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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

"First, Show me in the Bible where it says you can save someone's soul by annoying the hell out of them. " Chuck Holten


Chapter Nine

Lokasenna

Much of the dialogue near the middle to the end is from the actual "Lokasenna" poem

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Bonaire, 985 AD

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Loki sighed softly as he dozed on his heavily padded hammock strung up along the trees bordering a rock outcropping, these formations overlooked a quiet bay from which Loki had recently com out of after a swim.

Thor was throwing a fit over something, so the trickster had bugged out of the Eastern Hemisphere to avoid him, and the temperamental Kali who was bored with his antics.

Oh well...he could go it alone...

Night was falling, the sunset hadn't really caught his attention, he'd been asleep for most of it, the last lingering glows flashing across the quiet ocean before disappearing as the stars took over. The sky may have been black to mortals, but Loki could see the range of indigo, purple, blue, and even little streaks of red among the numerous stars.

Something was beginning to bother the pagan, but he couldn't figure it out...

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As the night slowly wore on, Loki slept, breathing deeply as the stars suddenly began to fade...

The trickster awoke with a start, groaning faintly until he rolled to look up at the sky before jerking upright.

The sudden motion sent him tumbling from the hammock, scrambling to his feet to run out onto the open beach and stare at the sky.

Lightning without clouds flashed over the stars, thunder rumbling without signs of rain...

For hours the sky seemed to battle with itself, Loki...along with any other pagan gods watching the horror, was drawn to tears at the sight of this disaster.

Then the stars began to fall.

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Loki was speechless, motionless, unbelieving as first only a few and then a few down, then a few hundred...then...he couldn't count them...

The stars seemed to collapse from the skies, shooting down with long trails of light streaking behind them.

Loki screamed.

Not just at the bad omen, but at the knowledge of what those stars truly represented...

Angels

Power surged under his core, flowing to his fingertips to suddenly be released.

Sand flew everywhere, fires ripping out over the waters that now churned and boiled.

The wind picked up and began spinning around and around, forming a catastrophic tornado.

With Loki at its center.

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Baldur had come to love the "new" Loki, he was like a brother...

But when he suddenly created a monster of a weather disaster, Odin was not happy.

Baldur became the sacrificial goat to go and calm him down.

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Loki's gaze was locked on the sky, the stars still falling even in broad daylight,

How he could see through the wall of sand and water swirling around him, Baldur had no idea.

"Loki! Brother! Cease this foolishness, it's just a bunch of angels messing around, happens every few centuries...C'mon! Stop this!"

Loki didn't answer, merely screamed in rage as he drove the tornado higher, encasing both him and Baldur in one of the worst places on earth.

"Brother! Please!"

"I...can't..."

Baldur had to hold a hand to his face to block the sand hitting it, his eyes were having trouble seeing Loki only a few feet away.

"Stop this! Let's go home!"

"Home..."

Baldur thought he had gotten Loki's attention...

Thought he had managed to get him to see sense...

Thought Loki would calm down and they would be fine...

He never expected Loki to turn and slam a stake into his heart.

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"N-n-nooo..."

The last thing Baldur saw were Loki's dull eyes, shocked and in pain...

"Baldur? Oh man...it was an accident...c'mon...wake up..."

He didn't move.

"Baldur-Baldur, stop messin' around!"

Nothing

"Baldur! No! Wake up! Wake-"

"Loki!"

The trickster turned, tears running down his face as Odin stared at him, and Baldur's limp body in his arms.

"How..."

"Odin...please...sir...don't...it-"

"Enough, you will return to Asgard and deliver Baldur to his wife and son, you will be dealt with from there..."

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Odin left after a moment, leaving Loki cradling the going cold body of Baldur as he rocked back and forth, sobbing into his friend's chest.

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Loki arrived in the woods outside of Asgard, having just presented Baldur to his wife and son, Nanna had back handed him across the face, leaving a scratch across one cheek.

Eldir, the hall fire tender, was waiting for Loki, looking unhappy at his arrival.

"You shouldn't have come, the gods are angry at you..."

"Oh boohoo...they're stuck up pricks as it is."

He shook his head, "You don't understand, they want to kill you, they are at peace right now, you will only mix their mead with hatred and malice."

Loki just shrugged, brushing past the servant and making to enter, hand on the door.

"If you pour shouting and fighting onto the gods...they shall wipe up the mess upon you!"

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The trickster didn't turn to watch Eldir as he left, waiting until his footsteps were long gone before stepping into the hall.

The gods were silent.


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