Thor adjusted the red velvet white-trimmed hat to sit at a jaunty angle on Loki's head. It was surprising that he was cooperating -- true, Loki was currently chained to the chair, but past experience proved many times over that the chains acted merely as a formality. Loki had slipped out of his far share of bindings, both Midgardian or otherwise. "There. You look quite festive, brother."

"Thanks, I hate it," Loki intoned flatly.

"You have not even seen yourself. You cannot hate what you have not yet seen." Thor beamed. He should have taken Bruce up on the offer of a celluar device. They quite often took pictures, and the sight of his brother dressed in such holiday finery was worth sharing. "You know, with the stories the Midgardians tell of this Santa Claus, it would not surprise me if he was actually Asgardian. He can fly, he can enchant animals to fly as well, he uses magic to know the innermost thoughts and actions of all of the children of the world."

"Yes, he sounds just riviting."

"If I didn't know any better, his powers almost sound like... Loki...?"

"Hmm?"

"Brother, are you...?"

"I'm certain I don't know what you're talking about. " Loki gave a small shrug, careful not to jostle the hat. "Besides, I would look awful in red."