Imagine a drunk Loki who is overly affectionate and clingy. He’s whispering sweet nothings (albeit slurred) to you as he presses kisses along your neck. No matter what you do to try to get him off, he won’t move–so you fall asleep, limbs tangled in his.
The next morning, he wakes up embarrassed but just as clingy as he fights off a headache.

















