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

Milkshakes

[coldsong]

At the start of the evening, there are two Lokis at the corner table of the Cafe. Pretty much anyone who joins them is inevitably going to be asked whether he or she can tie a cherry stem into a knot with his or her tongue.

Liquor

[coldsong]

If asked later, Loki will blame this on Cricket. Which is completely unjust, because he had already made the suggestion to get drunk long before the little moonshiner showed up with his mason jars.

What does it take to get a god intoxicated? Probably faery wine, or something even more frighteningly strong. They'll find out.

Karaoke/Dancing

[coldsong]

Loki has only sung karaoke once before, although he's been a spectator a number of times since. It's bound to be way more interesting after having a little to drink.

Fireworks

[coldsong]

Technically, fire is within Loki's providence. Between the two of them, the results are very bright, eye-catching, and spectacular, and probably breathtakingly dangerous.

And Last...

[coldsong]

If you stuck around after the semi-impromptu fireworks show, your reward is a drunken cuddle pile. There's probably a wealth of blackmail material to be had.

Song reference

[coldsong]

I Will Follow You Into the Dark

[magpiemythos]

He was exhausted. No real surprise, his twin had thrown one hell of a party. Loki was still incredibly drunk, which meant he was a bit more open with affection than he might normally be. The closest person who was warm and not about to push him away would get arms looped around them as the trickster just dragged himself in closer for a proper cling, hindered by the fact that he was half-wrapped in one of Harley's aerial silks still.

[websnextdoor]

Who let this child in?

Probably the owner since this is an all ages establishment and Peter Parker has a habit of getting himself into places he shouldn't be. But this seems nice enough. A quiet place to do his homework and hang ou--both of his friends named Loki are here. Well what do you know?

That's not intimidating or anything. He waves when they catch sight of him. Can he join...?

[magpiemythos]

"Peter!" Loki waved enthusiastically, before he was gesturing for the spiderchild to join them, with a beaming smile. Homework? Who did homework anymore that's boring!

[coldsong]

Loki can't remember ever getting quite so giddily intoxicated. He usually knows his limits, which are astronomical anyway--apparently the Jotun physiology, at least in his universe, gives him a tremendous resistance to poisons--but at the moment he's on his back on the floor with his legs looped up in one of Harley's silks, staring up at the ceiling as the others sway overhead.

He has this weird feeling like his head isn't attached to the rest of his body. It should be upsetting, but it's very pleasant, instead.

Oh! Wait, there's his body, after all. It's being hugged by someone next to him. He blinks and turns his head slowly, spies a highly familiar face, and chuckles softly.

"You." He says, infusing the word with all the meaning he can, because he's not sure what other words to include with it right now. "Just you."

...sure.

[magpiemythos]

It's much more relaxing having his arms around someone- like they were anchoring him from drifting away with just how plastered he was. So what if he faced his fate tomorrow with a raging hangover? This was more than worth it.

He shot a crooked but genuine smile to his twin, one hand ruffling his hair lightly.

"Me!" It made sense, at least for the moment. "And you."

[coldsong]

Hi Peter! You're just in time to see the other Loki spit out two halves of a cherry stem into a napkin.

This is not his night, okay?

[lovesuwithknives]

You know, Azwel wasn't even thinking of showing up here, mainly because he had no idea there was going to be any kind of a party happening at any time. But here he is, because there's a very strange confluence of interdimensional energy here and he can smell it.

And the reason becomes patently obvious once he notices there are two of the same being in close proximity to one another. Spacetime ripples around them like sound waves in a tray of water, spilling excess energy into the surroundings. It's enough to make one giddy. Or maybe just Azwel, as he's made himself all-too-sensitive to such things over the years.

Excuse him, he's just going to sidle up to these folks.

"I couldn't help but notice," he says. "I've never seen two of the same being in the same place before! This Nexus truly is a wonder, is it not?"

He seems so... delighted.

Re: Liquor

[smartass_captain]

The second Felix heard there was a party being thrown by the gods of Mischief themselves Jim Kirk knew any plans they might have had for the evening (and let's be honest probably the next day) were tossed out the window.

Not wanting to be an ungracious guest, the captain makes sure to bring a couple bottles of some far off alien liqueur to contribute to the shindig. Always a decent contribution to any social gathering aside from an AA meeting.

[coldsong]

There's really no reason not to face ego-death with a hangover, as far as Loki is aware. Having a good night beforehand is all they can control, and they seem to have done pretty well at it.

This Loki is not prone to affection under normal circumstances, but these aren't those, and so his free arm goes around his counterpart and he bumps their foreheads together gently, then takes a moment to blink and make his eyes refocus.

"My true...gift to you," he says unsteadily, "is that you get to leave...me to deal with any fallout from this. And you get off scot-free."

[websnextdoor]

Oh! Well Loki seems to be in a much better mood than he'd been in before. That's definitely a good thing, right? Maybe he's made a plan with his other self and together using the power of mischief squared friendship they'll be just fine after all.

Right? Maybe?

Either way, those milkshakes look really good. He slides into an empty seat, tucking away his math book into his backpack.

"Uhm, hi. Fancy seeing you guys here."

[coldsong]

Ice-green eyes look up at the newcomer, scanning him curiously but without any sense of hostility or intimidation.

"Ah! That wasn't half bad, but if I may make a suggestion? You're meant to phrase it like this--" Loki clears his throat, leans his elbow on the table, and says in a lower, more suggestive octave: "'What are two nice, identical boys like you doing in a place like this'?"

He's terrible. Someone stop him.

"But do sit if you like. Tonight is for company."

[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.)

[magpiemythos]

Loki lets out a pleased hum at the feel of that little affection that he knows is rare from his twin. And as always, when given an inch, he goes for the whole mile, pressing a wobbly kiss to the tip of his nose.

"A fine gift indeed! Too bad I'm far too drunk to walk straight or we could go paint what little of the town we might have missed." His words might be a little slurred, but there was cheer there, Loki feeling just... comfortable and happy in the moment.

[websnextdoor]

"I don't think you're supposed to eat that part."

Is Peter squinting? A bit. Just a bit.

[hybriddino]

The Indoraptor was drawn by the scent of food. Not meat-food, but where he smells food there's people. So the dinosaur comes to the place, sure that he'll draw attention to himself but not caring. Both Lokis are his friends, and the powerful black dinosaur wants to look after his friends more than he wants to eat.

Hello. He scribbles on his whiteboard. Can dinosaurs drink?

[lovesuwithknives]

Azwel chuckles at that. "Well, if you insist," he answers, "It would be terribly rude of me to refuse!" So he joins them, eyes flicking between the two Lokis.

"So what are two nice, identical boys like you doing in a place like this?" His voice doesn't quite manage suggestive, mainly because he's trying not to laugh.

[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.

[magpiemythos]

"Don't mind my companion he is absolutely feeling like trouble tonight!" Not that this was unique to him if the sly smile the other wore was any hint as he studied the stranger. It is amusing that he's so delighted to see two tricksters, but maybe he's a playful sort himself. They'd certainly see!

"We're doing a poll! Perhaps you'd like to help?" Yes. A poll, totally. That's absolutely what they're doing.

[lovesuwithknives]

What's the worst that could happen?

Don't answer that.

"Certainly," Azwel replies. "What's the question?"