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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[pirateangelbaby]

It took approximately a dozen text messages of increasing annoyance to finally prompt Thor to seek out the senders, just for the sake of making it stop. How Loki even got access to Thor's PINpoint to alter the ringtone, he has no idea, but if he hears Party Rock Anthem one more time he's liable to smite something. No song should ever be this catchy.

Oh good, they're both here, too. This can only go well.

Thor is going to need a good deal more alcohol in him if he's going to be attending a party hosted by not one, but two tricksters. Besides, maybe if he drinks enough, he can forget how the song goes before he ends up humming it for the next week. (Too late.)

[coldsong]

Good thing, too. Loki was a bit concerned his twin was going to start sending quotes from the script of the Bee Movie to Thor, and thought that might be a bit too harsh.

He brightens when the Thunderer appears, making a beeline (ha!) for him, with a dark green bottle containing Norns know what. "Here!" He shoves it into Thor's hand. "This is perfect. I have no idea what's in it. You'll love it."

Yeah, he's already sampled some. It shows.

[pirateangelbaby]

Thor should probably be more suspicious of Loki handing him mysterious bottles of liquid, honestly, but he's distracted at how deep in his cups Loki already appears to be. For one thing, he's smiling, and not in anticipatory glee either.

He pops the cork and sniffs at the liquor before casting a mildly amused look at Loki. "Norns, brother, how much of a head start did you have?"

[coldsong]

He should be very suspicious! In this instance, though, there is no poison, magical potion, or laxative included. Or, at least, if there is, Loki didn't put it there.

"It's probably from some version of Faerie," he says. "Wouldn't work nearly so well, otherwise."

Usually, it takes him a dedicated effort to get drunk, even on Asgard's spirits. "I have had only two full glasses," he says, holding a hand up to indicate the size of the beverages he's consumed. "Along with a sampling of more mundane liquors, most Midgardian and therefore not nearly strong enough. It does have a kick."

[pirateangelbaby]

The look that Thor gives the bottle suggests he's reevaluating his first impression of this particular alcohol. More than just the weak spirits he's had here before, then; part of him wants to ask where Loki got it, though the trickster does love his trade secrets.

Well, whatever the case, the bottle is his now to do with as he pleases, and he takes an exploratory mouthful straight from the container. Loki's not wrong, this is heady stuff. "Only two glasses, you say," he says, his eye glinting with amusement as he tips up the bottle again.

[coldsong]

Loki almost, almost warns him not to take the drink lightly, again. Thor's ability to out-eat and out-drink even other gods is legendary, but Loki has a talent for processing alcohol, himself. It has to do with the Jotun blood and immunity to poisons.

So part of him doesn't appreciate the implication that he's a lightweight. They both know he's not...but why should he put up a fuss? That's counterproductive.

"Only two," he confirms with a smirk. "I suppose you think you can do better?"

Oh god. Is this going to turn into a drinking contest?

[magpiemythos]

"Thor!" Loki's pleased shout came from a nearby table where the trickster looked like he was all but holding court, face flushed from the alcohol his twin had already gotten for him, gaze dancing with amusement.

"I was wondering when you'd get here!"

[pirateangelbaby]

How can Thor be mad at Loki when he's looking so happy? With lots of practice, naturally, but in this instance it doesn't seem entirely warranted. After everything the young trickster's told him about his troubles back home, Thor's not going to tromp all over his good mood just because that Earth tune is firmly embedded in the pulse of his thoughts now.

"I could hardly ignore your summons, could I?" Thor answers, arching his brows at Loki.

[magpiemythos]

Loki is pleased that Thor wasn't mad at him for his little trick, lurching to his feet, already somewhat unsteady as he came to press a bottle into the man's hands that matched the one that Loki had already killed half of at his seat.

"Come! We've gotten a head start so you have to catch up!"

[pirateangelbaby]

"Do I?" It must be strong stuff indeed that Loki is this merry already, and Thor sniffs at the bottle's contents, hoping to identify it. Though really, the question must be asked, does it matter?

"Have I forgotten a holiday?" It's certainly possible, though Thor can't remember one that required quite this much karaoke.

[magpiemythos]

"Indeed!" Now that Thor has his drink, Loki will be taking his arm to tug the thunder god towards the table.

"It's the grand anniversary of party rocking!" Would Thor buy it? Would he throw Loki out a window?

Let's find out!

[sweetcandygirl]

"Thor!" And here is Harley, looking bright and chipper as always. She was totally not responsible for any of those text messages (yeah right).

"How have you been? Still eating just candy?"

[pirateangelbaby]

If alcohol is on the menu, it's always a plus to have drinking buddies. And here's one now! Thor's looking less grumpy already.

He shudders and makes a face at her question, though. Why would you even bring that up, Harley. "No, and Norns forbid I eat even a single other sweet this century. I was about to pour myself a drink; would you join me?"

[sweetcandygirl]

Simply to make sure that if he needed more candy, she could get him some.

"Sure! Make it a big one!" She grins.

[pirateangelbaby]

The candy was nice at first, but Thor has learned that there is indeed such a thing as way, way too much sugar. Never again.

He has little trouble doing as requested, bringing back an enormous stein of ale for each of them, handing one over to the Nexus' friendliest drinking partner. "I don't know what we're celebrating," he admits, after he drinks a third of his glass.

[sweetcandygirl]

"You don't?" Harley looks surprised at that. She debates over a few drinks of her own glass.

"It is a going-away party."

[websnextdoor]

They've even got Peter suckered into all of this, swinging his feet while he sips at a bright pink ice cream concoction and waves to the God of Thunder once he arrives.

"Hi Thor! Are you here for the milkshakes too?"

[pirateangelbaby]

He most certainly is not; to say that Thor is an adventurous eater would be a massive understatement, but if he consumes anything sweet in the next decade it'll be too soon.

He is not, however, a party pooper. "Peter!" he greets the youth with his usual level of enthusiasm, welcoming the company of a fellow Avenger. Avenger-in-training? Apprentice Avenger? Whatever. "I didn't know there would be so many people here." Not an answer, but hopefully Peter won't notice. Deflection powers, activate.

[websnextdoor]

Peter is unaware of any candy induced regrets Thor may or may not be having but the Lokis have supplied him with a strawberry shake and a plate of fresh cherries for some unbeknownst reason. Free food is food and thus Peter will eat it.

"Iiiiii didn't either actually. I came here to do some homework and sorta stumbled into a party. But I'm apparently not unwelcome so here we are." He's beaming from ear to ear, so happy to be around friends.

[pirateangelbaby]

How could anyone say no to that youthful excitement anyway? Of course he's welcome here. Thor will fight anyone who says otherwise. (That is, he probably wouldn't actually fight them. Unless it was necessary. ...which it could be.)

Thor is rather tired of sweets, of course, so once he's gotten himself a drink, he grabs a bowl of mixed nuts and plonks himself down next to his young friend. "I don't know what we're celebrating either, but I'm not going to say no to the break."

[websnextdoor]

The chair gives a bit of a creak at Thor's weight but he doesn't dump his dense gluts onto the floor which is a small mercy for the god's recently beaten down pride.

"The two Lokis are throwing a party for some reason. So far it's been a lot of fun. Though for some reason they keep asking me to try and tie cherry stems into knots with my tongue. It's weird. But cherries are really tasty so I guess I don't mind."

[alittlehinky]

Cricket has been informed that Thor is around, and he's read enough of Bullfinch's Mythology that he knows more or less who/what he is. When he sees a huge muscular blond walk in looking disgruntled, he makes assumptions quickly.

And...and this has to be done.

He comes up to him with a sealed mason jar in his hands and offers it out, deadpan except for a small smile. "Reckon you oughtta have this. It's my best white lightning."

Haha! Lightning.

[pirateangelbaby]

Thor looks down at this human, and though he doesn't recognize him at all, he accepts the offering and raises it higher so he can look at it. "White lightning, you say?" The name has his attention, as Cricket no doubt hoped it would.

[alittlehinky]

Oh, wait, what? They never had moonshine on Asgard? Cricket actually expected Thor to get the reference right away, but then he's used to Loki, who will pretend he gets a reference even when he doesn't.

"It's liquor, sir," he explains. "Distilled from corn and rye and oats and a little molasses. We called it that where I grew up, 'cause it's clear and real strong."

Nowhere near strong enough to affect a god, probably, but the amount Thor's holding would make a normal human very very sick.

[pirateangelbaby]

If they had moonshine on Asgard, they certainly didn't call it something so elementally appealing, which is really a shame. And of course, during his time on Earth, Stark's liquor cabinet tended to be Thor's go-to for decent drinks, which for Stark apparently meant they all came with a high price tag.

But still! It's been a long time since anyone's just made a random gift to Thor, and he has to admit, this human's got his number. Powerful spirits, named after his favorite type of magic, and hand-delivered to him? It's kind of touching, really.

"Thank you." And then, because this seems the appropriate venue for it and because he wasn't raised by wolves, no matter what Loki must have hoped when they were children, he offers, "Would you like to share some with me?"