Chapter Two

Snow Angels Are Way Cooler Than Normal Ones

This is kinda linked with the first drabble, so…R&R! And thanks for following/favouriting this story!

"I thought you said they learned their lesson?" Loki asked sharply out loud, attracting some stares from nearby pedestrians. Though that might have been the fact that there was a pigeon nest in his hair. Loki couldn't be sure.

Gabriel was unruffled by the pagan god's sharp tone. Well, it's not my fault they decided to plan a full investigation on this.

Oh, it's totally your fault. Loki said darkly as he spared his breath for running. Odin, these angels were restless.

The two of them had been on the run ever since their close encounter with one of the angels they pranked. The imbecile had notified his angel buddies, and soon they had a horde chasing after them. At first it was fun, throwing them off track and glimpsing their frustration. But when Loki's shoulder had caught on fire, all the fun went out of the window.

They still think we're demons, possibly. Gabriel peered through Loki's green eyes. His eyes turned golden, thanks to Gabriel's influence.

Loki exhaled. Tell me again why you can't just blast them with your archangel mojo.

We're trying to stay a low profile. Tell me why you can't reveal that you're alive to blondie brother.

He's not my brother. Loki growled in his mind, his eyes flashing green and bristling with anger.

I'm not having this conversation with you now. Let me take control—

No! I can take care of—

Loki—

Gabriel—

The tussle resulted in them tripping, undignified, onto the cold snow that blanketed the entire city.

Cold. Gabriel drew a sharp breath.

Get up! Loki sneered. Unless you want to make a snow angel?

Gabriel glared through his closed eyelids as he quickly teleported away, leaving the angels to skid to a stop and stare at the snow angel in the endless white.

—

You could've teleported us out of there the entire time! Loki raged as they landed.

I was low on Grace.

Loki grumbled as he regained control over the vessel. Now tell me where the hell we are.

Hm…Antarctica?

Why in Asgard are we in Antarctica?

I was cold!

That was no excuse!

Look, can we just focus on getting out of here?

Loki didn't answer. He had current control over the vessel, and his eyes were staring at something in the distance.

Erm, Gabriel…we've got a situation in our hands.

Yeah? Shove off and let me see! Gabriel shoved Loki out and into their shared place of a mind.

Oh. I see what you mean. Gabriel chuckled softly. Never thought polar bears could make Loki the God of Mischief and Lies nervous!

Shut it, Gabriel. I remember the time when you saw a spider—

Aren't we getting off track here…?

Right then, the angels teleported next to them, looking around and spotting the archangel and pagan god.

Loki, Gabriel said calmly as he forced the vessel to grab an angel blade. Care to tell me why they are looking at us this way?

You dumb oaf! They're scared of the polar bear!

Oh Dad. What has Heaven become?

Heavily corrupted, if you ask me. Now, have you got a way out of this?

Nope. Just use your magic and magick us out of this darn place.

My magick is limited! Summoning all those candy bars just an hour ago took it out of me—

Well, you can't depend on me now.

That's a pickup line.

Ah, but I changed it. Which makes it mine

Gabriel, we die…

The angels were refusing to come any closer. Gabriel and Loki were trapped between the polar bear and the angels.

Suddenly, a white shape whizzed past, drizzling white snowflakes onto the angels. In an instant, they all fell onto the ground, passed out.

What, Loki asked, was that!?

My creation. Pretty cool, huh?

Yes. Snow angels are way cooler than normal angels.

You actually agree with me…extraordinary.

Of course, if you compare it with my Ice Phoenixes…

Did I mention slow updates?