“I did! I also wanted to see if I could, and if you’d notice.” Yes and no, respectively.

Loki followed his brother into the room, no less wet but not suffering from cold at all. After Thor hunched to sulk, he collected a few of the not-bloodied towels from the ground and settled behind him. On knees rather than sitting so he was elevated enough to throw a towel over his head and start chafing him dry. Starting, of course, with his hair.