Gabriel/Loki's POV

"Loki, is this Devil the Lucifer from your dream?" Thor asks as he steers me towards one of the cars the Avengers are taking to drive to Famine's location. Apparently they have something against walking and want to take a slightly faster contraption. I happen to thing it is all slow since I fly at the speed of light, but sadly with this damn collar on, I cannot move my wings very well. They feel stiff and numb… it makes me feel as if I have some wing disease. Thank Father those don't exist.

"Of course not, Thor," I say. "If the Devil were my brother, that would make me an angel. Do I look like an angel to you? It's a different Lucifer."

"Are you lying to me, brother?" he asks.

"I'm not your brother," I snarl at him. "Quit calling me that."

"You said you aren't a frost giant," he says. "What are you really then?"

"A magical fairy of mischievous intent," I say dryly. "Does it matter what I am, Thor? I'm a Trickster, and the Trickster has tricked you."

"But if you are not really the god of mischief, chaos, and lies, then you cannot be a Trickster," he says.

The Avengers have turned to look at us, listening in on our conversation. It makes me want to smite them.

"My species has nothing to do with what I am," I say. "I have fooled you for thousands of years. The only reason you know any different is because I told you so."

"Why pretend to be something you're not?" Captain America pipes up. "Wouldn't you want to be yourself?"

"You… none of you understand," I say. "Maybe I can't be myself anymore. Maybe being what I am is dangerous. You think I would pretend to be another species for fun?"

"Loki-"

"Can we just go find Famine and most likely all die?" I snap.

The Avengers sigh. They must know they will never get the truth out of me.

They clamber into the car, Thor pulling me in with him. Stark turns on the radio and starts blasting us, which normally I would ignore, except the song he starts playing is Hey, Brother by Avicii.

Oh, come on, anything but this! I think to myself. It is not that I dislike the song; the lyrics just make me want to run back to Heaven, tell them I am alive, and beg Michael for forgiveness. Because… I love them. All of them. Michael, Lucifer, Raphael, Castiel, Balthazar, Anael, Rachel, Samandriel, Hester, Bartholomew, Uriel, Hannah, Hael, Gadreel, hell I even love Naomi and she drills into skulls.

But there is too much darkness there. Michael shoved Lucifer in Hell. All four of us archangels fought like there was no tomorrow. Father left, Raphael even thinks he is dead. Naomi has probably drilled into fledglings like Castiel and Balthazar's skulls thousands of times, some angels like Uriel are 'secretly' Lucifer supporters, Gadreel was locked in prison because he wasn't strong enough to fight off an archangel, Anael Fell…

Is it any wonder I ran away?

"So what direction?" Stark asks.

"Go left," I sigh.

AN: Okay, I know this chapter is short, but I got some pretty serious demands to update, so I did it as fast as I could. The next chapter will be much longer, promise. And don't any of you worry, because I am never abandoning this story. I've just been busy, and I know that is no excuse, but school and writing novels distracted me for a while. Next chapter will be longer. I sort of have an idea of how I want it to go, but I am worried I am going too fast, which is also part of the reason why I stopped this one here. Please, no attacking me for not updating in so long, or I will most likely go into hiding.

Also, if any of you want Supernatural feels from Goodbye Stranger, then I do have this one poem based on a song called I Know I'm a Wolf by Young Heretics focused on Castiel's feelings after the events of that episode. And if any of you have ever wanted to see the Supernatural characters in a Maleficent AU, I have a femCas/Dean AU that's called Castiel: Protector of Eden.

-DragonsintheMoonlight