Loki / Thor
Daft as he could be, even Thor knew that they likely owed each other a conversation about the counterparts that they knew. They'd not really done that much at all except in a couple of surface level comments and in testing the waters. What Thor did know was that in some ways the relationship Loki had with her Thor were similar to his with his Loki, but it also seemed there were a great deal of differences, too. But Thor could and likely would actively ignore that subject if he could because he just didn't want to go there. Was it not as he'd said from the start? Loki was Loki. And Thor didn't want to talk about it.
Peeling back that layer meant he had to talk about death, the despair and loss he was still inwardly reeling from and why would he want to do that when he could make jest and drink instead? Or when Loki's bed was so comfortable and Loki herself was right there?
"Razor blades? How thoughtful. I can touch up my beard and scrub my face at the same time," Thor said, with a big smile on his face in spite of her disapproval.
Thor took the offered cup and took a hearty swig. It'd be one of many. "I believe they were afraid I'd put them all to shame if I used my axe to hit the ball. But it would have been a marvelous display of my natural talent instead of using that light weighted Midgardian stick." His fingers brushed against the tips of her hair.