A/N: Hello there! This will be a short author's note to provide some background and disclaimers and things, so bear with me.

First of all, this is kind of a spin-off of my Supernatural fanfiction, Plan B, but you don't need to read it to enjoy this and events in Plan B are not likely to be mentioned. Second, this was supposed to be a one-shot, and I don't know what happened, but it's already about three chapters long and counting, so grab some snacks!

As far as the update schedule is concerned, I shall try to update every other week on Sunday.

And finally, disclaimer! I don't own Supernatural or Marvel in any way shape or form.

Enjoy!

Heaven dissolved into chaos when Gabriel disappeared. Overprotective archangels and admiring lower angels all were in a frenzy to find the 'golden boy' of Heaven. Their Father knew where he had gone, but he would not tell them, only offering the searchers a soft smile when they would ask. He knew where Gabriel was, there was nothing He did not know. Gabriel had run away, the first to rebel, but he would not be the last. He had left during an important meeting requiring all the angels of Heaven to attend; the best time to leave was when the streets of Heaven were empty. He slipped out the 'back door' as it were, completely unnoticed. God stood and watched as Michael barked out orders to find Gabriel, to search everywhere, even in the most unlikely of places.

"Search other worlds if you have to." Michael instructed. His voice firm, but loud with anger. "Find him!" He sent off another group to find the elusive archangel. They had no idea they would find something else entirely.

Meanwhile, in another realm, world, and land entirely, were two brothers where they were not supposed to be. One, pale and thin, with black hair slicked away from his face, sat cross legged with his hands held aloft in front of him. The other, tall and broad, with blonde hair left to fly wild stood behind him, bouncing from foot to foot excitedly. The brother who was sitting bent his fingers ever so slightly in annoyance.

"Thor, would you stop?" He snapped irritably. "It is very hard to concentrate with you bouncing around."

"Sorry, brother!" Thor boomed. He did not sound very sorry, and the other brother was frustrated by that fact alone, but Thor stilled his movements, so he allowed it to slide for the time being. "When will it be done, Loki?" Thor asked, interrupting almost five solid seconds of blissful silence. Loki flinched harshly and snarled at him, causing Thor to deflate like a scolded dog.

Loki sighed, feeling slightly guilty for dampening his brother's excitement, but it couldn't be helped. He needed complete silence and concentration for this task. Opening doors to other realms without the Bifröst, even if they were positioned at the closest point to Yggdrasil, was not easy. Loki still persisted though; his pride and his wish to please Thor were just as stubborn as the walls between worlds. Eventually he felt something, a weak spot in the area he had been working, he cheered inwardly, but was determined not to get too excited.

"Brother! Are you almost there?" Thor asked loudly, jerking Loki out of his delicate work. He readied himself to turn and scold Thor again when the hole he had been working to make suddenly tore open violently and with a bright light. The empty space created by the violent tearing caused a great sucking to occur, pulling Loki, who was closest towards it. Bright, blinding light burst out of the hole just as Loki was being pulled towards it, Thor following close behind even though he was effectively blinded by the light. There was a great screeching noise that pierced their very cores and then suddenly silence and weightlessness as both brothers were pulled into a noiseless void. Then just as suddenly as the silence, they were falling, Thor's screams of mixed terror and excitement piercing the air.

Loki found himself unable to make a sound, both shock and terror effectively gagging him as they plummeted into what looked like a heavily forested area. They did not fall for long, and soon both brothers crashed into the canopy of the forest. Loki found his voice enough to grunt each time a branch hit him on his way through the tops of the trees and to the forest floor. He was thankfully stopped from hitting the ground by a branch and some sort of vined plant tangling his legs together. Thor was not as lucky, and Loki winced when his brother hit the ground face first with a solid thud, spraying leaves and dirt and effectively silencing whatever shouting he was making before.

Loki worked at untangling himself, finding the plant that saved him a lot of pain to be some sort of climbing ivy. Suddenly, the plant seemed to have second thoughts about holding Loki aloft and he dropped to the ground on his butt with a puff of air from his lungs. He may not have hit the ground as hard as Thor, but it hurt none-the-less, and it took him a minute before he could get up again. By that time, Thor was thankfully stirring, slowly turning over and sitting up. He let out a couple of rough coughs. He recovered quickly though and was hurrying to Loki's side, who was now fully standing, observing their surroundings.

"Brother, are you unharmed?" Thor shouted, drawing Loki's attention to him. Loki looked at him blankly for a moment, before his expression turned into one of utter rage. He stood quickly, and Thor retreated, his own features morphing into one of confusion.

"What was that?!" Loki shouted. Thor was unsure if his brother was blaming him for the events that just transpired or if he was merely asking, using rage to hide his fear.

Thor put his hands up; as if that would show Loki he was not responsible for what had just transpired. "I don't know!" He exclaimed.

Loki's rage seemed to abate then, yelling at Thor, albeit satisfying, was not helping anything. "Where are we?" He asked.

"I… I don't know." Thor said again. Loki sighed, plopping himself into the dirt and leaves on the forest floor. Such an action should not be considered graceful, but Loki still made it look so. Thor sat down next to him, letting his legs slide out in front of him. He leaned over so that he could see Loki's face, which he had hidden in his hands. "Are you going to find out?" Thor asked curiously. As soon as they knew where they were, the sooner they could explore, as far as he was concerned.

"Of course." Loki said, overly annoyed by Thor's cheerful behavior despite the situation. "Give me a moment." Loki pulled his knees up and folded his legs into a cross legged position. He then placed his hands on his knees and closed his eyes, his mouth making a thin line.

Thor could not see anything happening, but he could feel a sort of vibration about Loki as his magic coursed underneath his skin, closer to the surface now that he was using it. Finally, Loki let out a breath and Thor leant in. "Brother?"

"We are on Midgard…" Loki said, haltingly and breathless. They haven't been to Midgard in at least a couple hundred years, only once with their father when he was showing them the nine realms. "Something is different though…" He continued. He wrapped his arms around himself as if he just caught a chill and Thor moved ever closer, brow furrowed in worry.

"Is something the matter?" Thor asked cautiously. He placed a hand on Loki's shoulder and found him shaking.

"There is much magic here." Loki whispered then. "Something is coming." He said louder, making to stand.

Thor stood with him and they went to swiftly make a retreat, Thor finding that to be the best option, even if it was not in his nature. However, they were suddenly surrounded by at least twenty men, all wearing strange clothes and standing in a stiff manner that the foot soldiers in Asgard stood with. Unlike the foot soldiers on Asgard, however, these men did not bow to the two Princes, instead they stood firm and glared.

Thor did not appreciate the looks they were getting, so he spoke up, pulling Loki's small frame close to him as the men closed in on them. "You will show respect to the princes of Asgard!" He said, mimicking the same phrase his father often told people who made fun of Loki or tried to pick fights with Thor. The men looked unimpressed, coming ever closer. "You do not know who you are dealing with." He warned.

"Thor, we need to run." Loki whispered into his ear. Thor shook his head, much to Loki's dismay.

"They have shown us too much disrespect." Thor declared.

Loki scoffed. "Thor, they obviously do not care who we are."

One of the men spoke up, he seemed to be the leader. He had short brown hair that was combed into a strange style neither brother had seen before on Asgard and he wore a strange uniform consisting of a white shirt with a short collar under a buttoned up, black, straight coat. He had tied around his neck, some form of sash that disappeared under the coat, but sat proudly over the shirt, the knot just below the edges of the collar. His trousers were the same color as his coat, loose and straight. Not at all like the leathers Loki and Thor wore. "Who are you?" The man asked, eyes piercing and expression stern. His voice was oddly emotionless though.

"I am Thor." Thor said proudly, standing tall. "And this is my brother, Loki." He motioned towards his brother, who looked at him as if he were insane. "We are the princes of Asgard." He then stated. "Who are you?" He asked in a prideful voice. Loki wanted to disappear at that point. Thor was going to get them killed.

"I am Michael, the general of the armies of Heaven." The man, Michael, said. "Why are you here, Thor and Loki?" He spat their names with sarcastic reverence, causing Thor to frown and wrinkle his nose. Loki spoke before he could get them into more trouble, adopting a respectful and diplomatic tone.

"We fell through a tear in the space between the branches of Yggdrisil." Loki said honestly. He was not about to tell them that he was trying to make that tear; they didn't need to know that. "We were exploring before the space was ripped open and we were pulled through." He explained. "We do not mean any harm. We will leave as soon as we can."

Thor tugged on his arm and Loki grimaced, resisting the urge to snap. "Loki, I wanted to explore!" He whispered, but not quiet enough for Michael not to hear him.

"This is hardly the time, oaf." Loki snapped back, forgoing attempting to look mature.

Thor wrinkled his nose at that and grabbed a fistful of Loki's cape. "Do not call your older brother such names!" He scolded. Loki folded his arms and turned his back to him.

"I will call you what I wish, you dullard." Loki retorted hotly. Thor's face turned a lovely shade of scarlet before he went to grab Loki by the collar, only to be slapped away and Loki grab his wrist in a firm grip. After that the two of them dissolved into name calling and pulling at each other's clothing.

Michael raised an eyebrow at their bickering and the other men with him cast glances at each other as Thor and Loki exchanged verbal blows. Finally he put an end to their squabble with a firm. "Enough."

Loki stopped, but Thor did not, ignoring Michael in favor of attempting to wrap Loki in his own cape. The result was him tearing a rather large piece off of it before Loki smacked him in the back of the head. Finally they both looked up at him. Michael's entourage of men were whispering, some of them laughing quietly to themselves. Loki frowned to hide his flush of embarrassment.

"Are you human?" Michael asked. Thor and Loki both looked at him incredulously.

"Honestly?" Loki asked. "I would assume that the expenditure of my energy is what called you here. Obviously we are not mortals." He said angrily and insulted.

"We are Æsir!" Thor says, incredulous. Michael looked as if he didn't know what that was and voiced it.

"What is an 'Æsir'?" Michael asked. He looked thoughtful for a moment before leaning over and muttering something to one of the men on his left. The man's eyes widened and he disappeared, causing Loki to jump at the suddenness of it and Thor to react violently, raising a fist.

"What did you do to him?!" Thor demanded. Loki regarded Michael cautiously.

"I have done nothing." Michael stated. "He has gone to ask Father of something." He once again adopted a thoughtful expression before grasping Thor by the arm firmly. "On second thought, you will be coming with me." He demanded.

Thor managed to break from Michael's grip and Loki grabbed him, preparing to make a run for it through the thinner part of their numbers. Loki thrust his hand out in front of them as they ran, sending off a shock wave of magical energy that knocked a few of the men into the earth. It made a big enough space that both Loki and Thor could slip through. Then Thor took over, lifting Loki off the ground and running faster than the smaller brother ever could. Thor was regretting not having taken Mjölnir with him, so he could fly.

Thor distantly heard Loki's squawks of protest and also Michael's shout for pursuit and he sped up, bouncing Loki over his shoulder, so that his arms were free. Loki took advantage of his new position to send flashes of green light off behind them, too jostled to concentrate enough for an illusion. Thor skidded and kicked up dirt when one of the men appeared in front of them, some weird blade in hand and reaching towards them. Thor thought them doomed until there was another, sudden, blinding light that caused Loki to shout. The man stumbled back and suddenly both Thor and Loki were caught up in a great wind. Thor found himself consumed by dizzying vertigo and Loki became oddly silent, presumably passed out. Then he was falling again and screaming and then landing in a body of water and then it was silent.

The Big Meeting was the day Gabriel was going to escape. Oh yeah! There was no way that this could go wrong. All his brothers would be distracted and they wouldn't notice he was gone until he was long gone. Except, it did go wrong and somehow one of the more bratty angels, what was his name? Uriel? Whatever. One of the brattier angels that had skipped the meeting had snitched on him to Raphael, who then told Michael, who then scattered the angels across Heaven and Earth searching for him before he could grab any good cover. It was at that point that he decided to go hide out on a different Earth. It wasn't that hard to open a bridge. Of course he wasn't supposed to know how, but it wasn't like anyone would know. He was searching for a good place to open a hole when he found a weak spot in the wall between worlds, a perfect place for him to just break on through. That plan quickly went down the drain too, as apparently creating paths to other worlds lets off quite a bit of energy. No sooner had he opened the portal, were the armies of Heaven upon him. He quickly escaped, but not before pulling two somethings along with him.

At first, when he had escaped, he planned to use the distraction of the hole to provide him time to make a place for himself on earth. He was, however, drawn to the two somethings he'd accidentally pulled through the hole. He followed them as they fell through the air, one screaming the whole way and the other seemingly too afraid to scream. They both looked to be human, probably adolescents, one was broad with blonde hair and the other had black hair and was much thinner. They both wore some kind of weird ass armor and capes that fluttered behind them ridiculously as they fell. He followed them until they crashed through the forest, effectively losing sight of them as they disappeared into the green of the tree tops. He was going to follow them down, but he sensed Michael coming and thought better of it. He'd keep his distance and watch.

He managed to find a good place to conceal himself just as Michael found the two poor kids he'd dragged through. They both looked a little worse for wear from the fall, and Michael was now talking to them, thoroughly antagonizing the blonde one. Michael, always the diplomatic one, except not.

He chuckled as the blonde one ranted, demanding respect. 'Yeah right.' He thought. He soon learned that their names were Thor and Loki. Well now, that sounded strangely familiar. But from where? Upon deeper thought, it came to him. Yup, he definitely recognized those names. They were gods, straight out of Norse Myth. Michael didn't seem to catch on though, staring at them blankly. Gabriel didn't expect him to. Gabriel was the one that found books and read books and wrote books, Michael was more of a soldier.

Speaking of books, the book he had read about Thor and Loki had appeared out of nowhere on a shelf in the library. Seriously, one day it wasn't there and the next day it was, so of course he had to read it. From what he could remember, Thor and Loki were the sons of Odin, who was effectively, the Norse version of his Dad. That book was fictional though, it said so on the front cover. Thor and Loki were, if anything, demigods that Vikings liked to worship when they got a little too sloshed, so why were they in the form of two weird teenagers in armor and capes arguing with his brother after falling through a portal? He shrugged inwardly. He'd find out later, because now 'Thor and Loki' were making a break for it through Michael's soldiers. The Loki kid let off some kind of powerful green force that knocked the angels off their feet and onto their asses in the dirt and then Thor was carrying him as he ran at breakneck speed through the trees. Loki screamed the whole way, demanding to be put down and unhanded and "Brother, you will release me this instant if you do not want to be castrated!" even as he shot off more blasts of green energy at their pursuers. His brothers seemed woefully unprepared for this kind of energy, which made Gabriel all the more curious.

Gabriel followed, there was no way they were going to get away, and if Michael caught them, then Gabriel would never fully know what kind of mess he'd made. Plus, imagine how pissed Michael would be when he realized Gabriel just snatched away his targets. He waited until one of the men flew in front of the two before he dashed in, making a big flashy show and scaring the crap out of the two teen gods. He then snatched both Thor and Loki up to fly. He could hear Michael shouting at him to "Get back here right now or you're in trouble!" He rolled his eyes; he was in trouble either way, so why not make the most of it?

Thor was screaming now, and squirming, and carrying him was getting really difficult because the dude weighed a ton, he really only needed one to get their story, so he dropped him. Oops? Probably not. He made sure to drop him over a pond though, so no harm done.

The other one, Loki, didn't seem to notice Thor's absence, still silent with fear radiating off of him like he was being carried off to the slaughter rather than to a remote place in Alaska. Finally, he touched down in the middle of a frozen lake about thirty miles from any civilization. It took longer than usual because of the amount of twisting a swerving and detours he had to take to shake Michael. Hopefully they wouldn't grab Thor, but if they did, oh well. He only needed one. He dropped Loki unceremoniously on the ice, who let out a string of curses in some kind of foreign language he didn't recognize. He was about to zap off to go grab a vessel, since obviously neither Thor or Loki could see him when he didn't have one, but realized the kid might try to leave if he did. He decided to leave the kid a message before he left, chuckling at the image of his frightened face.

Loki was really not having a good day, now stuck in the middle of a frozen lake somewhere very cold and very desolate. Had the light transported him to Jotunheim? He knew the light had intended to drop him here, since it left a very clear message about what it wanted him to do in the form of dozens of cracks throughout the ice of the lake that in some areas spelled "don't move." He followed their advice, wrapping his cape around himself and curling up against the frozen wind. As the sun ducked behind the horizon, the already frozen atmosphere got that much colder and as a result, quite a bit more depressing. He had no idea where Thor was and he'd been sitting out on the ice for who knows how long. If he'd been younger he would have started crying as soon as the first gust of frozen wind cut through him. Luckily, Loki was a lot stronger than that now. If anyone saw, they would surly mock him for it. Eventually, he unhooked his cape from the place it connected to his armor and pulled the fabric over his head, protecting himself from the cold wind. And then he felt it, that same presence he felt just before that strange man Michael appeared; only it was different. It felt a bit more like the light.

It was truly unsettling how the people in this realm appeared. Suddenly they were not there, and then they were. It frightened Loki every time, though he'd never admit it. The being that appeared in front of him this time was a man with an expressive face and honey colored hair and eyes. His lips were twisted upward into a cocky grin and he stood in front of Loki proudly. Loki frowned at him, ever defiant.

"Who are you?" Loki asked, he did his best to keep his voice from shaking, but it happened anyway. It was very cold out on the frozen lake, though Loki had always been rather resistant. The being did not need to know that. "Are you the one that stranded me here?!" He asked when the man continued to stare at him.

"Sorry. I forgot that people get cold." The man said simply. He walked forward and reached a hand out for Loki, which he dodged. As a result, Loki stumbled back and with a loud sickening crack, the ice gave way beneath him and he was immediately immersed in ice cold water. He could hear the man curse above him and a splash as he lunged after him. He vaguely saw the man reaching for him underneath the water and then the water was gone, and he was moving through the air at dizzying speeds that made him equal parts curious and nauseated. He was dropped somewhere warm, this time face first into a heap and the shock from the sudden change in temperatures kept him there. He saw the feet of his what should he call this person? Kidnapper? He saw the feet of his kidnapper standing in front of him. The right foot tapped twice before he spoke. "Are you going to get up?" He asked in annoyance. Loki just glared at him.

The figure kneeled in front of him. "Yo, I thought you were supposed to be a god or something." He stated, sounding disappointed. "Where's all the strength and rage?" He asked. Loki found himself very full of rage at that point, and surreptitiously placed a hand on the ground next to his kidnapper's feet. Before the kidnapper could ask what he was doing, he used his magic to shatter the earth, the dust swallowing the kidnapper as he made an odd screeching noise. Taking advantaged of his distraction, Loki staggered to his feet, still feeling numb and achy from the temperature change and dashed away from him. He continued to run through a forested area until he reached a break between the trees and a long, wide, black path. He placed his foot on it experimentally and found it to be sturdy. It was black, like tar, but his foot did not stick to it when he walked on it. Perhaps this path led somewhere? He had no other options, so he followed it.

Loki walked for a long time, relieved that his kidnapper had not caught up to him. He secretly hoped he had killed him somehow, then he would no longer be a problem. He continued walking and after a while, Loki heard a long, monotonous roaring noise that was coming from behind him and gaining in volume. He looked behind himself to see a large, metallic looking monstrosity heading straight towards him. It really wasn't that big, but it was loud and fast and Loki found himself immediately afraid of it. It continued to come towards him and started to emit a horrible continuous wailing sound. Loki jumped out of the way just in time to have it speed past him. He heard someone curse and as the vehicle sped away, he could see someone stick their hand out the window and gesture at him. There was a person inside of that contraption!

When he was finished marveling at the new machine, Loki continued walking, albeit a bit closer to the side of the path. He wondered where his kidnapper had taken Thor and if he should go back for him. Deciding against that, Loki then moved on to have his own private pity party. Why did these things always happen to him? On almost every so called 'adventure' he went on with Thor, he was either injured or left behind in some sorry excuse for a prank. This current development was a nice change in pace, though. At least Thor hadn't left him for being too slow or disagreeable.

Eventually, he found himself approaching a city, the machines that passed him on the road became more frequent, and he could hear the distant sound of even more of them. He moved farther onto the side of the road to accommodate their growing number and soon found himself walking on the dusty shoulder of the path. He spared a glance at the great city before him then and found that it looked similar to Asgard, only instead of gold, it was different earthy shades of gray and brown. About the city hung a dark gray cloud. Loki wrinkled his nose, so that's why it stunk so. One of the machines emitted another loud wailing sound, only this time it was shorter and it jerked Loki out of his thoughts. He turned his head to look at the machine. There was a man inside, with a short beard and mustache and weird, poofy hair that was cut at the nape of his neck. He also had some sort of strange, tinted lenses over his eyes.

"Hey kid, do you need a ride?" The man asked, leaning himself out the window, he flicked his lenses down and examined Loki over the top of them. Loki shook his head and backed away, not realizing how very close he was to the side of the machine. The man smiled warmly, but it really turned into a leer in Loki's eyes. "I'm not going to hurt you." He assured. Loki furrowed his brow and turned away, but then heard a pop. The door to the machine was now ajar. Loki looked up at the man and then back at the door. "Climb in, I'll give you a ride." He said invitingly.

Loki shook himself, as fascinating as the machine was, he would not allow himself to become a victim for Thor to save. "No." he insisted. He turned and continued walking down the road. To his intense dismay, the man followed him with the machine, keeping it rolling along at his pace. He turned and twisted his face into his best sneer. "Leave me alone." He demanded harshly. The man whistled for some odd reason.

"Boy, you have an attitude on you, don't you?" He said. Loki frowned and hunched his shoulders, trying to close himself off from the man. "Hey, hey, don't be like that." He sped ahead of Loki and stopped the machine a little ahead of Loki's path.

The man opened the door to the machine and quickly got out. Loki stopped where he stood and watched the man approach him with an outstretched hand and a jovial smile. "I'm Howard Stark." The man said when he was within a few feet of Loki. "I'm a science fiction writer." He explained.

Loki had no idea what this 'science fiction' business was, but he wanted no part of it. He turned to leave, opting to just ignore the overly friendly Howard Stark. "Wait!" The man in question yelped, then grabbed Loki's shoulder. "I want to talk to you!" He said.

"Why should I speak to you?" Loki demanded, wrenching his shoulder out of the man's grasp. "Do you know who I am?!" He found himself hissing.

"You look exactly the way I envisioned one of my characters!" Howard said enthusiastically. He smiled. "I thought you were a fan of mine, but obviously not. Anyway, why don't you hop in? I'll give you a ride. Wherever you want to go!" He bargained.

Loki shook his head firmly. "No. I have no time for you." The man's smile faltered and he floundered desperately.

"This guy giving you trouble?" A familiar voice asked from behind them. Loki turned to see his kidnapper standing there, smirking. He approached casually, hand in his pockets.

"Do you know him?" Howard asked, looking suspiciously at the newcomer.

"He's my kidnapper." Loki replied lamely. At that moment, the kidnapper was upon them and had a needlessly tight grip on Loki's shoulder.

"Hey! Let him go!" Howard demanded angrily, trying to pry his hand off Loki's shoulder. "You aren't taking no kid! Not while I'm around!" He yelled, scrabbling at the kidnapper's arm. The man smiled at him, soft and angelic, but then the expression morphed into a sneer.

"Do not touch me." The kidnapper said softly and dangerously. Howard found himself letting go automatically.

"Now… Loki, let's get going. I have some questions to ask you." He said dangerously, tightening his grip on Loki's shoulder before they both disappeared. Howard Stark was left alone, standing on the side of the road, having just met a character straight out of his books. When he returned to his car, he stared out of the front window distantly.

"Loki…" He whispered, running a hand over his chin. "I am so telling Steve about this when I see him!"

Thor hoisted himself out of the body of water he had been tossed into, falling heavily on the shore and panting loudly. His armor was not made for buoyancy, a fact that proved to be his downfall. He sat up, instantly noticing that Loki was not on the shore with him. "Loki?" He called. When he got no reply he removed his armor and dived back into the water. He spent about an hour diving and coming back up for air, shouting Loki's name and diving again. He didn't find Loki, above or below water, so the fiend that had grabbed them must have taken him. He gathered his armor and put it on again before rashly dashing into the surrounding forests.

"Loki!" He called once he had made sufficient progress into forest. His voice merely echoed off the trees. "Loki?!" He called again running through to a clearing. "Are you here, brother?!" He called loudly. He heard rustling and turned to see a very familiar man making his way through the forest. The very man who had tried to abduct him and his brother, Michael. Thor growled and readied himself for a battle.

"Calm yourself." Michael scolding, holding up his hands in a gesture of peace. Thor would not be fooled.

"Where is Loki? Have you taken him?" Thor demanded. "If I find that you have hurt him in any way, I will—" he was cut off by Michael.

"Please. Do what?" Michael asked. He was not mocking, just matter of fact. It irritated Thor greatly. "Besides that, we have not taken your brother, but we have an idea as to who has."

Thor's eyes widened. "Who? Tell me!" He stepped forward towards Michael threateningly. Michael did not move.

"I believe my brother has taken him. As to what purpose, I do not know." Michael explained, regarding Thor with cold eyes. "If you cooperate with us, we may both benefit." He proffered a hand to Thor. "Have we a deal?"

"Deal?" Thor glared at the offered hand, but grudgingly took it firmly. "I believe we do." As soon as he said those words he was caught up once again in a great gust of wind and soon he found himself in a handsomely decorated room, red and dark wood furniture with gold accents and several paintings upon the walls.

"Please sit, Thor." Michael prompted from his position behind a large dark desk. As soon as he complied, Michael smiled. Thor could not discern the nature of it. "Tell me about your brother and I will tell you about mine."

TBC...

As always, be sure to review and tell me what you think! The first couple of chapters are always the most nerve wracking for me, so I want to know if you like it.

Also, this is a really complex universe I've thought up, so if you have any questions and the answers aren't spoilery, I'll try to answer them and I'll clarify anything that may be super confusing at the beginning of the chapters.