[Happy thanksgiving everyone!]

November 26th, one of Thor's favorite earthly holidays: thanksgiving. There are many celebrations like this holiday in Asgard, but on Earth with the rest of the team, just waiting to dig into the many platters of food set around the table, he finds that he'd rather be here than anywhere else.

And then Jarvis finished his countdown and everyone dives at the food. Cranberries go flying, mashed potatoes land on Clint's shirt, stuffing in Natasha's hair, turkey on Steve's lap.

"I feel bad for whoever's going to clean this up," you say, and everyone pauses from shoving their faces, taking in the mess with wide eyes.

"Last one done has clean up duty!" Tony shouts, taking a particularly large bite out of his bread roll and grins.

Everyone agrees, quickly going back to choking down their meals.
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"I regret nothing," Thor says slowly an hour later, laying on the couch with limbs thrown everywhere. "I feel as though I am going to vomit,"

"You better-" Tony hiccups from the ground with a grimace. "Not,"

"I am never eating again," Clint groans, squinting at Natasha as she nods by his side.

"Why do you say such a retched thing? I am sure you do not mean this," Thor sits up suddenly, letting out a large burp and grins. "I am ready for more. Will anyone join me?"