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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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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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