Loki couldn't say he regretted anything that he'd done over the past afternoon, but he could have lived without the utterly foul headache that resulted. Once he made it home, he'd spent the rest of the afternoon in bed with a cool cloth over his eyes, but that hadn't helped all that much. He felt dizzy and sick when Thor pounded on his door to remind him it was time for dinner.

The sound was so loud it almost made him throw up.

Loki crawled from his bed and dressed himself carefully. He would at least look well-groomed, even if he could do nothing about being particularly wan. Then again, with Thor sitting near him, he didn't expect anyone would notice even if he was stark naked and dancing on the table. While he wasn't looking forward to hearing Thor's loud voice, at least he would be good cover.

He kept an eye out for Sif without looking like he was searching for someone. And she wasn't there, but her parents were. Something worse than that headache made his stomach into a knot, and he wondered if he'd made a very, very bad mistake.