Disclaimer: I don't own supernatural.
Summary: The demi-gods were peaceful until Loki began to die, then he was suddenly healed, though a little stranger.
Had to write a Loki/Gabriel fic, at least from my point of view
denique: Thank you! I'm on a roll at the moment, going with it as long as I can lol
Chapter Seven
Love on Fire
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Loki and Kali spent the night together, waking after dawn to have breakfast with Kali's group.
The "upper" level of Hindu Gods in this area.
The goddess convinced Loki to join the celebrations of Prahlada with a few others, she knew he needed the chance to lighten up and better his mood.
Kali, Shiva, Vishnu, Lakshmi, Saraswati, Brahma and Ganesh were on the roof of a building, leaning on the edge and watching people parade around, singing-laughing-screaming...
And throwing colored sand at one another.
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Loki smirked as he dodged behind Rama, aiming to smack a handful of hot pink powder at Anrita. Rama was laughing loudly, gripping his stomach as he howled in delight as Loki and Anrita raced around him like a pair of naughty children.
Anrita finally tripped, falling into several mortals and their own colorful sands, and then found his face dusted with hot pink.
Loki was outright giggling by the time Anrita pulled himself out of the tangle of mortals.
Then the Hindu Trickster's skin changed back to its normal light green.
The locals gasped suddenly as he revealed his true form, many bowing to the trickster.
"Loki, that wasn't very nice..."
The Norse trickster shut up rather quickly, backing away as Anrita's eyes glowed faintly.
And Fuschia sand hit his own face.
The people laughed loud and joyfully as Anrita bellowed with mirth, Loki rolled his eyes and went back to throwing sand of the other trickster, chasing him off into the streets. The people relaxed as the gods made a nuisance of themselves, having to be dragged away by Rama when they got out of hand.
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Loki shuddered as his back throbbed, laying out on his stomach near a hot spring as he wished feverently the pain would stop.
Clothes at this point only made it worse, and he had stripped down to be in a light pair of shorts as he sprawled out on the moss covered bank.
He didn't hear anyone approach, nor did he care, his back was hurting too badly for anything other than sleep or relief from the agony to come.
And come it did...
A set of strong hands began massaging his spine, a deep groan sliding from his throat as the hands heated slightly, adding the soothing heat to their minstrations.
Loki cried out as the heel of one hand dug into a really sore point, groaning as the heat flared faintly to ease the pain away.
"Be at peace Loki, the healing flames will relax the pain and the hot springs will wash them away."
The demi-god groaned again as the hands slid lower, the pressure working the painful knots form his muscles.
"K-kali?"
"Mhm"
He sighed in relief, glad it was the somewhat comforting goddess instead of someone else.
"What pains you so? You have not done anything..."
"My back...just hurts...I don't know why..."
Kali hummed slightly, continuing to massage Loki's back until he could lean up on his elbows.
"Come, the water is waiting."
Loki forced himself to his feet, groaning as he did so before stepping into the spring, sighing loudly as the heat worked the rest of the pain away.
"Better?"
"Mhm."
Loki briefly looked over as Kali lounged in the pool, dressed in a revealing bikini as she lay on a natural shelf underwater.
He closed his eyes, soon to be dozing off as he rested against one side, head pillowed on the soft mosses bordering the hot spring.
Kali let him rest until be began twitching in his sleep, eyebrows knitting together as he shifted in pain.
The goddess moved over, letting a hand rest on his shoulder as he began to thrash faintly, still asleep.
"Loki...wake up..."
The god jerked awake, eyes flashing and breathing unsteady as he looked around, wilting in relief when he saw Kali.
"You alright?"
He nodded before ducking his head, the heat and the coloring in his cheeks telling her all she needed to know.
Kali lightly embraced him before moving his chin to meet his gaze.
"What was it?"
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Flashback
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Gabriel spun in the field, wings flaring and flashing, sword shining, armor stopping the blows that were so lucky enough to get past his defenses...
And yet he was smirking.
Michael rolled his eyes as he pulled back from his attacking, eye calculating his next move on his younger brother half to inflict damage, half to make sure he didn't hurt his much smaller sibling. Lucifer was off on the sidelines, watching pensively, their father was off somewhere, while the first and third archangel fought.
It was all practice, but Michael took it seriously to train his brothers to their utmost potential.
Even if Gabriel had a relatively unreliable and incredibly short attention span.
Michael spun to deliver a swift kick to Gabriel's leg, only to be thrown across the makeshift arena with the tawny gold wings.
"Good, very good brother."
Gabriel merely smiled, but his eyes were bright and happy, he soaked in praise as rapidly as the desert did water, anything related to fun, family, and love was the essence of his very being.
Obnoxious wailing met their ears in the middle of their practice, both fighters stopping and going over to where their father was carrying in an irritatingly loud bundle.
Gabriel tried to stretch up and peek into his father's arms, earning a laugh as He ruffled Gabriel's hair. Michael stood waiting calmly but his wings twitched anxiously.
Lucifer was the only one not that interested, watching from his bench nearby with a very faint frown on his face.
"My sons, meet your newest brother...Raphael..."
Michael was given the privilege of holding the new angel first, crouching down to let Gabriel see the little baby.
"He looks funny."
Their father laughed, hugging Gabriel, "He is different as are each of you."
Gabriel had been referring to the fact that Raphael had darker "skin" compared to them, but he took the answer diligently, shrugging and continuing to stare at the new baby.
"Luci! Com'ere! He's kinda cute."
Lucifer sighed softly, standing and looking down as Michael sat cross-legged to let Gabriel sit in his lap and hold the baby.
"Fascinating."
Michael didn't hear the faint sarcasm...
Their father didn't hear that or see the archangel's wings flare in either anger or jealousy...the two were tightly intertwined...
Only Gabriel noticed these things...and more...
Lucifer was not happy...
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Raphael's creation should have been the first clue of Lucifer's rebellious side, but anyone who looked to closely blamed it on Gabriel, the mischief filled angel.
Gabriel was the only one who saw that something wasn't right...no one would listen to him as more and more new siblings were brought home...Lucifer's eyes darkened each time until the rich brown was almost black, only the angel's grace allowing them to show a bit of true color.
The third archangel knew then...he should have done something, anyone should have done something especially Michael...
But no one did...
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End Flashback
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Loki didn't answer Kali, merely buried his face in her shoulder and sobbed, shaking as he tried to stop the pain.
Kali let him cry, one arm holding the back of his neck soothingly, the other three rubbing his back.
By the time Loki could pull away and not break down, it was late evening and the hot spring was heating more than just their relaxation levels.
The goddess let Loki pull her in for a kiss, her extra pair of arms vanishing as she let the demi-god find his own comfort for a few minutes.
And then pulled herself onto his lap, legs straddling the god's thighs...and something else...
Loki gasped, laying his cheek against her clothed chest, hugging her lovingly.
"Loki...I love you..."
The norse god smiled a little feebly before relaxing into her kissing, letting the goddess have full control to make him feel better.
Tonight...Kali was what was important, his ex-siblings didn't matter, he was a pagan.
That's what mattered
Nothing else...
Tada! Wasn't sure how I was going to end this chapter...
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