In Times of Trouble
A Thor, Supernatural, Stark Trek Crossover
"Together, they would watch everything that was so carefully planned collapse, and they would smile at the beauty of destruction."
-Marcus Zusak, The Book Theif
It would be pointless to pit the Aesir up against another race. Not, Loki explains, because they are innately superior to most other races. Simply, the Aesir would welcome a war, and even should they come up against a force that outclassed them by light years there would be honor and glory to the gorey end. Gabriel concurred, sighting the ultimate stickiness of his own Nordic pantheon.
It took a little maneuvering of heavenly bodies, seconds to a mortal's perception of time, and then Gabriel was using his bat to knock the mud from his cleats, spitting a pink wad of Big League into the dirt, and taking a practice swing.
Q shook his head in the negative most seriously as his catcher called for a fastball. No one, not even Q, was faster than the Messenger.
"Hey, batter-batter! Saa-Wing batter batter!" Loki cat-called from the bleachers, stomping his feet to music with no source.
Q threw a curve that connected with the bat and tore a hole through time-space. It was a home run.
The score board showed a meteor headed right for Heimdall's rebuilt observatory.
The crowed went wild.
(Loki somehow lost his shirt, and after rounding the bases Gabriel phased right through the fence behind home plate to probe Loki's mouth with his tongue.)