There's really no reason not to face ego-death with a hangover, as far as Loki is aware. Having a good night beforehand is all they can control, and they seem to have done pretty well at it.

This Loki is not prone to affection under normal circumstances, but these aren't those, and so his free arm goes around his counterpart and he bumps their foreheads together gently, then takes a moment to blink and make his eyes refocus.

"My true...gift to you," he says unsteadily, "is that you get to leave...me to deal with any fallout from this. And you get off scot-free."