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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[alittlehinky]

Cricket swears to god the floor shakes when Indoraptor flops onto it. How much does a dinosaur weight? A LOT.

In retrospect, getting a twenty-four-foot killing machine drunk was probably the worst idea in the history of bad ideas, but since everyone's just relaxing and drowsy now, it seems not to have ended in disaster.

Cricket makes yet another trip to his bedroom and comes back out with his duvet, folded in quarters. He sets it down by the dinosaur's head with a sigh. "Here. Ain't quite a pillow but it'll soften up the ground some. Try not to tear it?"

Those are some wicked claws. But once the dinosaur is settled, he can have a small human heating pad snuggled up to his back.