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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[alittlehinky]

Honestly, it seems to vary from day to day. She has a big heart, and she's a little reckless, and that makes for some wacky houseguests. Cricket couldn't be more grateful for this tendency of hers, although he occasionally side-eyes Loki and worries he's a time bomb waiting to go off and fill them all with shrapnel.

But he's not going to say that to Thor.

He snorts. "Yeah, I've noticed he don't mince words when he wants to say something."

Loki uses more words than are strictly necessary, actually, when he wants to make something known.

"Some," Cricket admits. "But I used to read a lot back home, too, so I knew some stuff already. The way he talks about you, you can tell you're brothers. Like, he's mad at you all the time but not seriously mad. I don't have no kin like that, but I've seen it before."