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

[to_the_wolves]

She's not a big man of moonshine, too strong for her tastes, but something like wine or a fruity alcoholic drink is something she won't pass up. After acquiring another glass of wine, she keeps her eyes on Azwel, listening to his explanation carefully. On a non-drunk day, she'd probably make more sense of it, but tonight, she's nodding along in agreement, only getting bits and pieces of it.

"Portal research. Not a story I usually hear people telling." Evil seed? Whatever. That isn't important. "Are you from Earth or a different realm?"

[lovesuwithknives]

"I am, indeed!" He leans closer with the kind of exaggerated gravitas of the truly plastered. "And I found out... there are many, many Earths! This is a new idea for me, but it is fascinating!"