One Drunken Jotunn . . .

An anatomy experiment turned into a veeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeery silly little doodle of Thor giving his drunk little brother a piggyback ride back to the safety and comfort of his chambers.

Loki's drunken mumblings - just visible at the back - reads as follows:

-‘nd, ‘nd he said ‘We’ll have a magnificent garden party and you’re not invited!’ Rude! P-People say I’m rude but he’s MUCH worse! I’m ignored more often th’n not. Ah’mean, look at you! The almighty bloody Thor! Even got a DAY named after you. Thursdays! I f’cking hate Thursdays. Why haven’t I got a day named after me? Hell, even bloody Freya got a day named after her and she’s as mad as a methed-up weasel! It’s not fair! I-I-I-I’m an important God too, aren’t I? I’ve got LOOOOOOOOOOOADS of sagas about me. So how come I don’t get a day named after me? From now on Mondays are called Lokiday! Aw, who am I kidding? I’m worthless. The only thing I ever get remembered for is that bloody horse. I am THE BEST magician in Asgard, and I will now an’ forevermore be ‘Loki the Horny-Helmeted Horse Shagger . . .’ By Yggdrasil, what was in that ale? Tastes like Dragon’s Piss . . . Brother, I feel sick . . . Bein’ carried is fun. ‘S like flying only not really. Hey! Let’s get s’more of that Fire-Whiskey and joy-ride the Bifrost like we did when we were little! Last one to Arnheim ‘s a sissy! Brother? . . . Your hair smells funny. Actually, can I have a little sleep before we go Bifrost surfing? Feelin’ a bit dozy . . . You remembererer the teddy I use’ to have when I was small? PuffleSnuff? What happened to him in th’ end? Haven’ seen him in AGES . . . I miss PuffleSnuff . . . He was my bes’ friend in the entire world . . . Brother, will you sing Soft Kitty to me? Please? I know drunk isn’t sick but chances are I will throw up before too much longe’ then will you sing it to me? Uuuuuurrrgggghhh, I am NEVER going to try and out drink Volstagg again. Man has a stomach of pure steel. Fat bastard probably ate so much the alci-alcihol couldn’t soak in to his stomach. No’ sure drinkin’ that human beverage was wise either. Wha’ did you say it was called? T’quila? Wha’ver it was, ‘s gonna feel like being repeatedly kicked in the head by a clog-wearing Jotunn in the morning . . . Found one of your socks in my room earlier. 'Master gave Dobby a sock, Dobby is free!'