"'Cause you're the god of true things," he says, before he can think better of it. There's a grin in his voice, but once the words are out of his mouth he blushes, because oops, that might have been a little too sassy.

"I mean...um. Thank you." He can't help but tilt his head into the stroking, anyway.

"You...god...y'know what, I don't even know. Just hold onto me whenever you want, a'ight? This is."

His arms squeeze him a little closer, and he doesn't care if Loki's just an affectionate drunk. He'll take what he can get.