Disclaimer: I don't own Buffy the Vampire Slayer or Supernatural or Avengers/Thor.
Spoilers for: At least up to the sixth season of Buffy, The fifth of Supernatural and Thor: The Dark World.
This is one weird little crossover.
Loki put on the armor of the warrior he had slain nearly as quickly as he had taken on his form. The others would be back around soon enough and he had to be ready. Once he integrated back into the group then it was a simple matter of getting to Asgard and meeting face to face with his F- No, Odin. He had no father, he was no one's son. He turned to go search for the group when there was suddenly an unarmored man in front of him.
Loki frowned as the man seemed surprised about where he was...and also he appeared to be Midgardian. He was not dressed in armor as the Aesir normally were, and the dark elves were visually distinctive so he was obviously not one of those either. His clothes were similar to what he remembered those on Midgard wearing. The blue material he vaguely remembered called jeans covered the man's legs and he was wearing a blue soft thing on top. The man's hair was dark almost as dark as his own he noted. The stranger barely seemed to notice him and instead was taking in the realm. He looked panicked but at the same time also angry.
"Gabriel! Where am I? Who is this dude? What am I doing here?"
"Your job bucko." Loki flipped around as he hadn't heard anything, it wasn't possible. It was difficult to sneak up on him on even terrain, in the rough terrain of Svartalfheim. it was nigh impossible. The newcomer was a man who appeared to be Midgardian as well...at least at first glance. There was a power he sensed from the man, a power far superior to his own. The Midgardian didn't appear to understand the vastness of the power of the being as he spoke to him angrily.
"I told you, I'm not some villain whisperer. I did it once and the only reason it worked was A. Willow isn't actually evil, she was just grieving and B because I had known her for more than five seconds!"
"You say that now but you managed to talk my brother around." The dark haired stranger's eyes took on a distant look.
"I can't believe I comforted the devil," he muttered so softly Loki wasn't sure that he heard him right.
"Well you did and the whole planet, and parts of heaven and hell thank you for it. Now just-" The powerful being he could surmise was Gabriel motioned to him. Loki fought to urge to back away from him at the gesture. He was not a coward, nor would he let himself be swayed from the path he had chosen for himself...it was too late anyways. The dark-haired Midgardian looked at him, still looking quite angry but also as if he were looking for something more...so, of course, Loki closed any and every emotion from his face.
"Oh this is should be fun," Gabriel said crossing his arms and leaning against the wall behind him, grinning like a madman. Wait...they were in the middle of Svartalfheim. How was there a wall there at all? His eyes quickly flitted around...and around as he found himself somewhere completely different. It was a room with no doors leading in or out. He was trapped...in here with the two strangers who seemed to have plans for him. He did his best not to show any of his unease to the other occupants in the room. The dark-haired man sighed in exasperation after also taking a look at their new surroundings.
"Alright, but I swear this is the last one. I've gotta get home before the girls start to worry."
"I told you, Xander, I can take you back right to the moment we left, they're not worried about you. They won't even know that you're gone. Besides, like all the others, it comes with a reward." Xander's fingers trailed up the side of his face and touched the area around one of his eyes for a few moments before exhaling deeply and dropping the hand to his side.
"Alright fine, but I promise nothing." Gabriel simply smiled in response and that smile sent chills up his spine.
