Trickster Party! [tag: Bes, Manannan, Hermes]
And now they waited...
Bes' friendship was proving to be such a, for lack of a better word, godsend that Loki wasn't sure where he'd have been without him. It gave him a better grasp on how the world had changed and gave him a change of pace when he needed some man-time. Sigyn was amazing and he loved her, but sometimes... sometimes he needed a friend who wasn't anything more than that. Odin and Thor had once filled that need, but then things went horribly wrong. Plus his kinsmen seemed to always have qualifications attached to their friendships with him -they were his friend as long as he was useful to them. So far, Bes seemed to not have qualifications in their friendship. It was a foreign concept to Loki but one he was glad to experience.
So, when Loki needed advice on what he should add to his man-cave... he called Bes. When he couldn't decide between a better stereo, a jukebox and a mp3 loaded laptop with great speakers... he called Bes. When he had to share the horror that was Here Comes Honey Boo-Boo with someone... he called Bes. When he found something of interest that he had to share with someone when it was something Sigyn wasn't going to find nearly as amazing as he did... he called Bes. And when he was in the mood to shoot the shit and get drunk... he definitely called Bes. Therefore, it made sense that Bes was the first on there.
He was having his friends over today -new and old, for whatever might happen. This was just a starting point. There was music, there was booze, there was Billiards... there may or may not have been fireworks in the garage... the 'may not' applied if Sigyn had discreetly removed them...
Sigyn.
Where Sigyn had wandered off to, Loki didn't know. Part of him was disappointed. He wanted to show off. He wanted to show his beautiful, smart and exceedingly beautiful wife to his friends and he wanted to show his fun, non-psychotic or thinking-he's-going-to-end-the-world friends to his wife. Then she wouldn't have to fret and everything would be hunky dorey. Ah well. There would be another time for that he was sure.
Sitting on the arm of the couch because Sigyn wasn't there to tell him not to, music playing downstairs, and fighting the urge to smoke -because there was no way he could get away with doing that in the house and his wife not losing her shit over it, Loki shrugged at the god who had filled the void of best friend Thor had left. “Well,” he ran a hand through his hair and started to list who was coming to this... thing. “you, obviously. Hermes, of course. Mac... Manannan Mac Lir, I mean...” Just casual conversation until whoever of the others showed up... showed up.