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]

"And that is why I like coming back here... to see you." She too has safe-houses all around. But she likes coming 'home' to a full house. To see Cricket. And Alec. And Loki. Especially Loki.

"You rest as much as you need. Nothing ain't going to bother you today. Your Valkyrie will make sure of that."

[coldsong]

Oh, that's right! He keeps forgetting she has safe houses in her own world, as well. They really are absolutely even in this. It's a remarkable balance, each independent but happy to join up and share affection in this place between worlds.

If he were slightly less drunk he'd come up with something poetic about that. If he were slightly more drunk, he would giggle like a loon and drag her into more kissing. He's at a nice even buzz, though, and inclined to just let her take over for the moment. She's good at it.

"My Valkyrie," he repeats with a cheerful hum. "Who is never boring. I feel very fortunate."

[sweetcandygirl]

She lifts his head a little, and moves until his head is placed on her lap. And strokes her hands through his hair, humming softly to herself.

"Me too."

[coldsong]

Oh, why don't they do this more often? His eyes fall shut at once; peaceful for the moment, contented as a cat. She is never boring, but she is gentle when she wants to be, and more indulgent with him than he deserves.

"I have not been this drunk in at least a century," he tells her, grinning and tilting his head into her petting. "No regrets."

Haha. At least not until morning.

[sweetcandygirl]

"I am glad you let yourself get drunk." Harley will never know that feeling, of being drunk. But she doesn't need to be drunk to show affections anyway.

"And that you held this little shing-ding."

[coldsong]

He could probably duplicate the sensation for her with magic, but would she want that? He reaches up and puts one of his hands over hers, stroking with his thumb.

"If I ever die, I hope you'll do the same. But then, I'm not going to die, so nevermind."

Oh, he's pretty sure he's going to die, and probably sooner than he wants to, but there's no reason to bring it up now. He's going to be depressed later; he can save worry for later, too.

[sweetcandygirl]

She smiles at him, and leans into his touch.

"I would hold the grandest shing-ding ever for you. Invite all the best showgirls to it. And just make it a grand party."

Don't try to fool her Loki. She knows that statement about never going to die is a lie. But she will also let him have it.

[coldsong]

"Showgirls, too? You're too kind to me, dearest." He laughs softly, eyes closing.

"Only tell my stories. That's the best gift you can give me." He holds her hand to his lips and kisses it gently, then resettles. "Are you comfortable? I'm likely to fall asleep again like this."

[sweetcandygirl]

"I can do that." She runs her fingers through his hair. And smiles as he resettles in her lap.

"I am comfortable. Rest well, Princess." She whispers to him.