Blood and Family

A Supernatural Fanfic

Disclaimer: Supernatural is a show created by Eric Kripke and shown on the CW. This a fanwork that makes no money.


Odin remembers pulling back his arm, ready to punch. Ready to fight.

Odin remembers a hand like mithril catching his own, pulling back his arm, pulling it off.

Odin remembers being ripped to shreds, his husbanded power from the taken sacrifice nothing but a guttering candle compared to the Light Bringer.

And yet…

Odin remembers the flash -He had not approved, hadn't given Kali his consent, and whatever else Loki may have been Loki was his.- and the smell of smoke. Ash.

Odin remembers laughter. Odin remembers fights. Odin remembers a brother that was not his brother, a being older than even Odin -He had known, he had not known, but that hadn't mattered for what was life without a little mystery?- and he remembers slicing open their palms and letting their blood mingle with the Earthy loam as witness.

Loki was Gabriel. Loki was an Angel.

And yet…

Loki was Loki. Loki was his brother. His to care for. To punish. To protect.

Odin remembers the achingly familiar tingle of magic, of not-quite death, that picked at his pieces and sewed them back together. Loki had always been powerful, at times scarily so, even for a trickster.

So Odin stacks the stones, and carves into the rocks, and sings chants forgotten by all but a handful as he spills his own blood -Blood calls to blood, and it was blood that they had shared so, so long ago when they grasped hands and named each other brother.- upon the altar.

Odin sings until his voice grows hoarse and tears fall from his eyes.

Has he fallen so far from what he once was?

And yet…

Wind. And Rain. And Fire. And Loki.

Odin kneels, exhausted, and pulls his newly ressurected and sleeping brother into his lap. Loki lives again. Loki is his again. "Shh." Odin soothes as confused eyes flicker open.

Loki -Or Gabriel, or Loptr, or Silvertongue, what is one more name, one more kenning to ones such as them?- cracks a tired smile. "You mad, bro?"

Odin laughs, and touches his forehead to the lost angel's. "Later, Loki."

End.