letting her go on that stupid interrogation mission."
Scott and Bucky exchanged glances before nodding and patting him on the back, resuming their movie with a 'sure buddy'.
You: *sheepishly* Yeah, I think we broke him.
Loki: At least he's behaving like he's supposed to, unlike my brother in such situations.
You: Huh...*nods* *furrows brows* speaking of Thor...where is he?
Loki:
You:
The Club-a-Dub-Dub
The camera captured a face covered by flickering neon pink shades looking down at a laptop in those big hands while glowing neon party necklaces adorned his neck.
"All right let's do this," Thor stated in all seriousness, using a pink tic-tac to pull his hair up above his ear. The camera zoomed out a little to show him looking at a laptop placed in front of him on a pedestal.
"We are gathered here for a task that is too important for this world to be left to another time. A task so huge that my heart feels both burdened and honoured to be able to put it to fruition. A task so pure in its being that anyone who stands up against it in this club shall face my wrath. But not before I try to make them change their mind with love. Rosa and Gina, I ask you to step forward and be the blessed lot of this sacred ceremony."
The slow panning out of the frame showed two beautiful women step forward and face each other with pure smiles.
"By the power vested in me by becomeaminister.com, I am honoured to announce you wife and wife. You may now kiss."
An uproar of elated excitement filled the club just as Thor finished; the brides kissing and their friends celebrating. Everyone toasted to the newlywed couple before someone shouted to do the cha-cha slide.
The next thing you know, Thor and the rest of the people in the house were sliding left and right.
"THIS IS SO MUCH FUN!!!!" Thor shouted with the jumps and twists, "I DON'T EVEN REMEMBER WHY I'D COME HERE!!"