Hi since most of my stories are on hiatus, I shouldn't be starting another one, but here I am. Right now it is just about giving all of these ideas that are bouncing around in my head room to grow (Read: they need to get started before I go nuts.)
This one, I don't know what is going to happen, it is a wip that wont be updated in any sort of timely fashion. In this one you can expect a butchering of Norse myth (feel free to correct me) and names of Norse gods/goddesses (again, correction's welcome).
Thor was not in the best of moods. Their was someone/thing was after him and his family. All the signs pointed to Loki, who died eons ago. The only thing that was not like Loki was the maliciousness of all of the so-called pranks. Loki was a bit of a trickster, but he never intentionally put someone in harms way, he died saving Thor's wife, Sif, from some very pissed off frost giants (who were also Loki's cousins apparently. Go figure). Thor didn't find out until around a thousand years ago, which wasn't that long to an age old god such as himself, that Loki had actually taken Sif's place on the chopping block. Thor cursed the frost giants and their laws, by being Thor's effective family, and Thor being Sif's husband, Loki could take her place. Why they wanted her dead remained a mystery, probably some slight, while beautiful and very book smart, she was more than slightly thick when it came to other beings feelings. She liked to prove that she was smarter than others, and more often than not it actually ended up being Loki who got her out of whatever situation she found herself in.
Thor sighed. And hated jeans, why would anyone wear such contraptions, much less skinny ones?
"Thor, Thor!" Sif's voice snapped him out of his stupor.
"What?"
"The Winchesters." Sure enough the Winchesters were there, probably hunting the same thing they were.
"... Dean can you eat like a normal person?"
"Shut it, Sam. Not all of us can live off of rabbit food." Dean took another bite of his burger. "So what do we got?"
"God? Trickster? I don't know."
Okay, so Sam Winchester was not in good mood (okay, so he was pissed off). Sam was not quick to anger, if he did, every supernatural creature in the area ran. Thor, Sif, and Sigyn (Loki's wife) would have to be careful. "Why don't we ask them for help?" Sigyn suggested.
"Oh, yes, Sigyn, that is exactly what we should do." Sif was bitter. She had been ever since she found out that that Loki had been the one to save her. Before she had been very grateful to have been saved, but as soon as she found out it was Loki then all hell broke loose. It had also led to the biggest argument since Odin had pissed off not only the Frost giants, but Loki as well. Yeah, they don't talk about that time. Well, either times. It had never really been resolved and Thor and Sif hadn't seen each other since.
"Well, I don't see you coming up with anything, Bitter Bitch." Sigyn hated that Sif was pissed that Loki had saved her. Why was Sif upset? It wasn't her husband that died. She should be grateful!
"Excuse me, what do you need our help with?" they looked up and Sam was standing in front of their table, Dean behind him a few feet with a scowl on his face.