The sip of honey

      There was a great feast in Asgard. Today is the day when peace was made between the Vanir and the Aesir. The inhabitants of Asgard were preparing for the holiday, especially they were preparing for this holiday in the palace. Servants set the table, decorated the castle. The holiday also did not bypass the highest aces. The entire palace looked like a disturbed beehive from the outside. No one was sitting still, everyone was doing something.       Loki was in his room preparing for the celebration. He preened. Clothes were scattered all over the bed, a huge closet was open and half empty, and the mirror reflected the god of Deception. As usual, completely without knocking or any other sign, Thor burst into the room.       - How is my beloved brother? Bored, I hope? — Flirting, asked the brother.       - Thor, I won’t give you wine, — Loki snapped, — and don’t interfere at all. Can’t you see that I can’t make it?       - And I didn’t come for wine, but for you, — Thor admitted and hugged Loki by the shoulders, looking in the mirror at two almost people in the reflection. — How delicious you smell! Cologne? -The brother sniffed the air and inhaled the aroma of the oils.       - Well, well, well, what do you smell like? — Loki asked, sensing a spicy and so sweet smell that his mouth knitted unpleasantly.       - It’s honey, — Thor admitted, and began to hug Loki a little tighter.       - You should eat your honey with something, otherwise I don’t know what will happen to you in the evening, — Loki Thor pushed away from him. — Better help me, and don’t get drunk before the holiday.       - I already helped — I got two bottles of honey, — Thor answered.       - Go on, better get dressed properly, — Loki said with a sigh. — In the evening — not a drop, — the eyes of God squinted warningly. Thor, grumbling something unintelligible with displeasure, left Loki’s room.

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      In the afternoon, the table was set in the throne room, and the hall itself was decorated — Frigga did a great job with the decorations this time. Thor and his god friends sat at the table and drank honey and ate it, completely forgetting about the words of Loki. Loft entered the throne room and froze. An unpleasant picture appeared before him. His brother and his friends began to celebrate earlier than others, completely forgetting about decency. Thor spotted Laufeyson first and pursed his lips into a drunken smile.       - And here is my brother, — Thor said happily.       - Thor, did you eat all the fish? — Loki asked indignantly. — It was prepared for the Vanir!       - The main thing at dinner is ale. So tell the Vanam, — Thor laughed.       - Are you still drunk? — Loki was even more outraged.       - One sip of honey won’t hurt, — Thor laughed, and his drinking companions picked up.       - Thor, you want to ruin my holiday for evil? — Loki asked.       - Why is it for you? The holiday is mine. I do what I want, — said Thor.       - Why is he yours? It’s both yours and mine — it’s for everyone, — Loft corrected.       - So you surprise the Vanir yourself, I don’t need them, — the Thunderer sat on a chair.       - I also get drunk while there are no guests. Will it be good? — the trickster was outraged.       - It’s possible. The most important thing is that parents do not notice, — Thor gave one bottle of honey to Loki, — to the bottom, — pointed to the neck of the bottle.       - Happy holiday, my brother, — the god of Deception squeezed out venomously and set to work on honey. Everyone smiled. Ogun whispered to Fandral, and Volstagg made a bet with Sif. Loki continued to drink and soon emptied half the bottle.       - Loki, don’t get too carried away, — Thor laughed, a little worried about his brother.       - Don’t worry, Thor, you will get it, — he reassured him and continued to drink.              As a result, Loki drank the whole bottle of honey. Thor laughed awkwardly, Ogun opened his mouth, Fandral hiccupped, and Volstagg flopped into a chair in surprise, breaking it, Sif laughed nervously.       - Oh, and we were fools running around, looking for the fifth, — Thor was surprised and pushed his brother a plate of snacks, — eat something.       Loki immediately ate all the cuts and set to the next dish — with fried meat.       - Have you decided to eat all the food? It is for the Vanir, — Thor was indignant.       - The main thing is ale. So tell the Vanam, — said Loki, mimicking the now more sober Thor.       In the evening the six had fun. Ogun and Fandral sang drunken songs, Sif danced with Volstagg, and Thor drank with Loki, who sat on his lap. Soon a delegation of vans and aesir entered the throne room. Odin’s eyes widened, becoming as big as saucers.       - What’s going on here?! — he cried.       - Father, holiday. We started celebrating, — Thor shouted drunkenly. — The holiday was a success.       He started waving his arms around drunkenly, causing Loki to fall to the floor. Everyone got scared.       - What happened to him? — Odin asked sternly, pointing to his son.       - I drank a bottle of honey.       - Clear. Decided to disgrace, — Odin was indignant. — Come on, stop the fun! — everyone froze and even fell silent.       One looked around the table, noticing that the amount of food had clearly decreased.       - Have you eaten all the food?       - Not all, father. The main thing at dinner is ale, — a wave of laughter swept through the entire hall.       - Quickly to the room! — Odin ordered. — And take away the drunken garbage, — he added, pointing to Loki. Thor took his brother in his arms and went to his room.

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      In the morning, Loki woke up and saw that he was lying with Thor under the same blanket. The blanket is too thin, so in a dream the god snuggled up to his brother’s hot side.       - Thor, — Loft tapped him by the shoulder. Reluctantly, he opened his eyes and yawned.       - What, the drinking companion woke up? — Thor said with a sleepy grin.       - You started all this fuss yourself, — the trickster was indignant.       - Come on, everyone liked it, — Thor began to hug and kiss.       - Not everyone, — Loki turned away. — Father got angry, and you will get it.       - But still, the evening was a success, — Thor kissed his brother’s head, — but you drank a bottle of honey and ate two plates of sausage and meat, even this would not have occurred to me.       - What do you say, the main thing at dinner is ale? — Loki asked, resting his head on his brother’s chest and drawing invisible patterns on his body.       - But more importantly, this is an exciting drunken journey on the bed, — Thor said and kissed his brother on the lips, “we can continue.”       - Until the father came.       And they continued to do what they did in the evening.