Loki had a similar night. Good mood, good food, even better ale. For once everyone got along and they all just had fun, and at the end of the feast, when everyone had paired up and left, Loki rounded up whoever was there and took them all to his bed. Leave no man (or woman or dwarf) behind.

It was a good night, but his morning starts out even better. He opens his eyes to a sea of black hair, and he immediately knows which Lady it belongs to. Which is strange, and suspicious, but he takes a moment to enjoy having her in his arms before he slips out of bed to find out how he ended up here. He can't rule out that he drunkely teleported here, but surely Thor would be around?

Like the other god, it's when he sets his feet down on the floor that he notices something is off. His feet thud heavily to the floor and it almost startles him. Then he realizes how big he feels, too strong and too weak at the same time. He stands up and feels slow and clumsy, and when he looks at his own hands, he doesn't recognize them. Well, he does, but those are NOT his hands. A mirror confirms it, and it's his turn to burst out into the hallways, angry and naked.

"THOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOR!!"