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

[outpostcook]

Kinner nods. "Peppermint. I'll take your word for it. Two of the same person in one place...Connant and old Vance Norris would have a lot of questions."

He returns with a peppermint milkshake a short while later, sipping it discreetly.

"I'll say that it's good to have something besides canned food and beef. This is good stuff."

[magpiemythos]

Loki's taking his time on his own strawberry shake, a smile on his face at Kinner's assessment.

"Makes me think of how excited I was to try Midgard food. Asgardian cuisine is a lot of roast meats and tubers. It gets... monotonous after a time, I'm sure you can imagine!"

[outpostcook]

Kinner enjoys his milkshake, that's for sure. He'll probably get another.

"Midgard? Asgard?" Kinner assumes these are other worlds, because he's never heard of these places. "In any case, it's good to have variety in your diet. Take it from me - I'm a cook. I know these things."

[magpiemythos]

"Oh, us gods don't really have to worry about that. But it does get dreadfully dull. Earth has so much variety in comparison."

Milkshakes are one such delightful example. And don't feel bad Kinner, Loki is on Milkshake #3 here.

[outpostcook]

Another god. Kinner's grown used enough to the Nexus that he doesn't even question it anymore. Gods, demons, blobby black aliens with too many teeth...

"If there's anything else you'd like to try sometime, feel free to ask." He can't help but puff himself up a little. "What flavor is that one?"

[magpiemythos]

"I'll keep that in mind! Been learning to cook myself, there's so many things I can barely keep up at times!"

Loki peers down at the milkshakes, giving his own glass a gentle tilt.

"Strawberry fudge! Really good."

[outpostcook]

"These are delicious! Thank you."

Kinner happily slurps his milkshake. He has to say, they're pretty good, but he also wants to save space for something more substantial.

"I'm not usually the party kind, but I'm glad I came out this time."