Thor, heartbroken over his breakup with Jane Foster, heads out to a bar and meets a mysterious woman. When he fails to come home, the Avengers head out to look for him. He is found unconscious in Central Park, two small puncture wounds in his neck...
Another quiet night on Midgard. Staring out the window, he pined for some action – an alien invasion, Hydra, even a cat stuck in a tree – anything to distract him from his heartache.
Running his hand through his long golden hair, he turned and walked over to the great sofa in the main room. Plopping unceremoniously down, he picked up the remote and began the Midgardian practice of channel surfing. Nothing appealed to him, so he turned off the television. He then saw the reflection of his brother on the darkened screen.
"Brother are you still moping because of that Midgardian woman? You look pathetic."
"Thank you for the sentiment, Loki." He rose and turned to look upon his younger brother. They couldn't be more different from each other. He was Thor, God of Thunder, blond-haired, blue-eyed first born of Odin. He stood tall and muscular, and he wielded the mighty Mjölnir, yet he had been laid low by a broken heart.
His brother Loki, on the other hand, was the raven haired, blue-green eyed God of Mischief. Tall and lean with a clever mind, Loki was impervious to love and could not understand his brother's feelings.
"I have an idea. Come out with me. There is a new club opening in lower Manhattan. I am sure there you could find a suitable replacement for your Jane Forester."
"Foster, Loki."
"What?"
"Her last name was, I mean is Foster."
"Whatever, I just refuse to let you sit here alone by yourself for one more night."
"I appreciate your motivation, Brother, but I feel I would be poor company."
"We get a few drinks in you Brother and you'll be right as rain."
"Seriously, Loki, I would just put a damper on your evening. You know Midgardian alcohol has no effect on me."
Loki pulled a small silver flask out of his breast pocket. "Problem solved, Brother."
"You really are not going to let this go, are you?"
"Have you ever known me to surrender willingly, Brother?"
Thor sighed, "Fine, I'll go get changed."
"Uh about that. I have a reputation. Your wardrobe is sadly not, shall we say, fashionable."
"What is wrong with my clothes?"
"If one were into homeless chic, then nothing, but I believe the evening calls for a little more style."
Loki waived his hand and Thor's clothes changed into a deep burgundy jacket over a black shirt and slacks.
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"Loki? Are you serious?"
"What? It's Armani." He walked over and brushed his brother's lapel. "Hmm, you're right. You're not really a black shirt sort of fellow." With another wave he changed the shirt to white. He then manifested a full-length mirror. Thor gazed at his image. Not his usual style, but he had to admit, he looked pretty good. Loki had even done something with his hair. It looked shinier and was pulled back in a tail with a few whisps hanging over his face.
