"It's already tomorrow," Thor informed his friend, following the sound of his voice to find him exactly where he thought he would: in his bed. How did Loki stand spending so much time sleeping when there was so much to do? "Sun's up, let's go."
He pulled the covers away from the headboard, only to be confronted with feet instead. With a grin in his voice, he said, "Hey, you're lookin' better these days. New hairstyle?"
Obviously Loki was sleeping backwards, though Thor had no idea why anybody would do that. But if someone would, it would be the Trickster. He was always fun. When he was up. Covering the feet, Thor tugged the covers away from the foot of the bed, revealing the top half of his friend. "Oh damn, nope, still ugly."
He gave Loki's hip a friendly slap. "Up! Next week is too late, today is already too late. We gotta go rescue a damsel in distress. Don't make me tip your sorry ass right outta this bed, you know I can. Let's go!"