If there's no one beside you when your soul embarks...

[coldsong]

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 for mischief 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.

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[sweetcandygirl]

She smiles at him, and leans into his touch.

"I would hold the grandest shing-ding ever for you. Invite all the best showgirls to it. And just make it a grand party."

Don't try to fool her Loki. She knows that statement about never going to die is a lie. But she will also let him have it.

[coldsong]

"Showgirls, too? You're too kind to me, dearest." He laughs softly, eyes closing.

"Only tell my stories. That's the best gift you can give me." He holds her hand to his lips and kisses it gently, then resettles. "Are you comfortable? I'm likely to fall asleep again like this."

[sweetcandygirl]

"I can do that." She runs her fingers through his hair. And smiles as he resettles in her lap.

"I am comfortable. Rest well, Princess." She whispers to him.