what power art thou who from below

He was exhausted. No real surprise, his twin had thrown one hell of a party. Loki was still incredibly drunk, which meant he was a bit more open with affection than he might normally be. The closest person who was warm and not about to push him away would get arms looped around them as the trickster just dragged himself in closer for a proper cling, hindered by the fact that he was half-wrapped in one of Harley's aerial silks still.