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.

Comments

[magpiemythos]

Not like he'd be upset. It was a rare thing for Loki to feel like this about anyone, and playful teasing was the way of the pair of them.

The way Cricket's discomfiture melts to a smile when they meet eyes just makes Loki inordinately pleased, especially when the man finally seems to pick a song. Fidgety on stage, but then not everyone was comfortable in front of crowds.

And unfamiliar or not, the song choice was interesting, the beat catchy and Loki was fairly certain that poor impatient Chicken Hawk was going to have a bad time. It didn't hurt that Cricket had a nice singing voice either, the trickster sipping his drink as he watched the performance, toe idly tapping under the table.

[alittlehinky]

It's a pretty low-key little folk song, wedged between showtunes and pop-rock ballads. The other Loki seems mildly surprised by the selection, gaze flitting between his alternate and Cricket, then brightening with satisfaction.

He's got what he wanted out of that exchange, and will take the opportunity to seek out Harley, now.

With his eyes closed, Cricket can think about the lyrics and tune he's singing, rather than the audience, and when he hits the last verse, he starts smiling again.

Chicken Hawk starts chasing chickens,
chickens start to squawking and run,
the farmer comes out of the farmhouse,
the farmer got a BIG shotgun,
the farmer he blows that Chicken Hawk to kingdom come.

And the Buzzard looks at him with a baleful eye,
takes a few seconds 'fore he give a reply,
turn his neck nearly all the way around,
and he looks at the Chicken Hawk laying on the ground:
"I knew the Lord'd provide. Yes the Lord'll provide",
that's all brother Buzzard said "The Lord'll provide!"

He goes through the chorus twice more, and not without enthusiasm. The story is pretty much a textbook example of the kind of humor Cricket prefers: the dark juxtaposed with the ridiculous.

He's grinning when he finishes up and puts the mic back, half with relief. And then he almost falls down the stairs of the little stage thanks to unsteadiness caused by a blend of liquor and nerves.

Oh, well. It's not like everyone else in the room isn't drunk.