Loki / Thor
There were a great many things that they needed to talk about together. Thor knew that; he wasn't that much of a dolt. But in his grief he felt the need to be selfish. This bond, this connection with Loki was what was keeping him from having a breakdown and maybe that was unfair as all hell but he was desperate. And it sure as hell didn't make his feelings any less real or genuine. He loved Loki; he'd love Loki until the end of time. End of story.
"I was thinking of growing it back out," he said. He lifted his gaze upward, as if he could see his hair that way. "Hm. If you prefer it short then yes, add them."
Thor ought to get her another drink, and he fully intended to. But at the moment he was more keen on flirting with her. "I am mightily talented with my hands," he said. One of those hands passed down her back, around to her hip and squeezed. "Surely you'd agree."