Happy Thanksgiving Loki~! I know you probably don't celebrate that holiday, but it's a day to remind yourself what you're grateful for and spend time with the people you care about. I know Midgard isn't your home, but...if you want. I'd love to celebrate Thanksgiving with you. Because, I'm grateful to have met you. (Ooc: you don't have to reply to this. I just thought Loki should get some Thanksgiving wishes too.)
"Yes, I've heard of such."
The god says in a light voice, his long torso cover by a dark grey sweater, the fabric seeming soft and tightly woven.
The Thanksgiving party at the compound had finally came to a cool down. bellies full, yet the smell of pumpkin and spices lingered in the air with the touch of alcohol.
Loki seemed to be giving the question actual thought as he stood silent for a mere moment.
"I suppose finding the odd ounce of gratitude is healthy for a sound mind."
Loki stood in place, drawing shapes on his palm with his long index finger. Green eyes observing his own pale skin in thought only to be interrupted by his brother's snoring as he lay flat on his back on the black leather of the living room couch.
Loki turned to look over his shoulder to the passed out thunder god, long wavy black hair tide up in a loose bun now visible as he raised a brow at the blonde.
He gave a light hearted scoff and gently shook his head.
"I'm thankful for many things, at this point in my life."
