Tofurky, Booze, and Lemon Meringue Blues

"Are you sure you don't want to just order takeout?"

Loki looked up from the dough he'd been kneading, green eyes a startling contrast to the patches of flour covering his face and hair.

"Anthony, did you not tell me that Thanksgiving is traditionally a home-cooked feast among your kind?"

"Well, yeah but..."

"Then that's exactly what is going to happen. Now get off your arse and stir the cranberry sauce!"

"Alright, alright,  I'm going," Tony grumbled as he hopped off the stool," No need to get your antlers in a twist, Bambi."

Loki rolled his eyes and continued working on the pie he was making. This dinner had to be perfect, not just because it was their first Thanksgiving in New Ásgarð, but it was also he and Thor's first celebration as a couple.

It took Loki nearly getting his neck snapped before the Thunderer finally got a clue, but as the old saying goes, 'better late than never'.  Thor went into a Berzerker rage that was so powerful,it melted the gauntlet right off of Thanos's hand, leaving an opening for a miraculously still alive Heimdall to cut off his head. By the time the Guardians of the Galaxy arrived, the universe was safe and Loki was getting an intense education on mouth to mouth resuscitation, courtesy of Thor.

Speaking of Thor.....

"What are you doing?"

"I'm going outside to get our main course for the feast!"

"With an axe?"

"How else do you expect me to behead a turkey?"

Loki's expression was murderous as he dissapeared from the table and reappeared with a dagger against his boyfriend's throat.

"You are not going to kill Mr. Pickles."

"Now Loki...it is tradition...."

"I don't care! I swear on the Norns,Thor Óðinsson, that if you touch one hair on his majestic head I'll turn you into Thanksgiving dinner!"

Thor let out an audible gulp and slowly put the axe back down.

"Alright, alright, I'll stay away from Mr. Pickles...but then what are we having as the main course?"

"Bruce is bringing over a lovely Tofurky roast he's created."

"I still don't get how you two became such good friends," Tony grumbled as he stirred the sauce," I figured the green guy would have pulverized you again."

"Apparently, all the beast required to earn his loyalty was a hug."