Written for a friend.
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Chapter 1: Angrier bigger brother
Samandriel's POV:
It had been 3 weeks since Crowley had started with the torture and Samandriel had retreated to the back of his mind with the belief it would never stop. Alfie's cries of pain had long since faded and he suspected the worst.
2 weeks ago he'd called for help from anyone who'd listen, Castiel, the Winchester's, hell even Gabriel and Michael despite knowing they wouldn't answer or even acknowledge him. But since then he'd given up, it's not like Heaven would except him back anyway, he'd said too much about everything already.
He was brought break to reality by a searing pain in the centre of his forehead and he released a scream of pain louder than he thought he could manage at this point.
In front of him he could see Crowley crouched, blooded apron adorning his suit. Through a haze of pain he could hear Alfie's heart beat loud and clear. He wasn't sure if this was a good thing.
"Tell me what you know about the Tablets?!"
It's the same question every time, nothing different, nothing has changed, he always asks, 'what do you know about the Tablets?' and 'Tell me about their uses'. But he can give no answer.
"I don't anything," he whispered meekly for even the smallest of sounds felt grating to his throat.
Crowley smiled cruelly and stepped back; he picked up Samandriel's angel blade and twirled it around threateningly. "You're lying to me, are you aware that's a sin Angel-face?"
Samandriel shuddered and desperately wished he could sink into the chair, away from his blade, away from Crowley and away from the pain. But alas the chair would not give and he found Crowley coming ever closer…
Gabriel's POV:
Gabriel had been subject to Samandriel's pleas for help for few weeks now, but try as he might he couldn't locate his younger brother. So, he did something he never thought he'd do and went to the Avengers Tower for help. Of course that meant actually talking to the Avengers, who Gabe was pretty sure wanted to kill him - No torture him then kill him. Regardless he needed their help or rather Samandriel need their help immediately.
He flew himself to the tower living room and was immediately shot in the chest. Looking up he saw Natasha stood, smoking gun trained on his torso. He barely had time to react before an arrow was lodged in his forehead. Blinking calmly he surveyed the damage done to his vessel.
"Well, that was rude, I'm not surprised people leave as soon as they arrive if that's how you treat your guests," by the end of his statement the rest of the present avengers were stood and ready for battle.
Observing them carefully he raised an unimpressed eyebrow, then with a slender hand he grabbed the arrow shaft and in one quick tug removed it from his forehead.
He watched in mild amusement as they winced at the squelching sound and displaced shocked faces as the skin around his wound closed leaving no trace of it other than the blood. Quickly and cleanly he then proceeded to remove the bullet his chest, he watched as it copied his head wound and healed quickly.
"Oh God does this mean we have an immortal maniac?" Tony exclaimed. Clint perked up at this statement and not missing a beat he asked if he could shoot Loki again.
Gabriel sighed and wondered if these insufferable children really were his only hope at saving Samandriel.
"It is possible that you could shoot me again, but it would advise you against this move as I'm not in a forgiving mood," he replied curtly and watched as Clint lowered his bow looking a little too disappointed for his liking.
Just as he was about to comment Thor strutted in with a cup of coffee in hand.
"Hey Gabriel," he said in an off-handed manor before his eyes widened and he slapped a huge hand over is even bigger mouth. Gabriel sighed in not quite frustration but definitely annoyance.
"Well, that stayed quite a long time didn't it brother?" it was more of a statement than a question.
Thor looked around the present Avengers which consisted of Steve, Tony, Bruce, Clint and Natasha. He tried to back out of the room but found Gabriel in his way.
"Oops," he muttered quietly and watched as Loki's form began shift. He shrank to a mere 5'8", his hair changed into a dark ginger and his face lost its sternness. With a shared grin the both turned to face the others in the room.
Tony opened his mouth to speak only to be immediately cut off by Thor.
"What brings you here brother?" he asked with a concerned face.
Gabriel sucked in an unneeded breath (after all angels don't breathe) and began to explain the situation.
"One of my brothers is in serious trouble, he has been calling out to me but I can't find him. I think whoever has him has warded the building against angels," he turned to Thor. "You have to help me find him, he's the youngest of my brothers and he's been missing for over 3 weeks now and I don't think his grace can hold much longer." He turned away from Thor with his eyes shining from unshed tears.
Looking down into his brothers eyes which he noted had morphed from poison green to his natural soft amber. "Of course I will help you Gabriel and I'm sure the others will be glad to help you as well," he responded with equal remorse.
"Wait a minute," Steve interrupted. "Why should we trust you?"
Gabriel groaned in frustration. "Look we really don't have time for this, so I'll keep it short. Me Archangel Gabriel, little baby brother angel being tortured and is dying. You will help angry big brother or you all get to meet angry big brothers angrier bigger brother."
All but Thor looked patronised and insulted at his attitude. Despite his rudeness Steve still had questions.
"If you're this 'Gabriel' character," he began slowly as if he were working it out as he went along. "Then why pretend to be Loki?" he asked cautiously.
Gabriel sighed again he was doing that a lot lately. "OKAY," he shouted startling them into life again. "I get it you don't understand the whole Archangel – Pagan thing. I was Loki in MY universe, then Luci stabbed me which killed me and I came here. I needed a not so obvious name so I chose Loki and reembraced my pagan side. If I hadn't have been here there'd have been no Loki. Me here = Loki, me not here = no Loki. Listen," he put his hand up before anyone could interrupt again. "I know you have questions, hell I would, but we don't have time for them so if you can keep your cake holes shut until we get my brother you can ask all the questions you like. Capisce?"
Steve frowned but nodded unsure how to respond.
Loki – now – Gabriel clapped his hands. "Great so I need you," he points to Tony and Bruce. "To run a search for abnormal energy signals in the last 3 weeks, and you, Natasha and Clint to help me with my plan and finally Thor I need you to get as much salt, holy oil and hex bags as possible also those bullets I made along with that knife I gave you," he ordered his smirk replaced by a serious face.
Only Thor reacted to his instructions. He immediately walked out the room to look for the items on the list Gabriel provided. Tony and Bruce hesitated to search, instead looking to Steve their unofficial leader. He nodded slowly and a look of 'don't anger him'.
However, Natasha and Clint looked far from happy about being ordered by 'Loki'. Their eyes shut off from emotion and they stood in a defensive stance. "Why should we follow your orders," Clint questioned in a rough voice.
The ex-trickster paused from getting out a pre-drawn plan and looked up sharply. There was no fun in his face.
"Why should you help me? You should help me because I am the only reason you're a team because I would return the favour. If you don't want to help me help an innocent boy! Listen my brother is but a child, he's in pain and if he dies because you wasted time now there will be hell to pay. You think you've seen what I can do; New York was just a hint as to what I can do. You think you won, I let you win! I wasn't even trying to fight you, if I'd have been trying you'd have been dead the first time saw me! You think Thor is scary when he's not a happy camper, you have not met me angry. So if you don't want a one way ticket to hell I recommend YOU DO AS I SAY," he was shouting by the end and he saw them flinch as a small hint of his true voice broke through in his uncontrolled anger.
Quickly regaining his control he stepped back even though he didn't remember walking forward. Keeping eye contact with them both he brought out he brought out the plan and 2 small knives he'd pinched from Heavens armoury. Brining his arms round he threw them handle first at the spies who caught them with refined reflexes. In a mirror movement they looked stunned at the gift and raised equally confused eyebrows.
Sighing Gabriel explained about them needing protection if they're we're going to rescue Samandriel from the demons who had him. He then turned around and dragged Steve to a table where he laid down the plan he had.
He was going to get his brother back even if it killed him.
Which it probably would.
Well? do i need to continue?