Su Ming let go of Thor and watched him plunge headfirst into a platter piled with fatty meat.
Drunk Thor was actually more refined in speech and far more rational than usual. It was rather unexpected.
But drunks came in all kinds. Some went wild when they drank too much, while others became eager to pour their hearts out.
The Sorcerer Supreme stared quietly at the brazier in the center of the hall, contemplating something. After a moment, he snapped his fingers at Little Wong. "Have the apprentices come help our honored guests to their rooms."
Sif and Gin also walked over, though the two of them were clearly thinking about different things.
"Thank you, Sorcerer Supreme, for your hospitality. Kamar-Taj displayed the light of glory today." Sif began with the usual polite words. She had never really spoken to Deathstroke before, so her tone was inevitably a little stiff.
After all, Deathstroke was known to be one of Earth's strongest beings. Even Odin had dealings with him that outsiders knew nothing about.
Su Ming smiled and nodded. He glanced at Loki, who was being carried away by the apprentices but still had his ears pricked to eavesdrop, before replying, "No need to be so polite. You're Gin's good sister, and your brother Heimdall and I are as close as brothers. We're all family."
Hearing the Sorcerer Supreme say that, Sif gave an awkward smile. Heimdall had certainly not put it that way.
Apparently, Odin had granted Deathstroke permission to use the Bifrost, which had kept Heimdall busier than before. Still, she gave a slight bow. "Please excuse me. They may need someone to look after them while they're drunk."
"Of course. Go take care of your friends. I'll help investigate your target." Su Ming nodded in return and watched