Cricket is blissfully unaware of the darker undercurrent to tonight's festivities. All he knows is that everyone's drunk, and he's cuddled up against his crush, who kissed him without pity or prompting, and it's all a little surreal, and he loves it.

He gives a giddy little laugh and squeezes Loki in a hug, a little closer. "It ain't done where I come from, is all. This."

"But it should be." Because it's nice, and it's not hurting anyone, and he can tell from Loki's voice he's getting something reassuring from it, too.