"I hope you will. You're a clever man, Loki. Always have been. If there is another way, you will find it." Thor has no idea what kind of odds he'll be facing, his faith in Loki's nature as strong as it ever was. If anyone can cheat death, it's a trickster. And if Loki can't, no one can.

Thor holds him a little tighter, the sort of hug his own brother has spurned for years now. He's typically been a cheerful drunk, whenever he's managed to get that deep in his cups, but this time it manifests as stubborn clinginess. "The party was good, right?" If Loki got his fun out of it, it was all worth it, as far as Thor's concerned.