In Times of Trouble
A Thor, Supernatural, Star Trek Crossover
"Wine is constant proof that God loves us and loves to see us happy."
-Benjamin Franklin
The being that had, eventually, introduced itself as Loki of Nowhere in Particular was just as confounding as Q, if markedly less destructive. He hoped the being found what he was looking for, if only so that he wouldn't be inclined to interfere on their missions again. Though admittedly Loki's presence had been rather... helpful.
Jean-Luc tapped his fingers against the arm of his new, unasked for Captain's chair. He tried not to look to smug while fighting the urge to slouch in his good-bye present, legs spread.
He wondered what the current going rate for a gold-pressed latinum* chair -throne, more like- was. Not that he was going to keep it. First Federation Star Base they reached it was going to be removed for study and the standard model put right back in. But first...
"Mr. Data, lay in a course for the nearest starbase. The scenic route, I think, passing by Ferenginar."
*Autocorrect is a vile thing that insists on Picard's chair being made of Platinum. But it isn't. Except when it is.