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Tweak says, "FIRE IN THE HOLE!"

gabriel puts the awesome in archangel (archtrickster) wrote in colligo_threads,
@ 2012-12-28 23:30:00

Entry tags:

emma winchester, gabriel, loki laufeyson

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."

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fulltiltdiva
2012-12-29 06:57 am UTC (link)

"Aliens were obviously the wrong tactic to take," Loki said, his voice even as he glanced over at Gabriel with a hint of a smile on his features. "Perhaps I should have a conversation with your older brother, see what sort of plan he was working on. Maybe together, our failures can become a success," All right. That was a low blow to make, especially with the reflection that had come through of exactly that history playing out here in Colligo, and Loki honestly had absolutely no intention or desire to take over anything ever again, but if Gabriel was going to poke at it, Loki was going to stab right back. And he had plenty of experience stabbing and making sure the knife twisted just right. "I'm sure we can find a happy medium between enslavement and extermination."

Loki paused, grinning at Gabriel as he stepped in front of the angel and basically force himself into the front position to get to Emma first, "But I'm pretty sure they already call that existence."

Loki's senses scanned for Emma, tensed to the presence of Angels. He knew that this bickering would probably get him and Gabriel is trouble if they kept it up like this, but he really couldn't resist taking a few shots back when he was being hit for no other reason than existing and wanting to make sure that Emma got out of this in one piece. Amazons lived long enough to survive the Angels' attack here, as far as Loki knew, but that didn't mean that they needed to have her go through the same cycle that Claire did.

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archtrickster
2012-12-29 07:30 am UTC (link)

"My brother," Gabriel said derisively, "has better sense than to work with a pagan." Sorry, Kali, baby, he thought to himself, wincing internally at the thought of her reaction to that little comment. She really was the exception though, as far as his feelings on pagans went, and he shared his family's prejudices the rest of the time. "And even if he did, I'm pretty sure we all know how that's going to end. With you impaled on your own shiny doomstick by the quietest Winchester. But, considering how you good you are at making friends...maybe that's just how you think it's supposed to go. Hint? It's not." Seriously. What was with the reject brothers and world domination. He was pretty sure he was breaking Lucifer of that habit, but it was just as annoying here.

"And that's if Claire didn't get to you first," he said cheerfully. "At least I know she'll never kill me. She likes me. We're bros. Wonder what she'd think of this little plan. I could tell her if you want. I'm good at that. Announcements were kind of my thing for a while there."

Oh good, they were there. Snapping his fingers, he sent Loki about twenty feet back and gave Emma a smile as another snap of fingers caused one of the angels to explode. "How's it going, girly?" he asked her. "Thought you could maybe use a hand." He glanced back at Loki. "Oh. Yeah. And the trumped up pagan decided to tag along. I let him. Felt bad for him. You know...those gods who really can't do much of anything...it's just embarrassing."

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ex_amazonian45
2012-12-29 07:44 am UTC (link)

While Gabriel and Loki had been busy snarking amongst themselves, Emma, meanwhile, had simply been trying to stay alive. She'd managed to get away from the ambush of Weeping Angels in the alley, at least, but she hadn't made it more than a street or two over when they'd overtaken her. It was one thing, after all, to face off against three or four of the creatures. But when ten, then eleven, and finally an entirely freaking dozen had appeared pretty much all at once? Yeah. As it was, she was grateful to even still be alive.

She was, though. Granted, she had broken her right arm in the initial struggle in the alley, and her left wrist had snapped somewhere along the way as well. Her left leg was definitely broken, just below the knee, considering the odd angle her leg was at and her total inability to put any weight on it at all. She was pretty sure several ribs were broken, too, if the fact that she couldn't breathe correctly was any indication. Not to mention the fact that she could taste the blood trying to bubble up from her presumably punctured lung, and could easily hear the wet-whistling sound coming from the same damaged organ every time she took a breath. Then, of course, there were the various scrapes, bruises, cuts, and gashes that covered the majority of her face, neck, arms, hands, and even her torso in a few places.

But, she was alive. As far as she was concerned, that was the most important thing. It was the only thing, really, that she focused on in the expanse of time between the destruction of her PDA and the arrival her unexpected, yet very much welcomed, saviors.

The fact that Gabriel immediately jumped into complaining about Loki only solidified the fact that it was definitely Gabriel. There was no swelling in her brain that was causing her to hallucinate a rescue that wasn't coming. No, the Archangel was really there to save her.

And, if the look of irritation-bording-on-livid that Loki wore was any indication, he was definitely the real deal too.

Shoving a partially destroyed stone angel off of her, where it had collapsed after she'd managed to snag a broken piece of another stone angel to beat it with, Emma drew in as steady of a breath as she could manage and replied in a slightly weak, raspy voice, "If you boys can't get along, I'm telling both of your mothers that a playdate is clearly in order."

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fulltiltdiva
2012-12-29 11:35 pm UTC (link)

Loki wanted to hurt Gabriel. He wanted to hurt the angel right now, but the second that he spotted Emma, all of that become a secondary thought. They could deal with their squabbling between them the second that the young Amazon (and them, really) were somewhere safe. Teleporting himself back the twenty feet that Gabriel had sent him back (a horrible idea not only because he had been there first, but because it left Gabriel out there to defend them both on his own), he settled in behind one of the angels that were still advancing on them and pushed a fistful of magic into it, watching as the stone solidified and slowly crumbled to dust.

"If my mother hadn't been sent back home recently, Em, that threat might actually have worked," Loki said as he clenched his hands, them glowing with magic as he backed towards Emma, trying to keep his eyes on the angels that he could see, as he lowered his hand to her shoulder, filtering healing energy into her. It wasn't his specialty so he could only manage so much, but it was better for her to be in better shape for whatever he could manage than trying to flee when she was already so battered.

"How many more are there?" Loki asked, directing his question at Gabriel, unwilling to take his eyes from the ones he could see.

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archtrickster
2012-12-31 02:35 am UTC (link)

"What are you talking about, kiddo?" Gabe said with a grin. "Loki and I get along just fine. We just have some little differences of opinion." He paused to punch through one of the angels, shattering it into pieces. "He thinks he's relevant, and I disagree." Gabriel wasn't really the sort to get very hands on, preferring to teach people lessons from a distance, but he had to admit this was kind of fun. He could see the appeal in any case. It wasn't something he would do every day of the week, but it was definitely something fun and different. Enough that he didn't bother with dispatching all the angels at once. Yes, there was the fact that he wasn't sure he even could, what with pesky rules and limits to what he could do, but that was just a little thing. Really. It was mostly the fun.

"My mother encourages my bad behavior," Gabriel said with a blithe smile. He watched as Loki attempted to heal Emma, for once not trying to upstage the god. Still, when Loki was done, he casually rested his hand on her shoulder, healing her the rest of the way with a thought. He just wanted Emma in the best shape for the rest of the fight. At Loki's question, he considered the area, tilting his head. Well, this was definitely going to be fun. Or awful. They were kind of the same thing, weren't they?

"Oh, about seventeen," he said. "No, wait. Eighteen. Well, kids. Let's get this party started."

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ex_amazonian45
2012-12-31 03:01 am UTC (link)

Even if both had managed to come up with ways to counter the "threat" she'd made, that was kind of beside the point because she hadn't made it with any intention of following through. No, it had simply been a way to deflect their attention away from snarking at one another. And, well, it had worked. Maybe not perfectly, but it was better than nothing.

Her smile grew as Loki healed her, the pain she was feeling easing quite a bit. Then Gabriel finished the job and, by the time he was done, she was already on her feet and grinning in a very predatory way. "Only eighteen?" she quipped as she heaved aside a large chunk of stone and picked up her knife. Turning her attention to one of the Weeping Angels who was still standing there, staring at her with its mouth wide open in a clear scream for others to join it, Emma tacked on in a scarily polite tone, "Excuse me, but you're standing between me and my gun. That's not a good place to be, buddy."

Then she backhanded the creature against the far wall, not even watching as it shattered into a few thousand pieces. Bending down, she picked up the shotgun her dad had given her a while back. She could still feel the weight of the shells in her jacket pocket, which meant that ammo might be a little tight but was definitely not a real issue at the moment. So, calmly loading two shells into the chambers of the gun, she glanced first to Gabriel then to Loki.

"Are you two coming or not?" she teased before turning on her heel and calmly blowing off the heads of two angels at the end of the alley.

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fulltiltdiva
2012-12-31 10:28 pm UTC (link)

Three against nearly twenty didn't seem like a very fair balance to Loki. Sure, he, Gabriel, and Emma were far more capable than the average individual, but there was still far too much potential for one of them, if not all of them, to end up getting taken by surprised by one of these creatures. As it was, the threat of losing Emma was enough to make Loki feel as though fleeing was the best strategy at the moment, but it looked as though he was being outvoted in that matter. Standing as Emma headed towards the gathering, Loki rubbed his hands together to summon up the spell that he'd used to dissolve the last Angel and keep it on his finger tips as he turned and lashed out at one Angel that had taken their concentration on the others as an opportunity to creep up towards. As if three pairs of eyes would allow one to slip through.

"Do we have a choice?" Loki asked, half meaning it but already knowing what the answer would be. He could have left if he'd really wanted to, but he was hardly going to leave Emma on her own...or let Gabriel get the full credit for the rescue. If taking on these Weeping Angels was what it took to get away without being labeled a coward or only half dedicated to someone's safety, he'd do it.

Even if he still thought getting the hell out of there before eighteen -- well, fifteen now -- turned into thirty.

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