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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[lovesuwithknives]

Pardon Azwel his apparent ignorance, but he's quite, quite new to this Nexus and hasn't yet met any of its resident deities. However, he realises there's something to Loki's tone that tells him this claim is not simply braggadocio.

"That would be quite the experiment, indeed. Forgive my... ignorance, I don't know many beings here, yet. What is your name?"

[coldsong]

You know what? He'll take it. Shock and awe are very nice, but peaceable acceptance is nothing to sneeze at, either.

"There is nothing to be forgiven. No one here knows everyone they meet at a glance. I am Loki. My twin is also Loki, from a different, parallel reality. We have been fortunate enough to find one another here, and even more fortunate in that we get along so well."

"And you, friend? What can I call you?"

[lovesuwithknives]

He's not quite as familiar with Norse mythology and its variations as he is with, say, Hellenic, but the name is familiar.

He brightens at the further description: "Ah, that does explain the abundance of energy I sensed!"

He offers a hand to shake, and though it's clad in a golden gauntlet, there's nothing Infinity about it, nor about the matching one on his other hand. "I am Azwel." He's gotten used to people in this Nexus not having heard of him, so he leaves it at that.

[coldsong]

"We are nothing if not energetic," he agrees, deadpan.

And he does eye that gauntlet warily, but only for a moment. The fact that there's a matching one on the other hand is reassuring enough. Besides, he's pretty sure he'd have noticed before now if Thanos was around. Because he would be dead.

"Charmed to meet you, Azwel. How kind of you to join us!" He shakes hands without any evident fear of having his vulnerable fingers crunched by metal.