In Times of Trouble
A Thor, Supernatural Crossover
"Be just and if you can't be just, be arbitrary."
-William S. Burroughs
He could have broken each treat down to it's basic elements and found no difference between that which his grace shaped from the firmament, and that which was won from blissfully ignorant mortals. And yet the sugary bribes that landed in his pillowcase were that little bit sweeter.
But not all humans followed the Social Contract, and Gabriel could remember when failing to mask oneself on the appointed night meant a painful death. Was it so much to ask for one little sugary, processed snack?
"Lokes, tell me this isn't a fucking orange." Gabriel stated as he held the offending fruit away from his toga. The wire halo attached to his head bobbled indignantly.
"Technically, it's a clementine." Loki glared at the slammed door, pulp dripping from his clenched fist.
"You realize what this means."
"Trick."