After Loki saw that bright and large blush on his face and heard his rather ungraceful words she laughed. A soft and truly amused laugh at his expense, but she soon knelt gracefully down to his height. He was a great deal shorter then Loki was at her six foot height. Her slender soft hand cupped his chin and stroked it gently as her emerald colored lips curled into a smile at him. “Oh what a cute man you are. Drunk but still able to blush so clear a red at the sight of me.” She cooed in amusement. Loki usually set her sights a tad higher, literally and figuratively, but he was a cute little thing and not all of him was as small as his height implied to her enjoyment.
Loki often visited mortal parties. Always so much more fun then the ones at Asgard and so much less annoying as Odin continued to ignore her as the better suited hair of Asgard, but she was content to play her games and enjoy her mortals. Odin would realise sooner or later that Thor wasn’t properly suited to such leadership.
He grinned at the sound of her laugh, even though she was laughing at him.
It didn’t matter, he didn’t mind being laughed at, he was used to it.
She was so tall, a column of grace and crackling magic above him.
And yet she knelt, so she could be near his height.
He hadn’t thought it was possible, but he blushed even more as she cupped his chin.
“Well, my dear lady, you are gorgeous. No matter my state of inebriation, I can’t help but notice it.”
He stood on his tiptoes, her hand on his chin making him feel happily lightheaded.
He didn’t quite understand why, but he had a longing desire to kiss her.
And other things.
“If I may ask, what are you doing here with these people?”