**This has been edited by Queen0fHearts

Chapter 5

"What the hell, Bobby?!" demanded a furious Dean. Bobby sighed before throwing back the rest of his drink. He hadn't planned on having the boys find out about what he was doing, not until he was comfortable with it himself. "Now you listen here, what I did? Was get us some power to use in all this mess. Even with your fallen angel we needed more help, and I was able to get it. All he's asked from me was a few drops of blood and to say a few words at night, no real sacrifice."

Dean didn't stay to listen to Bobby, instead he stormed off into the salvage yard most likely to take his aggression out on one of the junkers Bobby had laying around. Taking off his ballcap to run a hand through his hair, Bobby sighed. "I'll talk to him when he calms down a bit. We were going to ask the trickster for help when we found him on our last hunt. I don't know if he's upset that you beat him to it or that you had to at all."

Bobby looked to Sam who seemed way too relaxed about the whole ordeal. Raising an eyebrow in question, Sam shrugged. "I get it, and though I feel guilty that you had to do it in the first place, it's not like I haven't done the same. At least you were smart enough to ask from a creature besides a demon."

Bobby nodded before speaking, his tone no longer defensive. "Pagans are just as tricky, but Loki isn't the first trickster I've run into, and the last one -though he gave me a scare- could have killed me and didn't. For something that is known for tricking people, they actually are pretty straight forward… once you understand the lesson."

Looking up at Sam, Bobby sighed again. "Loki was the only one I could think of who has tried to help you boys more than once. He was willing to let Dean go at the college, to let us all go without a trick, and even when we thought we killed him he didn't come after us for revenge. Then when you were stuck in that time loop…" Bobby watched Sam flinch slightly at the reminder. "When you were stuck, I got to thinking that it wasn't to hurt you, not really. There was a lesson there, to let Dean go… I don't know how much of this whole thing he knew about, but I bet he knew something to try and stop it."

"Do you think he's really going to help?" asked Sam, his voice not accusing but hopeful. Bobby nodded.

"Yeah, he's going to help. He was waiting for my okay before he started to look for a way to try and stop this." Sam didn't say anything for a minute, and Bobby emptied his glass before starting to roll out of the room, bottle in hand. "You two know where the bed is. I'm going to nurse this and get some shut-eye." Bobby left, wheeling his way out with the bottle of whiskey between his thighs while he used both hands to go into his room.

Half-expecting to see the trickster in his room when he opened the door, Bobby shrugged off the god's absence before making his way inside, closing the door behind him. It was a bit tricky for him to get on the bed and under the blankets, so he didn't freeze overnight. A few more moments and he had another glass poured and was sipping on it, back pressed against the headboard while he thought. There was no going back now. He had agreed to take on the role Loki had assigned him, which meant he had to work on his faith.

Bobby knew a bit about each religion. You had to when you worked as a go-to for most hunters. With one hand on his drink, Bobby picked up the book which has been sitting beside his bed. Prying it open to where he had left off, Bobby began to read on what little was known about Loki. It wasn't enough for Bobby to go from; stories about how he had tricked the other gods into something but always seemed to clean up his mess wasn't enough for Bobby to base his faith on.

"You know there are more interesting books out there. I suppose you should know who you're praying to, right? Those books only have about half the stories." Bobby should have been surprised at having someone else in his room, but he wasn't. Marking his spot in the book, Bobby turned to face the trickster who was laying at the foot of the bed on his side, head propped up with his hand. "Seriously, even the older texts don't have anything but half the truths in them. I mean according to your lore I'm supposed to be tied up by my son's entrails until Ragnarök. Yet here I am in all my glory. Makes you wonder what else they're missing, doesn't it?"

He had a point. As much as Bobby didn't want to admit it Loki being there proved that the lore would only take him so far. "Is any of this stuff even true?" asked Bobby gesturing to the book he had been reading.

Loki nodded, a soft smile on his face Bobby hadn't been expecting. "Most of it, actually. Thing is though, you can't keep me down for long, and while I got back out Odin was willing to make a trade. I use my tricks for good, and he lets my children go free." Loki shrugged then, sitting up so he could sit cross-legged on the bed. "Only reason I was going to ruin his little realm was to get them out, but he was willing to play ball after he slept on it a few years."

Catching Bobby's eye, Loki continued. "Odin may be many things, but stupid isn't one of them. I'm not someone who can be tied down for long, and he knew it would be in his best interest to let me go willingly, to strike a deal instead of waiting until I got out on my own." Loki's expression changed to smile. "Besides, what we both wanted was the same thing, our kids back. He wanted me to cry for Balder, and I wanted my kids to no longer be restricted. It was easy to ask Hel to release Balder, and once he was free they took that damn rope off Fenrir. Jörmungandr and Thor will never see eye to eye, but he's allowed to use his smaller form now to interact on both Earth and Asgard."

"You're telling me you managed to free two of the deadliest creatures out there?" asked Bobby, his eyes wide.

Loki sighed before shaking his head. "I'm telling you I got my boys out of prison. Besides, Fen and Jör are a lot different than what you're picturing. Ragnarök isn't my end game, and I have no intentions of unleashing my wrath upon Earth or Asgard. I'll have you know I kind of like this planet, and humans are amusing. You're going to have to start thinking about how you speak about me though, Singer. As my High Priest your words have power behind them, and by renouncing my children you are renouncing a part of me."

While the warning was given firmly, Bobby sighed before nodding his head. He should have known there was more to this than he had originally thought. It wasn't that he was going to change his mind. They needed Loki, and if he had freed his kids there were at least two other powerful beings who could help as well. As if reading his thoughts, and perhaps he was, Loki spoke up again while shaking his head.

"I have no problem rounding up some of the other gods. Most of us with any juice left will be willing to do what we can to protect this world and what few believers we still have… but I don't plan on asking my kids unless we can't avoid it. We'll be dealing with angels, more specifically archangels, and neither Jörmungandr or Fenrir are ones to think strategy… they're more likely to rush forward and get themselves killed. I swear sometimes all my cleverness was soaked up by Hel and Sleipnir."

Before Bobby could ask, Loki raised his hand, pointing his finger at Bobby. "Yes, Sleipnir is my son. Yes, I gave birth, and no, I do not want to talk about it." Bobby couldn't help but laugh slightly. It was the closest to a laugh he had been since he woke up in that damn hospital.

"So, I guess asking about the time you dressed in drag is out of the question too?"

Loki glared at Bobby who was grinning at the god although there was no real heat behind it. "I'll have you know I killed that outfit. Thor only wished he could have pulled it off."

Bobby noticed how Loki seemed to be unable to stop from moving while he spoke, how he waved his arms in the arm as he explained the whole ordeal and how Thor should have been thanking him for getting Mjölnir back. There was something there while Loki spoke, and while he didn't think it was much yet watching the god was something Bobby felt he could do this forever and never grow tired. When Loki let his guard down a bit and started to rant, Bobby couldn't help but become enthralled in what the god was saying. Maybe if he played his cards right, this High Priest thing wouldn't be so bad.

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