Sharon and Mobius
Mobius, on the other hand, had plenty to eat - he was doing a lot of that, and a lot of admiring his surroundings both inside and out. Even beneath the night sky, the fire of endlessly burning lanterns brightened the edges of all that gold, illuminating it all as much as the sound of party voices did. He felt almost microscopic, in a sense, when he looked up at the palace with all of its majestic spires, all of its mythical proportions.
He'd seen plenty of Asgard when he spent so long studying Loki's life, his reels, his file - but seeing it all up close and personal was a different thing entirely.
Now he was back inside, a little flushed from the strength of the liquor but it was nothing he couldn't handle. Sharon, however - well. He'd see how this was going. "You alright?" he asked, chuckling, as he appeared beside her to slide an arm around her waist.