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 nods slightly at his request. And tries not to think about losing him too.

"Just light candles? Can I also sing you all a song?"

[edit: this is the dancing thread]

[coldsong]

Oh, this Loki doesn't plan on going anywhere any time soon.

Granted, his best laid plans often turn around and bite him in the ass, but still.

"I didn't know you could sing," he tells her softly, and smiles. "I'd like to hear it, by all means."

[sweetcandygirl]

"I guess I am still full of surprises..." Harley purred against his neck.

Softly, she sings a a Nordic song that she recently took time to learn. Her dancing matching the tone of the song.

[coldsong]

He goes very quiet to listen to her sing, head tilting subtly as if to better catch the sound. Her voice is lower than he'd have expected, pleasantly resonant, and he fancies he can feel the sounds vibrate in her chest when he holds her close.

"I have heard that one," he says as she winds to a close, "but not often. You sing it well, very well. At this point, I suppose I will have to resign myself to being perpetually surprised by you."

[sweetcandygirl]

"I am very glad to keep you surprised." She leans up to kiss his lips softly. She will definitely keep their relationship interesting, even for a God of Mischief.