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It hadn’t been Bruce’s idea. Really.
Okay, yeah, it had.
After he’d found Thor later in the day and apologised for snapping at him, which the god accepted easily but still looked slightly hurt, Loki and Brunnhilde had wanted them all to hang out together.
He didn’t mean for the concept of Beer Pong to burst out of his mouth, but it did.
Which was how he’d ended up here, five rounds later, very drunk, with a very not-drunk Thor, considering how much he’d drank, a drunk Loki and- actually, there really wasn’t a word to describe how drunk Brunnhilde was. She’d probably just created a new world record.
The four were sitting on the floor, Loki and Brunnhilde punching each other and laughing, Thor looking on with a small frown.
“Thorrrrr,” he slurred, turning to the Asgardian. “I looooove youuuuu.”
“Bruce, you’re drunk.” The god looked somewhat concerned, and Bruce felt laughter bubbling up inside him at Thor’s expression.
“I’m drunkkkkk! Druuuunkkkkk!” Bruce waved his arms around in the air like a child, then flopped onto his back, laughing.
“Alright, that’s enough.”
Bruce felt himself get lifted into the air by a strong pair of arms.
If he wasn’t so drunk, this would have made him shriek in surprise.
“I’m taking you back to our room. Hope you know how much of a hangover you’ll have tomorrow.” Thor adjusted his grip on Bruce, then began to walk along the route to their room.
“I looooove youuuu.”
Thor allowed himself a small chuckle. “So you’ve said.”
Bruce pouted. “But I loveeee youuuu.”
“Aaaaand that’s three times you’ve told me that now.”
“But-” Bruce cut himself off, somehow managing to have a rational thought despite being drunk.
Is he not going to say he loves me?
Thor pushed open the door to their room and deposited Bruce on the bed.
“You might want to sleep this off.”
Obediently, Bruce shut his eyes and drifted off to sleep.
When Bruce woke up, he felt bile rising in his throat, and rushed to the bathroom, arriving just in time as he vomited. His head pounded, and he dimly remembered drinking a lot .
He pushed himself to his feet, flushing the toilet to rid it of his vomit, then began to exit the bathroom, only to encounter Thor.
“How are you feeling, Bruce? You were pretty drunk.”
“Yeah, just..” Bruce winced. “Headache.”
Thor’s expression twisted into one of sympathy.
“Thor… did I do anything stupid last night?” Bruce was almost afraid to ask, but he needed to know if he’d hurt anyone.
“Well, no. Aside from telling me you loved me, repeatedly, no, you didn’t.”
Bruce froze up. “I… I said…”
“Yeah. Repeatedly. ” Thor offered Bruce a small smile.
“Thor, I was drunk…” At this, Thor’s face fell slightly, and Bruce continued on hastily with, “And was telling the complete truth.”
“So you actually…” A glimmer of what seemed like hope was present in Thor’s eyes.
“Yeah, I-” Bruce didn’t get to finish, however, as a large, explosion like noise came from elsewhere on the ship.
Thor’s complete look of exasperation said it all.
“Loki?” Bruce questioned.
“Loki,” Thor confirmed.