In Times of Trouble
A Thor, Supernatural Crossover
-Special AU Halloween Edition-
A/N- This particular chapter is an alternate universe in which Gabriel and Loki passed out after leading a march to demand an end to sugar-free candy that required Avengers to break it up. Thor took the opportunity to drag Loki home. (Relatively) Regularly scheduled drabbles will return next week.
"People can do great things. However, there are some things they just CAN'T do. I, for instance, have not been able to transform myself into a Popsicle, despite years of effort."
-Brandon Sanderson, Alcatraz Versus the Evil Librarians
The news of Prince Thor returning early from his sojourn to Midgard surprised the court, and was in fact a pleasant surprise for the Lady Sif who took his arrival as a bit of good fortune for her own aspirations. Thor's whirlwind romance with the mortal Jane was quite the fodder for the rumor mill, and many believed it to be the principal reason he kept returning to the small planet. She was a strong and wise, for a mortal, a proper witch who would soon master inter-realm travel for her world and so make a good and worthy match for the Thunder God. Especially considering their own BiFrost's current state making the movement of large armies impossible, and individuals or small groups a trial.
The news of what Prince Thor carried home with him was an even bigger surprise, and one the Lady Sif did not care for. She had made her feelings on the event known by suggesting an immediate trial for the foundling prince, but her arguments died in her throat when she caught sight of the small jotun.
Thor clutched his sleeping brother protectively to his chest as Frigga turned steely eyes on the swordsman. The Thunder shook his head. "No."
"Aye." Odin remarked, quiet, as his single eye on the mop of dark curls that let out a soft sigh before nuzzling closer to Thor's neck. "There will be no trial. If you recall, Lady Sif, I announced a general pardon shortly after Thor's return. This is the reason you and your cohorts are not currently in chains and mucking out the royal stables for the next ten years."
Sif's mouth clicked shut as Volstagg pushed past her and peered down at the twin bundles in Thor's arms. "Goodness, they're not much bigger than my Gudrun!"
"How has he gotten so small? What is wrong with him?!" Frigga persisted, fingers twitching as though she longed to snatch one son from the other. "Why does he not wake?"
"As to the first question, it is beyond my ken. As to the second…" Thor shifted uncomfortably and tried to pass Volstagg his second burden but the other boy squirmed in his sleep and further attached himself to Loki, a single wing flailing and slapping the voluminous warrior in the face. Volstagg chuckled. "Clint believed it to be something called a sugar-crash, something that follows a period of high energy due to the ingesting of sweets. He claimed to have witnessed his fair share growing up. I have been assured is not life threatening, mother."
Frigga was not appeased, and crept closer, eyes flicking between the comatose bundles.
"And what of the other one?" Hogun spoke softly, yet his voice cut through the mutterings and speculations like a knife. The one in question sneezed in his sleep, and a strange, sweet-smelling white powered drifted off his wings.
Thor's face screwed up; a mixture of confusion and concern as he remembered the creatures the other boy had conjured while Loki led his small army of equally intoxicated followers. Frigga used Thor's lapse in concentration to steal the children, her gown proving no hindrance as she swooped in to claim the children before fleeing as fast as a retired warrior-maid could. Thor pouted, arms suddenly feeling useless and empty. Father and son watched as the matriarch vanished behind a turn.
Typical Frigga.
"He claimed to be." Thor's expression again twisted as though he had just swallowed a random handful of Bertie Botts Every Flavor Beans. "He claimed to be Loki's 'brother from another mother.'"