Who: Gabriel, Loki, and Emma. What: A daring rescue. Or...a snarky rescue. Where: Where Emma was fighting Weeping Angels. When: Right after this. Rating: PG-13 at least for Gabriel's mouth. Status: In-progess.
It was a little known fact that Gabriel had a soft spot the size of Hershey Park for the Winchesters. Okay, maybe it wasn't a little known fact. Really, it was more of a poorly kept secret. The worst kept secret in Colligo, right after Claire's immortality and the special policy regarding the cost of booze at the Roadhouse. And he definitely had his favorites. Gabi was right at the top of this list, by virtue of being his god-daughter and being named for him, followed by Claire, Sammy when he was around, and Emma. Most people would have left that last one off the list, but there had been a time when he'd raised her in the city, and he felt a special bond with the Amazon. Not the sort of 'in my pants' bond he had with Kali, but still. And that meant he wasn't going to let her die because of some stupid statues that had the gall to look like human representations of angels. Stupid fucking copyright infringing assholes.
So the point was, he was going to save her. And somehow, that meant working with possibly his least favorite person in the universe. Well...since Baldr wasn't around. Loki. Actual Loki. Not him in his fun, rebellious pagan phase. An actual freaking Norse Loki, with his stupid Norse hair and his stupid Norse face and his stupid antenna helmet. Who had told him that looked good? They'd been lying, that was obvious. He really freaking hated the Norse. And, no matter what Kali said, it had nothing to do with her boning Baldr. It didn't. He just hated them and their faces and their superiority and their attitudes. Their smug, superior, 'oh look at me, I'm so good and noble, hey Loki, I'm going to fuck your girlfriend now, peace'...okay, he had issues.
"Fucking Norse," he muttered to himself, then looked over at Loki. Seriously. Had nobody told this guy he looked like the sad emo, goth kid who sat in the corner and wrote angsty poetry while whining that 'nobody understands me'? Actually, thinking about what he knew of Loki, that sounded about right. Seriously, he was the only villain Gabriel could think of, other than maybe his brother, who could probably be defeated with a hug and some good old-fashioned family therapy. "Hey," he said as they approached Emma's location. "Do you sit in a corner and write angsty poetry, while whining that nobody understands you? Just curious."