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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[magpiemythos]

Loki lets out a pleased hum at the feel of that little affection that he knows is rare from his twin. And as always, when given an inch, he goes for the whole mile, pressing a wobbly kiss to the tip of his nose.

"A fine gift indeed! Too bad I'm far too drunk to walk straight or we could go paint what little of the town we might have missed." His words might be a little slurred, but there was cheer there, Loki feeling just... comfortable and happy in the moment.

[coldsong]

"I cannot tell you how proud I am of us...for finding a way to get this drunk."

He closes his eyes at the kiss and just smiles. This is absurd, and he'll be annoyed with himself later, and he doesn't care.

"You could steal Cricket's car," he suggest. "But that might end even worse than trying to walk."

[magpiemythos]

"It is truly a pro-pre-pur-digious accomplishment." Yeah so drunk that he's tongue-tied? Definitely an achievement.

"We could... but too many fiddly bits to bother with there." Nope he'd rather stay snuggled up with his twin, nuzzling in against his shoulder.

[coldsong]

"What word was that meant to be?" One Loki is tongue-tied, the other is giddy. He giggles for a little too long at that stumble.

"There will be consequences," he says happily. "Thor will laugh and laugh, and I will allow it." For you.

He has no clear idea what he's feeling with respect to his twin, only that there's a lot of it. Some sort of affection, he supposes. It doesn't have to be sorted out or clarified, just acknowledged.

[magpiemythos]

"I... honestly don't remember?" His twin giggling just got him going, giggling as well in a soft, quavery tone.

"I trust you'll endure the consequences bravely." A kiss to the other's forehead in return for the unspoken addendum that he knew was there. Affection felt and returned clearly.

[coldsong]

You know, taken out of context, the sound of two Lokis giggling together might be absolutely terrifying.

"I will. I will savor them slowly, like a fine wine. Of consequences." That fell apart quickly. He laughs again, and then sighs at the kiss.

"And I will be with you, my sweet twin."

Pause. Snort. Giggle. "...Brother from another mother?"

[magpiemythos]

The sudden unexpected modern reference from his twin just had Loki spluttering a long moment before he burst into laughter along with the other, head dropping to let his forehead rest against Loki's shoulder.

"Yes- yes that's exactly right!"

[coldsong]

Brother from another...Yggdrasil? But Loki is far too drunk to find a rhyme for 'Yggdrasil'. There might not even be one in English.

In any case, the laughter is very welcome, and prompts another fit of chuckling, as this Loki reaches up to fluff the back of his twin's hair, petting and mussing in equal measures. "See, I can be taught!"

[magpiemythos]

"I knew it!" It was easy to see how much this trickster craved attention with how willing he was to lean into the hand in his hair, gaze slitting slightly almost like a content cat.

[coldsong]

What are they doing? This version of Loki is also like a cat where contact is concerned. If it's not his idea, he will puff up and hiss and swat. If it is his idea, he will be in your lap purring until your legs go numb.

He's not sure whether this was his idea or not, initially, but he wants it now. He turns a little to encourage his counterpart to use him as a pillow, and continues petting his hair.

"How would I acclimate to pop culture without you here? I'd have to rely on the internet, and that's frightening."

[magpiemythos]

They're cuddling which this Loki is entirely happy with. And he's not going to argue the shifting, more than willing to tuck in against his chest and bask in the warmth of the fingers working through his hair.

"Keep safesearch on when you search on Google at first. Otherwise you may accidentally have a bad time."

[coldsong]

"Safesearch doesn't sound like any fun at all," he says, and drags the end of his cape over the both of them so they're cocooned in it from the shoulders down.

"You know, it's absurd how much I like you, given how much I loathe myself." He would never say that if he wasn't drunk.

[magpiemythos]

"Like I said, it's only at first. You'll know when you're ready to take it off." It's moments like this that he really regrets not having a cloak, given how nice a warm little cocoon one can make from them. But his twin seemed to have the right idea and he let out a pleased little hum, snugging in happily.

"Well good thing I like you enough for two of us then, hm?" Loki knows that feeling all too well, though with how he was wound up in his twin's cloak he can only press a kiss to his chin instead of his cheek or forehead.

[coldsong]

"Like training wheels?" He chuckles softly. "I'll keep it in mind."

Loki often prefers a longcoat to an actual cloak. It's a little more practical for motion, but it just doesn't have quite the same dramatic flair, does it? And it also can't be used so neatly as a blanket.

"Do you, now?" He takes a deep breath, sighing at the kiss. "If oblivion does not work out for you, back home, keep me in mind, then. I'd take you back."

It's not that simple; they both know that. But it's worth saying, even if it can't possibly happen.