Prompt from @inlovewithmarvel (ao3): Omg loved this chapter!!!!! Thor should totally let Y/N have some of his Asgardian mead and she gets totally wasted and her and the team drunkenly bond and then she goes to Loki's room after the party. Can't wait for the next chapter!!!!!!! 

A/N: almost every single prompt from last chapter was GET Y/N DRUNK!! so here we are. keep sending those prompts<3

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The party is phenomenal.

You suppose you shouldn't be surprised; it is a Stark party after all, but you hadn't quite been expecting this level of awesome.

You've been drinking, dancing and generally just having an amazing time with Nat for the past hour or so, and you're pleasantly tipsy. However, dancing has worn you both out, so you're now sat with the Avengers at an actual Stark Party.

Okay, so maybe your job isn't completely awful all the time.

"Y/N! It's time for your initiation!" Thor declares loudly, holding up what appears to be a tankard of beer and spilling some on the floor.

"Hey, she hasn't made her mind up yet Thor, chill out." Tony tells him, throwing you an apologetic look.

"I actually think I have." you admit, looking around at the group to try and gauge their reaction without showing how nervous you are.

"Is that... does that mean yes?" Tony asks you. You nod. It's the only visible way forward to you.

Nat shrieks in delight and hugs you, Tony and Steve lift their glasses and Thor cheers. Clint looks as though he might be asleep already, and Bruce doesn't react at all. He just watches you carefully.

"Okay, so it is time for your initiation." Thor declares again, and Nat relinquishes you from her hold as you turn to face him.

"Thor, I hardly think that's a good idea." Steve says apprehensively.

"Nonsense, she'll be fine." Thor replies, waving Steve away. You suddenly feel a bit nervous.

"What is it exactly that you want me to do?" you ask.

"Drink this." Thor tells you, passing you his tankard. You peer into it; there's hardly any liquid left in there, and it smells divine.

"You don't have to drink all of it." Nat says from next to you, and you turn to look at her incredulously.

"Are you joking? There's barely anything in there! What is this Thor?" you ask.

"Asgardian mead. It's quite lovely, I assure you." he replies.

"Y/N, don't drink it." Tony tells you firmly.

"Are you trying to say that I can't handle my drinks?" you ask him, raising an eyebrow.

"I'm trying to say that you can't handle that drink." Tony tells you, pointing at the tankard in your hand.

"Wanna bet?" you ask him, your competitive side suddenly emerging in force.

"Yes." Tony says, without missing a beat.

"Great." you say, and knock the drink back in four gulps. It burns all the way down your throat and into your stomach, but Thor had been right. It's heavenly.

You gasp when you've finished it and hand the tankard back to Thor, your eyes watering.

"Easy." you rasp, looking at Tony through eyes full of tears. He just shakes his head at you. Thor is chuckling happily.

You turn to Nat, who is watching you in slight amazement.

"What?" you ask.

Half an hour later

"THOR!" you bellow, spinning on the spot to look for him among the mass of dancing bodies which surround you. Several dancers stare at you, but you don't see them.

You shout Thor's name again, hardly able to hear yourself over the deafening music.

Stumbling from the dancefloor, you eventually find him sat at the bar with Bruce.

"Thor." you repeat loudly as you approach him. Where's Nat?

"Ah, Y/N. How are you feeling?" Thor asks you with a smile as you move towards him.

"Good! Can I have some more of the mead?" you ask, grabbing on to his bar stool for stability. Your voice is slurred; you can hear it.

"I think you've had quite enough." Thor chuckles, shaking his head.

"I only had a tinyyy bit." you protest, squinting around for another tankard. You spot one on the bar next to him and lunge for it, but before you're even halfway there he's holding it high above your head.

"Pleaseee." you beg, straightening up again and swaying on the spot.

"No. Go and drink some water." Thor tells you humorously, pushing you gently towards the bar. You sigh dramatically before charting a very unsteady course across the dancefloor towards the bar.

When you finally arrive you have to ask for water three times before you can finally make yourself understood. While you're waiting for the bartender to return a man appears by your side.

"Alright beautiful? What are you drinking?" he asks you, standing slightly too close for comfort.

"Oh, just water." you reply, trying not to make eye contact with him. He's not looking at you face anyway.

"Whatt? Don't be boring! Here, I'll buy you a drink." he says, pulling out his wallet.

"Thanks, but no. M' fine." you tell him, blinking hard. You're seeing double.

"No, I insist." he says signalling to the bartender and sliding a hand around your waist.

You look down at his hand, which is now resting on your hip, and then up at his face. He smiles at you.

"Get off." you say.

"I'm just being friendly." he tells you, tightening his hold. You look back towards the bar and close your eyes. Three seconds later you have his arm twisted behind his back tightly and he's yelling in pain.

"Get off! Get off!" he yells.

"I'm just being friendly." you tell him, before kicking at the backs of his knees and releasing his arm. He falls face first to the ground, before quickly scrambling to his feet clutching at his nose.

Blood leaks from his fingers, and you feel a surge of satisfaction.

The man turns back to you and takes half a step forward, before apparently thinking better of it and turning and walking away.

"Good for you. Here's your water." the bartender tells you as you turn back to the bar.

"Thanks." you say, shaking out your arm. You drink the water quickly and then sit with your head in your hands for a few moments. You're really dizzy.

After a couple of minutes you feel brave enough to try and make it back across the room to find Nat. You stand up, turn around and immediately collide with someone who had been stood behind you.

The stranger catches you by the arms before you fall, and you steady yourself on them. It's another man, this one seemingly much nicer than the one you'd just encountered.

When you look up to thank him, he raises an eyebrow and gives you a cool look which is all too familiar. He's a lot shorter than Loki and has blonde hair and blue eyes, but you can tell it's him. Somehow.

"Are you alright?"

That one sentence confirms your suspicions.

"Loki?" you ask, squinting at his face as though you'll be able to see through the illusion. His face drops in shock and he frowns at you.

"I- how did you..?"

You suddenly realise that you're still clutching his biceps and stand up abruptly. Then you almost topple over again. He grabs you before you can fall, again, and takes hold of your arm firmly.

"Come on." he says, leading you away from the bar.

"Where're we goin?" you ask him, concentrating on not tripping over your feet. He doesn't hear you: the music is too loud.

He leads you over to the elevator and only releases your arm when you're inside and the doors are closed. The music gets quieter as you ascend. When you look back at Loki he looks like himself again.

"How did you know it was me?" he asks you.

"Jus' looked like you." you shrug.

"But I didn't. I looked like a completely different person." he tells you, watching you intently.

"I could jus' tell." you shrug, your head spinning wildly again. You close your eyes, and a second later Loki has hold of your arm again.

"If you're going to vomit, tell me." he says as the elevator doors ping open.

"I'm not." you mutter, letting him lead you down the corridor and into the room opposite his. Once inside, he relinquishes his hold on your arm and you sit down heavily on the bed. This will likely be your bed soon, as you've decided to agree to become an Avenger.

"Are you okay?" Loki asks you. You nod, exhaling heavily.

"What were you drinking?" he asks you, his voice full of humour.

"Thor gave me mead." you tell him.

"Gods." Loki says, sitting down next to you. For some reason this sends electricity surging through your veins. Or maybe it's just nerves. Why is he making you nervous?

"I'm sorry if I was short with you earlier." he says. You nod.

"S'okay. I figured it was cos' Nat was there." you tell him, looking sideways at him. Now that he doesn't look like a skeleton anymore, he's actually quite handsome.

"I suppose so." he replies. Then he looks at you, and it occurs to you that you are in fact staring at him.

You quickly preoccupy yourself with getting your heels off; they're killing you.

"I saw an angry looking man with a nosebleed heading away from you when I arrived. Might you have had anything to do with that?" Loki asks you, as you wrestle with your heels.

"He was bein' a dick, in my defence." you tell him, successfully yanking one of your shoes off and casting it aside.

"How so?" Loki asks.

"Doesn't matter. I sorted him." you say firmly, pulling your other shoe off and letting yourself fall backwards across the bed. Your head is still spinning; you close your eyes again.

After a few seconds, you feel Loki lie back too. His arm is inches away from yours. For some reason this thrills you.

"I wanted to say thank you." Loki says after a few moments of silence. Your heart is pounding as you open your eyes and turn your head to look at him. What on Earth is wrong with you?

"It's been... difficult. Since I arrived here. And you've made it easier. Or at least slightly more interesting." Loki tells you, his gaze fixed firmly on the ceiling.

"Well, you're welcome." you tell him, before completely ruining the moment by hiccupping loudly. You clap and hand to your mouth and Loki laughs, properly laughs, turning his head so that you're facing each other.

You stay that way for a split second, both of you smiling, before Loki sits up abruptly.

"Get some sleep. Asgardian mead isn't meant to be consumed by Midgardians." he tells you, standing up. You think about sitting up, but discover you don't have the strength.

"Kay." you murmur, closing your eyes.

"Goodnight." he says, and then he's gone, closing the door gently behind him.

You lie on your back for a few seconds, your heart still pounding, unable to think straight. Then you lurch upright, clapping a hand over your mouth again.

This time it isn't to prevent a hiccup. You need to throw up.