[Thor says, his gaze is on the sky because he can picture how spectacular fireworks would be right now. That’s really like of Loki’s jurisdiction, but it makes him follow through with an urge he’s had for most of the evening.]
I can’t promise fireworks, but.. [He looks into his pocket, searching. Thunder rumbles overhead and the sky does light up, with a flash of lightning instead of sparkles.]
..We can get blackout drunk. [He offers, pulling an ornate flask from his jacket and waggling it toward Peter. He’s not a drunk, but he’s certainly known alcohol to be a fine companion in mourning.]
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[Thor says, his gaze is on the sky because he can picture how spectacular fireworks would be right now. That’s really like of Loki’s jurisdiction, but it makes him follow through with an urge he’s had for most of the evening.]
I can’t promise fireworks, but.. [He looks into his pocket, searching. Thunder rumbles overhead and the sky does light up, with a flash of lightning instead of sparkles.]
..We can get blackout drunk. [He offers, pulling an ornate flask from his jacket and waggling it toward Peter. He’s not a drunk, but he’s certainly known alcohol to be a fine companion in mourning.]