Re: Behemoth | Mon., Feb. 4th, Evening
Thor collapsed like a dead fish in his chair, once the Allfather realized Loki was alone. The two had seen each other in much less flattering positions, than this. "More like creating frustrations," he responded to his brother while his hand weakly pawed at one of the handles at his desk. He opened the drawer and produced a very old bottle of something alcoholic. He removed the topper with his teeth, spit in to the floor, then took a long drink. His face returned with a nearly painfully grimace and he slammed the bottle on the desk. "Odin's beard that was terrible," he coughed, then took another drink. "We fought over Nathaniel. It was awful. Things are getting better. What do you want?" Thor asked his brother with a smirk and offered the bottle to Loki.