"I should have expected that," Thor says, narrowly managing to stop one of the bottles under his arm from slipping out of his grasp and shattering on Loki's floor. Not that it probably would have mattered; the inn seemed to rid itself of damage -- alcohol and otherwise -- easily enough.

He passes by Loki, drops the bottles on the bed and then plops down beside them. "Sorry I'm late," he says at the ceiling. "I was drinking."

As if that weren't obvious.