“Loki!” Volstagg warned in that tone they had grown to hate. “Don’t. This won’t end well.”
Scoffing, they leaned forward to pick up the bottle off the table and pour themself another drink. “Someone has a big head.”
“And yet you are the one pressed into my side.”
“Maybe I fancied the company.”
They watched Volstagg down his drink and rolled their eyes. This corner was possibly the best part of this dive bar their brother and friends loved to frequent. They had only agreed to visit this place to keep Thor off their back. It wasn’t their fault Volstagg hadn’t joined the rest of the group arm wrestling, and it beat sitting on their own.
If only their company could be less spiky.
“Would you like me to pour?” they asked.
Volstagg looked at his empty glass, rolling it around as if confirming it was definitely devoid of contents. “Can’t do any harm,” he agreed.
“Let the real fun begin,” Loki teased, filling his glass up to the brim. With any luck, tonight some secrets would spill from that rather large mouth he had. Leverage was their currency of choice and the well needed filling.
A little Loki x Volstagg for WIP Wednesday
I remembered I wanted to write about Volstagg's girth and Loki's silver tongue thanks to that deleted scene. Don't worry, snippet is clean.
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