Morbid Yet Delightful

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asked for by anon, based on this fabulous art

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As it were, they arrived to the party fashionably late. Technically speaking they weren’t invited at all, but this was a minor and inconsequential detail as far as Thranduil and Loki were concerned. Besides, they looked fabulous. Loki had introduced Thranduil to the art of painting his nails, and even complimented his headpiece. Thranduil took a liking to him immediately, though he would admit Loki could be a bit dramatic at times (attempted genocide? Come now). But little things could be overlooked in the interest of a great friendship. 

The friendship solidified once Thranduil confided in Loki that he wasn’t sure he liked that Thor character very much. 

They coordinated their outfits subtly. Loki’s shades were green, Thranduil’s magenta, and neon colored strings hung around both their necks and horns. The intensity of their outfits were so that the other party goers could do nothing but stare. A few screamed upon seeing Loki. 

Loki’s older brother cornered them while they were getting drinks. Honestly, red solo cups were very high school party, but Thranduil supposed anything that helped disguise the appalling color of the cheap whiskey was a plus.

“Brother,” Thor said. “You and your companion must leave.”

“Why?” Thranduil said. “Why should we leave?”

“Because you were not invited.”

Loki threw his cup down. 

“We are leaving,” he said. “But not because you asked.”

“This party is far below our standards,” Thranduil said.

“But…” Thor stared between them. “…you weren’t even invited.”

Again with the minor details. Loki grabbed Thranduil’s wrist and the two began their exit. 

“Do not expect an invitation to our parties,” Thranduil said, and turned away before Thor could answer.  

Once they were out, Loki set the building on fire. The dramatics, Thranduil thought, were warranted this time around. 

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