“escaping the labyrinth” - Friday, July 14
Author: Kyra_Maximoff ( @gay-destiel )
Artist: Slurpy Natural ( @alexiescherryslurpy )
Rating: General Audiences
Featured characters: Gabriel/Loki, Belial, Livanatha (demon)
Featured relationships: Sam Winchester/Gabriel if you squint, Background Thor/Sif (Norse Myth compliant), Thor/Balthazar but only if you count Thor pretending to be Freyja who’s pretending to marry Thrym (frost giant) who’s actually Balthazar in disguise
Length: 12,000-13,000 words
Tags: Pre-Canon, Character Study, Journey, Norse Gods
Summary: Gabriel was an Archangel of Heaven, once. Now he’s masquerading as the trickster Loki.
Throughout his journey he’s killed gods, met a brother he’d thought he’d never see again, and fought a Prince of Hell. This is the story of how he became Loki, and what he had to lose to take the God of Mischief’s throne.
Gabe smirks, looking out at the hive of activity in front of him. The humans are hurrying about their business, scuttling around in what could be the town square. As he watches, one of them rushes right past him, brushing into tendrils of his Grace. Again he feels the undeniable presence of their Father, and, on a whim, he follows the woman throughout the square. She’s carrying a small basket, filled to the brim with what he can sense as duck eggs. As he watches, she nudges a man, who turns around, dwarfing her. She smiles unsurely, and apologizes, moving along. The man scowls, and Gabe moves closer. Before anything can happen, there’s a loud snap, and the townsfolks’ eyes all shift to a precautious structure, which sways in a slight breeze. It’s silent for a second, before someone screams, and, like in some of the games the angels had liked to play, the structure shudders, and then falls. Gabe has mere seconds to react, but that’s more than enough time for his mind. He lifts his arms, feeling the glamour concealing his form slide off, and the building shudders to a stop.
In front of him, the human with the eggs looks up in awe. He considers revealing his wings, purely for dramatic flare, but chides himself,
This is bad enough. The demons’ll be here as soon as the word gets out.
Snapping a finger, the structure rights itself. He can hear cries of wonder, and a scuffling draws his attention. When he turns, they’re getting onto their knees,
Aesir, they whisper, Divine.
A God. They’re calling him a God.
And deep down, he feels something shift,