So, I've fallen off the wagon and decided to make another Loki and Gabriel story, but this one will be quite a bit different. I blame I'vebeenLOKI'Dyetagain's story 'Lokitty', which gave me the idea of what would happen if Loki had escaped from Thanos?

I'm sorry in advance.

(Not really)

:I

" No, Loki." The All-father looked tired, his remaining harsh blue eye sunk in his face. His voice was weighed down by his adopted son's mistakes, his bad decisions made out of desperation.

Loki's fingers were white against the golden metal of the spear, dangling over the edge of the swirling nothing below him. His brother, the ever loyal Thor, flicked his guileless eyes towards Odin before returning to the dark haired prince hanging on by his will alone.

A will he suddenly found lacking.

His heart, long thought shriveled by those of Asgard, shattered. The sharp edges pushed out-wards, digging into his lungs, making every breath hurt like his insides had been scooped out and broken glass pressed into their empty spaces.

" Loki, no!" Thor gasped, blinking away sweat. He had seen his brother's green eyes darken, had seen the desperation on his face fade into a blank wasteland that hurt to look into. He felt his brother's, his mischievous ever grinning little brother's, grip slip, saw the pale slender hand uncoil, release his hold on his brother, on his will..

On his sanity.

Loki let himself fall, the rainbow bridge blink out of existence, Thor's anguished howl fade, the brilliant gleam of the stars, the shining leaves of Yggdrasil, stricken out by the encumbered void.

And yet, of all he could see vanish into the dark, all he could hear was;

" No, Loki."

" Hello."

Loki turned, or tried to. The void was unbreakable, the feeling of falling constant. Trying to turn was really just redirecting his attention.

" Hello?" The prince asked tentatively. Though he could not see through the pitch blackness, he had often heard the roar of distant monsters, lost between the roots of the World Tree.

" Hi! Did you get iced by your brother too?" Loki shuddered at the unseen creature's choice of words, and unfortunately good guess.

" Not by a brother," Loki replied carefully, fruitlessly searching the dark for the outline of the newcomer. " I had the misfortune of misstepping in a delicate matter." Not entirely the truth, but not an out right lie. The safest answer a trickster could give.

" Oh, so you screwed up. Are you from Asgard? I mean, that's the only place I can think of where people speak like that." The creature chatted gleefully. If said out of context, you might think they were two people talking about something as mundane as a midgardian football game.

" I have been to Asgard." Loki answered warily, offering no more of a reply then necessary. " And you hail from...?"

" Welp," The sound of someone shuffling nearby seemed to echo from everywhere at once. " I've been hanging around earth for a while. Three thousand years, 'bout."

Not human, yet of Midgard. Loki had not been there for a while, but he knew there was more then one power in the nine realms. That knowledge that he knew more of other powers then even the All-father used to make him proud, but the knowledge meant little in this place between worlds.

" Might I ask what you are?" Loki pressed. He didn't want to ask too personal of questions, since the same could be inquired of him.

" You might, doesn't mean I'd answer!" The mystery thing replied cheerfully. That seemed to be the only setting of this creature. How could it be so happy, floating through the void? Even death could not be granted here, merciful as it would be. " I can tell you my name though, I'm Gabriel!"

" I am known as Loki." Loki said, stirring up his weary pride to color his tone. There was silence for several seconds that stretched onto eternity, time had no meaning in this light-less place, before Gabriel spoke up again.

" Hey, wanna play I Spy?"

" Gabriel?" Loki called out cautiously. The rustle of fabric broke the silence.

" Yeah, Kiddo?" Gabriel yawned. Loki could here the creak of his jaw, like it had rusted from disuse.

" . . . Can you see that light?" The dark haired magic user asked, green eyes narrowing towards the offending light. It wasn't any more then a harsh glow in the distance, but after what felt like centuries of unending silence and darkness, it burned like the inside of a star.

" Uh, why do I feel the need to run away from it?" Gabriel laughed nervously. In the strengthening light, Loki could catch the outline of his figure. A short humanoid shape, shoulders set wearily and head tilted towards the glow. The gleam of shining gold from his eyes glowed slightly in the dim half-light.

" It is the only sign of light in possibly decades, and you wish to flee from it?" Loki accused him, firmly shushing the tiny voice that advised the same.

" Call it gut instinct, Lokster, but that light's bad news." Gabriel moaned, twisting uselessly in the air. One of his flailing feet scraped Loki's thigh, making the irritated god retaliate with a harsh jab to the ribs.

The light grew stronger, burning the two outcasts' sensitive eyes. It was pouring from a massive ship, made out of what looked like the black husk of an insects armored skin.

" Ewww!" Gabriel squealed, floating upside-down next to Loki. " That thing looks like Luci made it!"

Loki didn't bother with asking who Lucy was, focusing on the ship in-front of them. It was monstrous, swelling up to bloke out the vanishing void around them. Creatures swarmed around it, chitting and spitting in their own tongue. Every once and a while, one dark creature would loose it's balance and plunge, screaming, into the dark cloud hovering below them. None of the others would show any fear or regret for the fallen one, merely rushing about as if nothing happened.

" Uh, it's coming towards us.." Gabriel prodded Loki's back, golden eyes wide, not with fear, but curiosity and cation. " Should we, run away or something?"

" It matters little what we do." Loki said blankly, reaching for the small dirk he still had tucked in his scuffled and worn armor. " They have seen us."

" They?" Gabriel tugged out a glowing dagger from the sleeve of his green jacket. Loki noted, vaguely, the splash of dark red over a hole in his shirt.

Loki didn't answer, glaring up at the looming ship with nothing less then the pride of a prince of Asgard.

Even one that had let go.

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It sucks, doesn't it?

No matter! I've changed up my writing style, anyone noticed? Depending on the story, my style changes. Kind of like painting a picture with my mind. Some are bloody and detailed, down to the streaks of sweat wiping the grime and gore off a fighter's cheek, or they are bright and flashy, colorful and silly with the character's flinging their hands in the air in overacted exasperation, or like this, soft lined and water colored, showing the world a story through a slightly distant view.

I've decided on skipping the torture scenes, since I feel like it. Long story short, the get captured by the Chitauri and brought to their planet. The next chapter will start with Loki, and how he escapes. Sadly, we won't see widdle Gabe for a bit.