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If there's no one beside you when your soul embarks...
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 formischief 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.
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
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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Kinner wishes some of the other men from Big Magnet were here, just so he could see their jaws drop. He's having a conversation with a polar bear who knows English and serves food. Not only that, there's absolutely no risk of Kinner being eaten by said polar bear. The Nexus is a remarkable place, he thinks as he decides on a potential order.
"What is there on offer other than milkshakes? I don't want to fill up on them."
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There's no overconfidence oozing from Ice Bear, still holding fast to his stoic nature. But behind those beady eyes, there's a passionate cook who's up for whatever challenges come his way. He's been spending a lot of time training on cooking lately.
"Name it. Ice Bear will not back down from a challenge."
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Kinner thinks. It's not every day a friendly talking polar bear who's also an expert cook offers to make something for him. He considers what he'd like carefully before deciding.
"I'll have a couple hamburgers, if you can do that. I'm guessing you can."
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A simple meal with lots of complex pieces. Ice Bear takes out his notepad, ready to jot the the specifics.
"Temperature? Toppings?"
He's gonna need a little bit of additional information before this order can get taken back to the kitchen.
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Kinnner's both hungry and feeling vindictive towards the Thing. It's a meaningless gesture, but a hamburger, he feels, would reestablish his spot as top of the food chain.
That'll teach cows, even alien ones, to eat humans.
"Which drinks are on offer?"