Chapter One

Author's Note : Let me get this straight. Loki and Gabriel are supposed to be dead. Everyone thinks they are dead. They are, in fact, dead. But their spirits choose to inhabit the same mortal vessel, so they are stuck together. One body, two voices (inside the head. Two voices inside the head.) Loki is still a Aesir, a god, and Gabriel is still an archangel. (And please pretend, for this fanfic's sake, that Raphael is still alive, and he is thought to be only remaining archangel that isn't trapped or dead)

Bolded words are thought communication of Loki and Gabriel

A Trick A Day Keeps The Angels Away

"What do you think you are doing?" Loki demanded as he let Gabriel take control of their vessel. "Well, as you can see, I am trying to get away from those pesky angels that are convinced that we are demons because of something you had done, apparently," Gabriel said, rolling his eyes. "Now I seem like a maniac for saying things out loud to myself!"

Then talk to me telepathically, dummy, Loki grumbled.

"I'd rather say things out loud-"

"Duck! Great, let me control the vessel-"

"No! You don't know how my brothers usually capture demons!"

"I suppose you do, then." Sarcasm oozed from Loki's telepathic voice.

"As a matter of fact, I do!"

"Truce! You're gonna get us killed if we keep on arguing!"

"Wow, that's the first time you've called a truce."

"It'll be the last time if you don't fight back! Dammit, you are a freaking archangel, and there's only three angels!"

"I'm having a splitting headache right now. I can't fight! What do you think you're doing?!" Gabriel exclaimed as Loki wrestled the control of the vessel from him.

"Trying not to get us killed!"

"We can't die again, you know. We are already dead. "

"Yeah, fun fact no.1: the soul(s) in the body dies along with the body!"

"Watch it!"

"Stop talking to me!" Apparently, Loki's words surprised the angels, and they faltered for a split second, giving Gabriel and Loki time to vanish away.

"We have to make sure that doesn't happen again. My head hurts." Loki moaned out loud as he leaned on the abandoned barn doors.

"Nope, you are staying in the body. I'll just relax here, and think of something that will ward the angels away."

"Ha ha."

A slow smile crept along Gabriel's face. "Haha indeed. What do you say, Trickster?"

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"Why are you controlling now?" Loki said, crossing his arms.

"Shut up and let me focus. This thing takes a lot of concentration."

"Yeah, that'll teach them not to mess with us, right?" Loki's tone and words were snarky.

"Nope. There's a chance they won't believe it."

"Great! Absolutely great!"

"Your sarcasm is not welcome now, Loki."

"I'm glad you agree with me for once."

The two tricksters were hiding on top of the roof, invisible, waiting for the next patrol of angels to come. Their brilliant (as Gabriel puts it. Loki thinks it has zero chance of working at all.) plan involves paint bombs, flowery sketches, gauzy pink dresses and tons of sequins, sparkles and glitter.

Three angels came strutting down. Loki counted down. "Three, two, one…throw!" Gabriel threw it the moment Loki said throw, as his calculations were precise. Sure enough, that paint bomb struck the cobblestoned streets, and washed the angels in a wave of paint.

Gabriel clucked. "I thought they were trained better than this. What if that paint bomb was a real one?"

His loud voice carried easily, and the three drenched angels looked up, and glared, starting to chase them. Gabriel smiled, and as he ran, he threw endless packets of sequin, glitter and sparkles at the pursuers, covering them entirely. Inside their vessel's mind, Loki sat, satisfied, and taking pictures.

"Now comes the fun part," he shouted, and leaped off the roof. The angels spread their colourful wings, and gave chase, but he had simply disappeared.

Gabriel reappeared behind them, and taunted them about their slowness and rather rainbowish attire. The angels backed him into a corner, and just as they reached out, he disappeared, and the angels fell into the trap he made, which lead to an almost empty room. Key word on almost. There were three pink, flouncy, gauzy dresses, and whilst Loki took control and knocked them out with a swirling ball of green magic, Gabriel snapped his fingers, and the dresses appeared on the angels, replacing their suits. Gabriel clicked his tongue disapprovingly. "Really, I'd thought they'd have more taste," he said, and ripped the angels' original clothing into pieces.

Then, applying lipstick and drawing flowery tattoos on their arms, Gabriel stepped back to admire his work.

"Last touch," Loki said as he took control. He murmured a spell that made the dress impossible to take off, until a few days later. Taking another picture (he had an obsession with cameras lately), he stuck on some five inch heels, and the two of them disappeared with a swirl of magic.

The angels later learned their lesson about not messing with Loki and Gabriel, and the archangel got to say,"I told you so,".

Chapter One finished! Huzzah! I did enjoy it immensely.