Title: no less a devil
Fandom: Supernatural/Avengers movieverse
Disclaimer: not my characters; title from Sylvia Plath
Warnings: future!fic for both? I have no idea what led to this point.
Pairings: none
Rating: PG
Wordcount: 280
Point of view: third
Prompt: Gen or either Loki/Tony or Thorki is fine by me. Just. Something happens and Loki should've died or something else absolutely bad would've happened to him, Castiel saves him and Loki doesn't see why Castiel bothered.
He's alive. His eyes open and he lunges up, on his feet and knives in hand, before he realizes he should not have his knives, or his feet, or the air he's gulping down with great gasps.
"Be calmed, Loki," a soothing, soft voice says. "You are saved."
Saved? What is saved? He should be dead - he was dead. He deserved death and all the torments there.
"What are you?" he demands, turning to the man - short, small, eyes as blue as the tesseract. There are wings at the man's back, of shadow and flame, and the man smiles, tucking them away.
"I am Castiel," the man says. "You are safe."
"What do you want with me?" Loki asks, fingers clenched around the knives he shouldn't have.
"You have a grand purpose," the man says. "You should not have been in the pit. Why do you doubt me?"
"Why do I doubt you?" Loki repeats with a scoff. What a stupid question. Does this man not know who he is? What he has done? "You must want something from me," he says. "I earned every moment of pain. You pulled me out for a reason. Tell me."
The man smiles again, so sadly it aches in the place where – were Loki anyone else – he might have a heart. "Good things do happen, Loki."
Loki rolls his eyes, vanishing his knives. "Not to me," he mutters, turning away. "I'll be going now."
"I will see you again, Loki," the man says. "Be good."
Loki laughs. He's alive, he's unharmed, and all his magic is intact. Clearly, his savior has no idea who he saved.
This will be fun.