In Times of Trouble
A Thor, Supernatural, Star Trek Crossover
"Don't tell me truth hurts, little girl, 'Cause it hurts like hell."
-David Bowie, Underground
Gabriel's physical form spins into existence as he blasts into what feels, physically and metaphorically, like a furnace. When he tastes the air it has that slight tang to it that speaks to the Norse side of him, and Everything Burns. Armies in fire-wreathed armor clash with known and unknown Aesir, Dwarves, Elves and Drow and races too numerable to bother counting all across the nine realms.
Because he is an Arc Angel, Gabriel knows how this story ends. The Grimm and Disney version.
Neither will be particularly fun.
Gabriel picks out his opposite number amongst the throng and crashes down. A boy and bird stare at him, at the island of silence he has enforced around them. The boy could pass for his Loki's very close kin. Brother, perhaps? He lacks Loki's cheekbones. Gabriel smiles disarmingly and waves.
"Hey Lokes, mind telling me what Surtur is doing out of time-out?"