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.

Comments

[magpiemythos]

This guy is great! Loki is feeding off the cheery energy of his strange drinking companion, a beaming smile on his own face.

"Hey, can you still feel your face?" If the answer is yes, guess who's sliding Azwel another drink?

[lovesuwithknives]

Oh, there is a lot of energy to be had from this fellow, let me tell you,

At some point, he'd removed the gauntlets and hung them from his belt, which is a good thing, as he'd probably put his own eye out if he'd been wearing them right now as he pats his own face a couple times.

"Yes. Yes, I can."

Another drink? He won't say no! "Ah, and here's the solution!"

[magpiemythos]

Probably a good idea. Loki himself has removed his horns too, after almost putting someone's eye out in a hug. And he can't resist but reach out to pat his friend's face, with a thoughtful look.

"Definitely need more drinks I can still feel your face too!"

[lovesuwithknives]

At least he has a nice, soft, well-kept beard. Really, he was blessed with Good Hair Genes, as there wasn't exactly such thing as beard balms and hair goop where he's from.

He doesn't mind this in the slightest. In fact, he nods with the kind of mock solemnity one can only see in a drunk person.

"Indeed. It's entirely far too... there. More drink is required!"

[magpiemythos]

Loki can't help but gasp when he discovers this Very Important fact.

"Your beard is incredible! What magic is this?"

What were they doing? Because the trickster is entirely caught up in petting the man's beard at the moment. It's entirely possible that this might be morphing to a beard-braiding session but it's up in the air.

[lovesuwithknives]

They're both approaching that level of plastered, aren't they?

"I'd never thought to try using magick to groom it," Azwel chortles. "Thank you, though. I grew it myself!"

Oh, boy. We're getting into nonsense answers, now.

His beard is already braided, but there's nothing stopping anyone undoing it and braiding it up again differently. As long as drinking is not impeded. Because there's new things to try, like something called 'Scumble...'