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]

"You say that," Loki just holds still for those following kisses, lips curling on a pleased smile. "But you're doing just fine in my opinion."

Oh no, was Loki playing pillow? Good thing he absolutely was okay with this, letting out a delighted little hum as he wound his arms securely around Cricket, nuzzling his hair.

[alittlehinky]

"Harley said I should tell you I like you," he says settling in and closing his eyes. "But I don't think I coulda gotten the words out if you hadn't started it."

This is all a little crazy. He's still not sure what a god sees in a dead moonshiner, but maybe what he sees is kindness. Cricket definitely puts forth an effort there. "Damn, you're strong."

One of his hands is sort of free, around Loki's waist, and he takes this opportunity to just stroke little circle shapes on his side. He's warm. And secure. And it's really, really nice.

[magpiemythos]

"That so?" Loki's voice was soft, some emotion threading in there other than the playful teasing of before, feeling the color flooding his face. "Well... I'm glad that I did then."

As scared as he was of what was coming, it felt so good to know that someone cared for him like that.

It's so easy to relax into the feel of the arms arund him, the soft idle little touch against his side, keeping his face for now nestled against Cricket's hair as he enjoys the moment.

[alittlehinky]

Cricket is blissfully unaware of the darker undercurrent to tonight's festivities. All he knows is that everyone's drunk, and he's cuddled up against his crush, who kissed him without pity or prompting, and it's all a little surreal, and he loves it.

He gives a giddy little laugh and squeezes Loki in a hug, a little closer. "It ain't done where I come from, is all. This."

"But it should be." Because it's nice, and it's not hurting anyone, and he can tell from Loki's voice he's getting something reassuring from it, too.