Azwel doesn't move. The closer Loki gets, the more he soundly fails to move or react or even notice.

He has a lot of hair to braid. It's thick and glossy and long. The kind of hair that's really shameful unstyled, when you think about it.

This light touch on his hair is kind of nice and elicits a quiet sigh. After a few more moments of this, his eyes flicker open. He yawns, smiles a vague smile, and his eyes fall shut again. Still a bit drunk, clearly.