Lagertha would get pulled a bit closer as Aithne roused herself very slowly to some state of consciousness. Blue eyes crack under her mane of black as she returned the look, if maybe a bit less wide eyed.

Though she didn't remember taking one to bed. That was...troublesome.

But she wouldn't complain about her companion at first blush. A smile that was honest and warm crossed her lips.

"Good morn."

A pleased look as her hand tangled in the blonde mess of hair. Loki's work likely, but she wouldn't argue at the moment at the results.