Urm. So. A bunch of us found out that Westchester and Valhalla are pretty close to each other. And then we decided that Charles and Loki used to troll the bars in town, mind fuck with people’s heads (telepathic stuff and the whole magical shapeshifting thing).
And then.. because my mind is warped. And strange. I decided that HEY WHAT IF CHARLES AND LOKI TOTALLY GOT DRUNK TOGETHER AND MADE OUT and thus, we have art.
I suck at drawing porn. So we have … kisses. Because Charles can be such a toppy bastard and sometime after the 5th glass of brandy Loki was too busy laughing at his pickup lines “you have a groovy WHAT?” and making bad ice-breaking jokes that Charles gave up and kissed him so he would shut up.
The good news: It worked. Loki’s mouth was occupied for the rest of the night.
The bad news: Erik started hunting for every heating element he can find. And Thor is still looking for his hammer.