Now that was funny. And Loki showed his amusement by laughing openly. It only lasted a second or two into the kiss. He relaxed. He was moderately happy. He'd have been happier if he wasn't tucked away in an alcove... essentially hiding, while everyone else was eating and drinking....
“You,” he said quietly against her lips after a time that was not nearly long enough, “are naughty. You should not encourage me.” Loki brought his lips back down to hers, fighting all urge to press her up against the wall.... even though he really wanted to.
He really, really wanted to.
Actually, most of him that was full of mead wanted to do a lot of things that the remaining logical parts of his brain did not.