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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[magpiemythos]

Not expected in the least. Loki wasn't expecting the sudden arrival of a black, feathery thief, blinking a long moment as the corvid was bravely stuffing his beak before bursting into laughter.

"What's the rush, friend?" He asked in a cheery tone, reaching out to... nudge the plate a bit closer to the bird. Not the weirdest tablemate he's ever had, not by a longshot.

[courtofmurk]

The bird halts for a moment, hanging awkwardly off the table, beak fairly jammed with fruit as he cocks a beady eye at Loki. Clearly he understands when he's spoken to, but if he opens his mouth he's going to spill cherries everywhere.

Actually what happens is that he loses his precarious grip and tumbles beneath the table lip in a scuffle of feathers. If he does lose some (or most) of his cherries, he's not about to admit it. But it's only a minute before he lands on the table, properly this time, and gives them both a good hard look before he grabs a new cherry off the plate. It's a bit unclear how to take this, since this no longer feels like stealing and he didn't demand... hmm.

"The Court accepts your tribute, featherless." Aha! There. It makes sense retroactively. Now he can peck at the juicy not-meat to his heart's content.

[magpiemythos]

Loki just barely stifles a laugh at that undignified spill, hiding behind taking a long drink from his shake until both he is able to manage a straight face, and hte bird manages to hop back up onto the table. Tribute? Oh dear no, feathery buddy.

"Oh no my feathery friend, it's not a tribute." Better to correct the misconception right? "Merely sharing with friends old and new."

It's somewhat amusing to be the featherless one in the conversation nowadays.

[courtofmurk]

Definitely better to clear that up. The Knave swallows down the last of his cherry and hops back a step, the better to cock his head and eye Loki again.

"Friends? You would name yourself crow-friend?" Well, he did give you food, Knave, that's a pretty powerful argument in his favor...

[magpiemythos]

"Magpies and crows are brothers in arms, are they not?" Loki replied simply, popping a cherry into his mouth with a raise of his brows.

As are corvids and trickster gods, but until he knows just how much this bird will understand of such a concept he's not worrying about that part.

[courtofmurk]

It must be said, the Knave is by no means the sharpest beak in the murder. He is, fortunately, savvy enough not to loose any snobbish comments on pie-plumaged ne'er-do-wells. Another cherry goes safely down his gullet before the crow hops closer, head angled as he looks Loki up and down keenly. There is certainly something peculiarly familiar about this one; alas, he's not quite the bird to understand it.

"Our noble cousins, yes. There are none within our dominion, but we have met them before. But you are no magpie, featherless. Wizard or not."

He's almost certain.