Loki just met this man tonight, and he is not prone to just snuggling with strangers (usually). The faery liquor is talking, though, so after spending a good fifteen or twenty minutes just watching the man snore, he moves a few inches closer, just squirming across the floor like the snake whose shape he used to take to freak Thor out.

Closer. He waits a moment to see if he'll wake. Closer again. His progress across the small space of floor continues until he's right next to Azwel, and then he reaches out ever so gently...

And starts putting little braids in his hair.

It NEEDED to be done, okay?