Creatures
'What is that which dares to disturb me ? I have not felt anything like it this close before. I do not think Father has mentioned these strange, almost Valkyrie-like creatures to Thor and I, yet.'
Without taking his gaze from the waterfall in front of him, Loki said, "I am Loki Odinson, Prince of Asgard. Who are you, Creature ?"
The creature landed a few feet behind him as the yew branches rustled in a strong breeze. Said breeze resulted in some of the leaves swirling down to the grassy bank and into the water as the waterfall's spray misted on his face.
In a voice so soft and neutral that he couldn't identify its gender, it spoke, but its tone was arrogant. "I am Gabriel, one of God's half-angel's." Gabriel continued wonderingly, "Loki, Nordic God of Mischief and yet, somehow, you have managed to intrigue me. How ever did you do it ?"
Slowly, he deigned to half-turn, raising his black-eyebrows and smoothing his barely shoulder-length hair as he looked at the half-angel with emerald-green eyes. As its voice, Gabriel was androgynous. In its pale-skinned face its eyes briefly flashed bright-golden before they dimmed to light-grey, Gabriel looked more feminine, but felt far more masculine in magical aura. For this, he decided that Gabriel was male.
Gabriel's single pair of wings as they folded were grey, speckled with black and brown and he dressed in an all white-tunic and pants. As with his older brother Thor, Gabriel's hair was shoulder-length and rather wavy. Except that unlike Thor's, which was always blond, Gabriel's turned from light-blond to red and straight in a second.
Loki replied, "Perhaps I put a spell on you. Ah, but, wait, that would mean that I had met you before, Gabriel. I know that I would not forget you, if only because of your arrogance. You act as if I should know you just like a Midgardian." as he straightened his own dark-green, silver-belted and embroidered, tunic and smoothed his black-leather pants.
'Idiotic, short-lived creatures. Unfortunately for them, I have far better things to do with my time than ask Heimdall about what the ants are doing. Like being with Fandral.'
Gabriel snorted, "You are one to speak of arrogant creatures." while his wings flared open.
In response, Loki shrugged elegantly then asked, "Yet you find me intriguing, why is that ?"
Moonlight gleamed as Gabriel flew off without answer and then Fandral walked out of the near-by trees and up to him. His love's shorter, light-blond curls glowed against his dark-blue and silver-tunic and brown pants. Fandral's grey gaze, darker by a hair than Gabriel's, flicked up after the half-angel.
Fandral wondered, "Who was that Loki ?" in his ear before Fandral's lips brushed against his cheek.
A second passed before Loki replied, "No one of import, Fandral. Shall we admire the scenery, love ?" The latter he asked with a smirk as he knew what the likely answer would be.
His guess proved right when Fandral countered, "I would rather admire you."
Still he could feel Gabriel's presence somewhere near-by, watching. Annoyed, he shoved the half-angel into the back of his mind. Likewise, the night and the waterfall faded into the background as he turned his focus solely on Fandral.
By the time the sun had started to rise, they had long since dressed and Gabriel had long since disappeared. It was time for them to return home, the thought that he would never meet the odd half-angel Gabriel again was lovely. Of course, he had no idea how wrong he was. Their second, and final, meeting would be in very different circumstances for one of them.