If there's no one beside you when your soul embarks...
It's customary to have a Wake after the subject thereof dies. Even Loki knows that. But this is a special occasion. Ego-death is coming to his alternate, and the idea of letting him go off to perish alone, uncertain he will even be mourned, is too dark a proposition even for a flawed and callous person to contemplate.
That, and this Loki has been in a melancholy mood since speaking to the spirit of Frigga. He anticipates a dark choice of his own, sooner or later, and where the fates will send him after that, he can't know. Maybe oblivion, although even at that rate there may be worse places.
What's important right now is that no one dies unremembered. And honestly, any excuse formischief a party. The first text rolls out to Harley, an innocent enough invitation to join them for milkshakes. Cricket is next, because it occurs to him that Cricket has plenty of liquor, which is good for a reckless celebration.
Things snowball from there.
As long as they don't destroy too much property, they'll call the night a success.
That, and this Loki has been in a melancholy mood since speaking to the spirit of Frigga. He anticipates a dark choice of his own, sooner or later, and where the fates will send him after that, he can't know. Maybe oblivion, although even at that rate there may be worse places.
What's important right now is that no one dies unremembered. And honestly, any excuse for
Things snowball from there.
As long as they don't destroy too much property, they'll call the night a success.
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"I'll be Frank, of course. Unless you want to duel me for it. I choose Rock Paper Scissors." And he holds out his fist, ready to throw down Midgardian style. That he hasn't let go of Loki with his other arm doesn't seem to be stopping him.
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But he's never going to turn down a duel with Thor, either. At least not one he has a fair chance of winning and that won't result in serious injury for anyone. (Theoretically, between the two of them, with both drunk, they could make Rock, Paper, Scissors catastrophically destructive, but that probably won't happen here.) Loki holds out a fist, thinks better of it, does a clumsily elaborate fist-bump procedure with Thor whether he wants him to or not, and then dissolves into laughter again for a moment.
What was in that faery wine?
"Sorry. Right. On three?" He gets himself under control after a moment, but now he may be dependent on Thor's arm holding him up. "One, two, three--"
And paper!
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Thor barely remembers to shake his fist on the count, his reactions half a breath behind at first, before he pulls his focus together enough to throw the sign for scissors. "Ha! Better luck next time, Annie. You can have the next one." Does this mean Thor might sing more than one song? Signs point to Yes.
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He knows next to nothing about the characters themselves, but the songbook says the song comes from the musical 'Annie, Get Your Gun' so obviously she's the more important of the two voices. This suits him fine! "But since you won the scissor rock game, you do get first choice."
He gives Thor a squeeze, then straightens and shoves him toward the stage. "Get up there, and don't make us look bad."
He's following! He really is. Although he's halfway considering shapeshifting into his comfortable feminine form for the purposes of this song. It would make it easier to sing, but would it be more or less funny that way? These considerations matter.
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He staggers a little at the shove, stumbling in the direction of the stage, and throws a hand out behind him in an attempt to grab at Loki and pull him along, whether he's following or not. This is exciting! When was the last time they had this much fun at a party? It's probably been centuries. Maybe Asgard could have benefited from more karaoke and less mindnumbingly boring speeches. (Sorry, Father.)
"Me, look bad? Impossible," he laughs. "Any way you can sing, I'll sing it better." What? Loki wasn't the only one skimming the lyrics just now.
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He was already following Thor to the stage, but when he's grabbed he doesn't resist or even grumble, caught up in Thor's mood. He's laughing a little, needing a moment to steady himself on stage. It's a good thing there are two microphones, or they might end up tussling over possession of the one, even if objectively neither needs one to be heard. Thor can be way louder, but Loki is not incapable of projecting.
And his musical education has been well-managed by Frigga. It behooves a prince to have some courtly manners, particularly a prince that's better built for diplomacy than battle. He was taught extensively, and wasn't shy of using his skill and charm at diplomatic functions. Someone no doubt had some sort of amusing comment about him allowing himself to be paraded around like a trained pet, but that joke would not have been uttered around any of the royal family themselves.
"Oh, really? I can sing anything better than you," he fires back at Thor with sparkling eyes. One would almost think they planned that as a segue from the way the music starts up right after.
No one performs improv like the sons of Odin?