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Who: Loki and... whoever wants to join in!
Broadcast: Fleetwide
Action: Down on the planet, drunken shenanigans
When: December 22

[Video]

[Loki is down on the planet already, at one of the more rustic settlements where there are glacial ridges and tall moraines. He... doesn't look like he's dressed sufficiently for the cold but, you know. Better not to ask sometimes.]

Whether 'tis true or not here, where I come from, it is the Solstice and I shall celebrate it.

Anyone who wishes may join me. Do not forget your sacrifice to honor the old year.

I shall provide fortified wine.

[A brief, very promising grin.]

Those who fall shall be left to sleep where they lie.

[Video ends with a coordinate tag for the location.]

[Action]

[He's paid for a small cabin for the night that's been mostly emptied of furniture, and there's a big bonfire outside for more party purposes. Barrels of wine that have been magically fortified--drink with caution--are there for anyone's use. There's also a bit of the local food, though nothing that exciting; the alcohol is really the main show here.

Near the bonfire, there's a pole set up with paper and tacks, where people can write down wishes and confessions to be taken away by the wind. Loki starts off the party by throwing the horns of one of the game animals into the fire as a sacrifice.

There's music, traditional stuff of Asgard, provided by Loki via magic. Dancing is definitely a thing that happens if Loki is around. He never gets tired of that and never seems to get all that drunk.

As the night progresses, depending on how readily the alcohol flows, there might be a "raid" into the town, which mostly means singing extremely dirty songs while running through the streets, with a potential for some serious nudity. If things get even sillier than that (vandalism is always fun), trust that Loki will be egging you on.

At dawn, those still standing will be dragged up to the top of one of the ridges, where a large wheel (~20ft diameter) made of combustible local materials has been set up. To welcome the sun back, the wheel gets set on fire and rolled down the ridge until it explodes in a shower of sparks and debris.]

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[Rogue is there, bundled up to the nines, though these types of parties Really Are Not Her Thing. She doesn't drink much of the magically fortified wine (though she does lay up some for tomorrow night) and though she doesn't particularly enjoy dancing, she can occasionally be found on the floor if only to warm up.

She'll approach the fire with her wish and her sacrifice (blood will always suffice) and then later be found manning the food tables.

She may approach strangers to try to encourage them to get into the cabin and thaw out for a little while, and she'll make her escape to go to sleep at some point only to reappear for the fire wheel explosion at dawn.]

[Well, she'd better be planning to dance with Loki, at least. Because that's what he does. So there he is by her side, just like he's appeared there, to relieve her of her glass.]

I'll be claiming this dance so long as the lady has no other plans.

At his sudden appearance and the equally sudden smooth removal of her glass, Rogue blinked up at Loki, mildly startled. Then she grinned, "Well, I was waitin' on someone tall, dark, an' handsome ta come sweep me off my feet..."

She dropped her gaze and took a leisurely tour from his toes back to his eyes, smiling cheekily at him. "I guess you'll do."

Loki laughed and leaned over to steal a quick kiss. "Mmm, what is that expression. You snooze, you lose? Too late, I shall whisk you away and ravish you with none the wiser." He took one of her hands.

Smiling, Rogue leaned into his kiss and gave him her hand. "Oh, is that what ya think?"

She smiled at him and squeezed his hand, "Let's go dance."

Because, yeah, she was more than willing to dance with him, since it was, in fact, him. She was so glad to be with him again and on this day of all others, when he was so happy, and she was so glad to be with him.

"Would I ever say something to you I did not think?" He winked at her. While he might say such things in jest, it was only when he knew they both understood it was so.

He led her toward the dance space. "I've a mind to teach you a dance tonight, if you like. My mother's favorite."

A familiar shiver of nerves skated down her spine and wrapped its fist around its base. She did her best not to let it show, focusing instead on the feel of his hand in hers, the brisk air around them, the sound of the music, and the fact that he wanted to share something special with her.

And bringing his mother into it... that was just low. She smiled at him and shook her head a little. "You know what?" she squeezed his hand, looking up at him. "I think I'd like that a lot."

Loki grinned. It was a dance enough unlike what the humans of Rogue's time generally did that he thought she'd find it a bit easier for her peace of mind as well. Not close and sexy, but something fun, with the footwork not too difficult to learn on the fly. "I hope you like to be turned in circles," he teased.

"Depends who's turnin' me," she teased back, though that was absolutely the truth.

He'd be right about teaching her something fun and not too close as something that she might even enjoy. He'd find that she relaxed a little as he began, once she got the general idea.

"Only the best," he said.

Rogue had always been a good student when it came to this sort of thing; she had a sense of rhythm and knew the movement of her own body. Loki greatly enjoyed the process of teaching her.

This was... probably the first time in a really long time that Rogue actually enjoyed the process of dancing. There was laughter and mistakes along the way, but in the end she actually felt like she was dancing. With him.

"This is nice," she said, smiling up at him.

Loki grinned. "I am glad you agree on that point." Rogue was quite good at dancing when she relaxed--and it was one of his favorite things to do. "Mother taught me this dance herself, so I thought I should teach you."

Rogue wasn't entirely sure at the connection there - why did he want to teach her because Frigga taught him? He surely wasn't feeling maternal. ...probably, she was overthinking this. It was something he loved taught to him by someone he loved, and he wanted to share it with her, and there was enough in that.

She didn't want to ask him to clarify, because talking about his mother could get... difficult, and he was smiling right now.

"I'm glad ya decided to share it with me," she said. Then she grinned, "I thought I was just gonna have ta stand out here an' freeze."

It really wasn't more complicated than that; it had been something important to his mother, and therefore important to him now, so of course he wanted to share it with the one person who he did deem important here. Spreading Frigga's memory beyond Asgard was likewise of great import.

"Never. You know you've always got a ready volunteer to warm you up." Even if his body temperature was a bit to the low side naturally.

Spinning as the steps called for it, Rogue grinned and glanced up at him, "Don't think that'd rightly be appropriate in such a settin'. Unless there was a whole orgy part ta this celebration I've been missin' all these years."

"Well, perhaps in some quarters when there's been sufficient mead," he says, teasingly. "But I cannot say I like the others here so much. Only you."

"An orgy just with me?" Rogue shook her head, smiling. "I think you're overestimatin' me. I haven't absorbed anyone who does multiples recently."

An innocent look to go with planting that thought in his head.

"Recently," he nearly purred. "Though you do know, I've my full magics here." So he could mimic that sort of effect...

...oh my. Rogue missed a step and awkwardly recovered, laughing as she did so. Yes, he still had the power to fluster her, it seemed.

"Can see how that'd be an orgy for me, but this ain't my holiday."

He laughed and made the stumble a part of the dance; as good as he was at it, he could cover for mistakes. "But 'tis my holiday I'm sharing with you," he teased.

"Sounds like you're interested in sharin' more than your holiday with me," muttered, not quite looking at him, although she was smiling a little at him.

"I like to share most things with you, do I not?" He covertly nuzzled her ear, a brief brush of his lips. Because of anyone, she was safe to share those silly things with.

[And so they danced and flirted and Loki got roaring drunk and Rogue helped him home, nursed him through the hangover, and then left him alone to go to her own Christmas Eve party.

The end.]

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