Update: This story was originally intended to be a oneshot, but it seems like some people have been expecting more chapters. If you'd like more, go ahead and message/follow me. I might consider continuing.

I didn't think he would do it, I really didn't. Guess that shows how far familial loyalty goes. Try diddly-squat. And, just to make it clear, the blade (mine, coincidentally) that's impaling me right now is actually really painful. Lucifer looks guilt-ridden. You know, bro, maybe - just maybe - you wouldn't feel that way if you hadn't just stabbed me.

I don't really have time for inner monologues. If I don't get the hell out of here right now, I won't be around to have one.

"Amateur hocus-pocus. Don't forget, little brother, you learned all your tricks from me."

Ah. I had forgotten that little detail. Maybe I should factor it into my plans next time. Give a guy a break, after chilling with a bunch of bloodthirsty pagan gods for millennia, you tend to forget minutiae about your bloodthirsty siblings.

Haha. Just kidding. You pretend to, but you don't.

A tear is glittering in Lucifer's eyes. It's nice to know you care, brother. Feeling the love here.

Oh, oh, oh. He's going to twist it. I am so out of here.

When I pull myself out, I don't really have a destination in mind. My brain is sort of just screaming "get out of this universe right now." So when I smash into the consciousness of one of my alternate selves, I'm not really surprised. The guy staggers a little (understandably - I'm an archangel, I'm not exactly as light as a feather).

What in Odin's name?

Sweet. I've got half the control of his body. At least I'm not a prisoner.

"Sorry, man," I tell him out loud. "I really didn't have time to think this through. Trust me, I have a good reason."

He seems pretty panicky. This is probably not an everyday occurrence for him. Well, we can go through the learning experience together.

"What are you doing in my head?" he spits at me, also out loud.

I roll my... his... geesh, this is confusing... eyes.

"Oh, stop making such a fuss."

"Loki."

"Yes?"

"Yes?"

Wow. Creepy. Two separate entities speaking at the same time with the same vocal chords isn't particularly harmonious to the ears. The man who spoke looks confused but determined. He's an interesting character. A little on the bright side by way of costume. I peer a little closer.

Hmm. It's Captain America.

I guess I know which universe I fell into now.

"It's not my fault," Loki (not me) complains.

"Oh, stop your grousing," I tell him. I'm not in the best of moods at the moment. "It's not like I had much of a choice either."

It's then that I look around and see the crowd that is kneeling around us, the people staring at us in terror and shock and confusion. My eyebrows rise in astonishment.

"What the hell are you trying to do here?"

His sullen silence confirms my suspicions. He's trying to take over this earth. Come to think of it, I sort of remember that part from the comics. I shake my head. This guy is, to put it simply, a bit insane. Honestly, I get that "conquer the world" thing, but really? You don't start by attacking people. It's counterproductive. And then I realize what he's wearing.

"Please tell me you're cosplaying as some weird anime character and these aren't your real clothes."

"They are Asgardian battle garments," he retorts.

Whatever. Basically the same thing. Come on, I didn't have to wear crappy golden horns to intimidate people. I just use my natural charm, if you get my meaning.

Captain America is talking through his com-link to someone.

"I don't know," he's saying, "Loki is behaving very oddly... he's talking to himself. I think something or someone is in his head."

Give the man a medal. No, really. He caught on pretty quickly. I like this guy.

Rock music blasts out from the aircraft that's hovering overhead (how Winchesteresque… good times). I look upwards curiously and clang. Down comes Iron Man. Welcome to the party.

"What'd I miss?"

"Not much, buddy, not much," I sigh.

I'm already tired of explaining and I've barely done any at all.

"Who are you?" asks the Captain, clearly addressing me and not my host (somehow I get the flattering impression from that word that I can be compared to a parasite).

"Loki."

I know, I could have told him my real name instead of my alias. But, hey, I'm a Trickster - or I was at some point - and there's nothing I like better than messing with people. Everyone looks suitably confused. Especially Iron Man. You know, suit-ably? Ahem, never mind. Bad pun.

"Okay," I say finally, after several minutes of silence. "I'm Gabriel. But I'm also Loki, so that was partly true. I'm just not Loki from here. And, yes, I'm in his body... actually I have control of half of it." I wave the right hand experimentally. Loki glares down balefully at the hand I'm controlling and stops its movements abruptly. "Well, that was rude. Didn't your mother teach you manners?"

"Whoever you are," Iron Man cuts in. "We have to take you in. In case you haven't noticed... uh... Gabriel, this guy's kind of in the middle of an attack on a bunch of civilians."

Ah, yes. I had noticed. This might be inconvenient.

"Okay, whatever. It's not like I'm staying here any longer than I have to."

I'm definitely not. Regardless of how cool this comic book world may turn out to be.

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