AN: Midterms kicked my ass. That is my reasoning behind not updating. And I wrote that part over break. So, the new excuse is that projects are kicking my ass.

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Coulson was a good man. Sure, he had done some questionable things in his lifetime, both at SHIELD and during his decade as a hunter. Lillian was kind of strict about the life. Speaking of, he really should see Eileen sometime soon. Maybe he could swipe some of the hearing aids they used for Clint and give them to her for Christmas. She'd like that.

Anyway, Coulson's questionable morals aside, he really was a good person. If he'd dropped dead at that moment, he would've had a golden ticket into his own personal heaven filled with Captain America memorabilia, pictures of his beloved late cousin, and probably copious amounts of alcohol. And strippers. Strippers were good. Lots and lots of strippers. You get the point.

Well, actually, you don't. The point is that Coulson being a good person was the only reason he hadn't pulled out his gun and shot the dumbass who was screaming like an idiot about how the world was ending.

Okay, so the world kind of was, but that doesn't give you the excuse to act like a chicken reacting to its head being cut off. (Come and get me fine bros I fucking dare you)

Coulson sighed. This day just kept getting better and better. At least after the meeting he could go home to his puppy. Stevie probably missed him.

"Wow, I must say I'm impressed. I would've killed that dude an hour ago just to get him to shut up. You, sir, have the patience of a saint. And that means alot coming from me."

Coulson didn't think twice before stabbing the intruder with a silver knife in where he guessed their heart to be. The intruder was dressed in black converse, blue jeans and a black hoodie that had odd words written in some strange language that he couldn't understand… Nyedhot loli kontol(1)? He had long black hair which was braided over his right shoulder, and he was looking down calmly at the knife in his chest.

"Considering the last time we met, I probably deserved that."

The intruder looked up and the first thing Coulson noticed were his eyes. They looked like they were made of molten gold. The second thing he noticed was exactly who he was looking at.

"Loki?!"

"Correct! You win nothing!"

Coulson turned around to call for backup…

And they hadn't moved.

Literally.

They were frozen in time.

"Terribly sorry about that. These are delicate matters, and since that guy was already flipping his shit… Well I thought it best if they took a little time out."

Another thing to understand about Coulson was that he was not stupid. This was definitely Loki, just… Not. Same height. Same cheekbones. Same black hair. Same almost but not quite British accent. Everything physically was the same… Except for the eyes and new choice of hairstyle. And yet, at the same time, everything had changed.

He highly doubted that Loki would ever be caught dead wearing clothes like these. Jeans and a hoodie? On the would be king? Just didn't add up. His hair looked a little longer than it had the last time themed seen him. Then again, they hadn't gotten a good look at him in months, so it might be natural. The main thing wa the braid. That was new. And it looked a little sloppy, almost as though Loki had done it absent mindedly without looking at a mirror. Coulson doubted Loki would tolerate his hair being anything but perfection.

And then, there were the eyes.

Last time Coulson had seen them, they were blue and filled with malice as the trickster stabbed him through the chest. Not, they were gold and laughing, with an undertone of exhaustion.

So, either Loki wasn't who he thought he was, or this wasn't Loki.

"Oh, don't worry, I am the obey out call Loki."

"The one I call Loki?"

"Yeppers. I'll fill you in on a secret Philly Cheesesteak, my real name's Gabriel. And it looks like we've got a common goal."

Coulson could do nothing but blink in shock at the man who was apparently unaffected by the silver knife still in his chest.

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Frigga was confused.

On one hand, Loki had begun Ragnarok, and must die.

On the other, he was still her son.

And there were a lot of things she couldn't get out of her head.

Such as the fact that the Norns had never actually said the name of either Loki or Ragnarok when they warned her. All they had said was that the end of times had begun. Or the fact that motherly instinct told her that something was very, very wrong with this situation.

Or maybe it was the vision of Loki lifting Mjolnir. Which if fulfilled could prove Loki a hero.

Just maybe.

Frigga sighed. She knew she could tell her husband nothing of her suspicions. He had considered Loki a toll from the moment he laid eyes on the small Jotun child. He considered himself superior to the child.

So why did Frigga have a sneaking suspicion right that her husband was wrong?

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"Luci?"

Lucifer hummed as he ran his fingers through his beloved little brothers obsidian hair.

"Where is father?"

Lucifer paused for a brief moment, trying to decide if his little brother was ready to know that their father was never really around. No, the Morning Star decided, he was not.

"I'm sure that he's just busy, Sethetik Saludur."(2)

"He's been busy for a century. When will he not be busy?"

Lucifer sighed.

"I don't know Sethetik Emas."(3) One day"

"How can you be sure?"

"Because I have faith in our father."

"Well I don't."

Lucifer frowned. That could be a problem.

"Well then have faith in me."

"Done."

Lucifer wasn't sure if he should be upset over Gabriel's lack of faith in their father, or overjoyed over his immediate faith in him.

"Then if you have faith in me, and I say to have faith in our father, then shouldn't you have faith in Him?"

Gabriel tilted his head, considering for a moment.

"I… I guess that makes sense…"

Lucifer nodded.

"Just trust me, Gendhaken.(4)"

"Okay."

Lucifer stood up, gently pulling the immaculate braid he had made out of Gabriel's hair to hang over his right shoulder as he did so. He smiled at his young charge.

"Would I ever betray you?"

Gabriel grinned.

"Never."

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(1): suck my loli dick. (I felt like this is something Gabriel would have on a hoodie in enochian for shits and giggles)

(2) little brother

(3) little gold

(4) sweetheart

Yes, I changed Gabriel's style, but I didn't think spn's version would suit Loki, or Loki's armor would suit Gabriel's personality. So, I give him that. And yes, he's been wearing that since after TV Land, I just forgot to mention it before now.

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