"Another!"

"[Lady/Lord] [Y/n], are you certain it is wise to have another this late into the evening?" Thor asks, forever being your bar hopping buddy. True to his name, the god of thunder really knows how to pack a punch when it comes to drinks. You're fairly certain by now that he can drink anyone under the table.

"Oh, Thor," you say, waving his concerned face off. "Don't be sucha wuss. 'M completely fine." You give a drunk laugh, raising your hand for another drink. "I said, another!"

Thor grabs your hand and pushes it back down. "No more. Have not you made your ancestors proud already?"

"My ancestors," you chuckle. "If my ancestors're supposed ta look out'fr me, they're doin' a horrible job."

The bar tender looks very confused, looking back and forth between your drunkenness and Thor's stubbornness. "Is that a no...?"

Thor nods. "Thank you, but we shall be on our way." He turns to you. "Any more drinks and you'll begin to make you ancestors worry."

"Sorry, ha!" You take Thor's face in your hands, smiling drunkenly at him. "They shoulda made you the god'a good looks. Anyone ev'r told ya that?"

Thor laughs, carrying you bridal style. "Noone has. I consider it a compliment, none the less."

You break into a fit of giggles as Thor carries you back to the shared house you have with Jane Foster, Darcy Lewis, Eric Selvig, and himself. When he gets inside, Jane runs up to you, a concerned look on her face. "What the hell? How much did you guys have, Thor?"

"Too much, I am beginning to suspect," he chuckles.

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The Next Day... And One Hangover Later

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"Still think I am the god of good looks?" Thor teases.

A red tint spreads across your face. "Yeah, I'd like to die now, please."