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Warning: Child death.
Loki had been waiting for this to happen for some time. Well, not necessarily in this particular manner but something along these lines of torture. As if binding his mouth shut centuries ago hadn't taught him anything.
However, it stuns him when Váli is transformed into a ravenous wolf only to turn on his sibling and kill the boy. It's a horrifying sight. So shaken with grief and shock the liesmith doesn't realize until too late that his powers are sealed. Without the aid of his magic he is no match for the Æsir to manage an escape.
Loki can't stop them when they tear the young body apart. He can't stop them from laughing as they pull and stretch the boy's skin and muscles. Worst of all he can't stop them from using his own son's body to chain him under the venomous snake.
He fights against his bonds; tears coursing down his face for his son whose body the gods have desecrated. It isn't until the first drop of venom that he forgets one pain only to focus on another.
The pain is beyond anything he's experienced. It burns his face and boils his blood. He trembles in anguish causing the land to shake and rupture beneath him. And yet the gods still laugh at his misfortune as they leave him to suffer. The guards who watch him mock his cries until a ripple of power rings the air around them. Loki doesn't notice their silence, he is too busy screaming.
Somehow through the agony Loki feels feathers dancing across his face, carefully cradling his head. The onlookers gasp as they take in the sight of the archangel stretching pairs of many black wings over the bound god. It's the first time Loki has seen his friend reveal a part of his true self in front of others but he's too weak to tease.
Gabriel is also too distracted to comment. His rage rolls off of him when he sees the serpent; it takes less than a second to set the creature on fire. When he notices the Æsir he sets part of his Grace loose, letting it pulse violently around him. It frightens the warriors and that makes him smirk. He doesn't fear them when they raise their weapons; he is an Angel of the Lord, fear does not exist.
"Gabriel..."
It's a weak whisper but the angel hears over the torrent of his fury and bends to help Loki. When he cuts the iron it turns to flesh and it stuns him. He can feel the young soul cry within the blood as it breathes. He remembers this soul as his friend's son.
This was Loki's son.
When the god is free the angel lifts him but turns to glare at those still brave enough to face him. In a flutter of wings Gabriel flies away. He mentally vows to return to Asgard soon. Gabriel isn't known as the Angel of Death for nothing.
Edited: 10-30-2013