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catyuy , who possibly cheated, but anyway. *grins* Weregild verse. Part of a short series dealing with the Trickster eps. Technically the first, though it was written second, dealing with Tall Tales.
Title: Justice
Rating: PG-13
Fandoms: Supernatural, Norse Myth
Continuity: Set during SPN 2x15, Tall Tales.
Characters/Pairings: Loki, Gabriel. Mentions of all four kids, Sam and Dean, Odin, and the victims that ep. Gabriel/Loki
Summary: There is a strange justice to what Gabriel does as Trickster
Wordcount: 472
Warnings/Notes: Um. Slightly messed up. Or, you know, majorly. Also, looked at with Loki in mind, that was a very interesting choice of targets on Gabriel's part ...
Disclaimer: Not mine
catyuy , who possibly cheated, but anyway. *grins* Weregild verse. Part of a short series dealing with the Trickster eps. Technically the first, though it was written second, dealing with Tall Tales.Title: Justice
Rating: PG-13
Fandoms: Supernatural, Norse Myth
Continuity: Set during SPN 2x15, Tall Tales.
Characters/Pairings: Loki, Gabriel. Mentions of all four kids, Sam and Dean, Odin, and the victims that ep. Gabriel/Loki
Summary: There is a strange justice to what Gabriel does as Trickster
Wordcount: 472
Warnings/Notes: Um. Slightly messed up. Or, you know, majorly. Also, looked at with Loki in mind, that was a very interesting choice of targets on Gabriel's part ...
Disclaimer: Not mine
Justice
There is a peculiar sense of justice to what the Trickster does, now that Gabriel is part of it. Alone, for himself, Loki plies tricks and plays games for survival, or for amusement. A game, or life and death, the most benign or the most dire, but never ... never purposeful. Never with these strange shadings of judgement that Gabriel brings.
This town, the justice is for Loki. Almost an offering, from his archangel to him. A play enacted on tiny players, to echo older crimes. Gabriel chooses his targets with care, and Loki cannot help but appreciate it.
The boy, the fraternity pledgemaster (blood-brother) for Loki himself, for years of being safe only as long as he obeyed, as long as he was useful, as long as he was true in his brother's sight. The boy taken by things he cannot understand, things that have no place in his world (things nine days on the World Tree would do nothing to help). It is Loki's hand that keeps this one alive. This small death will not appease the larger life, but the gesture is appreciated. For Loki.
The professor, the womaniser and seducer, for their daughter. For Hel. Not that she would ever allow herself to be used that way. But for the man who thought women were there to be used, to be put in their place and made useful. For the man who flinched as the face turned grey and corpselike, and looked in disgust at what was still beautiful, to their eyes. They turn to face the remains as it lands, and Loki is hard-pressed not to sneer. For Hel.
The 'scientist', the torturer and murderer of those who wore beastly forms, for their sons. For Fenrir and Jormungandr and Sleipnir, and the crimes committed against them that were not crimes, so long as they did not wear a human shape. Teeth and claws rend him to pieces, and though Gabriel doesn't enjoy it, there is still a vicious satisfaction in his archangel, that Loki loves, always loves. For their sons.
Yes, there is justice in this town. In these tricks, these games that Gabriel plays, and Loki finds it good. Finds it ... sweet. A sweetness not tainted by the hunters that come, by the games played between self-righteous brothers, by the laughing battle at the end of it and the taste of chocolate in their mouth as they stand victorious by Loki's oldest means. By trickery and fakery and death. The sweetness is not tainted.
But Loki does not notice, not until later, much later, a year, that for Gabriel there is a taint. That for Gabriel, a bitterness sneaks into the sweetness of their justice. Loki does not notice, until the fear and the rage take hold in truth.
In some ways, he is glad. At least they had the sweetness first.
Contd: Point of Mercy and of Fear - Dealing with Mystery Spot
There is a peculiar sense of justice to what the Trickster does, now that Gabriel is part of it. Alone, for himself, Loki plies tricks and plays games for survival, or for amusement. A game, or life and death, the most benign or the most dire, but never ... never purposeful. Never with these strange shadings of judgement that Gabriel brings.
This town, the justice is for Loki. Almost an offering, from his archangel to him. A play enacted on tiny players, to echo older crimes. Gabriel chooses his targets with care, and Loki cannot help but appreciate it.
The boy, the fraternity pledgemaster (blood-brother) for Loki himself, for years of being safe only as long as he obeyed, as long as he was useful, as long as he was true in his brother's sight. The boy taken by things he cannot understand, things that have no place in his world (things nine days on the World Tree would do nothing to help). It is Loki's hand that keeps this one alive. This small death will not appease the larger life, but the gesture is appreciated. For Loki.
The professor, the womaniser and seducer, for their daughter. For Hel. Not that she would ever allow herself to be used that way. But for the man who thought women were there to be used, to be put in their place and made useful. For the man who flinched as the face turned grey and corpselike, and looked in disgust at what was still beautiful, to their eyes. They turn to face the remains as it lands, and Loki is hard-pressed not to sneer. For Hel.
The 'scientist', the torturer and murderer of those who wore beastly forms, for their sons. For Fenrir and Jormungandr and Sleipnir, and the crimes committed against them that were not crimes, so long as they did not wear a human shape. Teeth and claws rend him to pieces, and though Gabriel doesn't enjoy it, there is still a vicious satisfaction in his archangel, that Loki loves, always loves. For their sons.
Yes, there is justice in this town. In these tricks, these games that Gabriel plays, and Loki finds it good. Finds it ... sweet. A sweetness not tainted by the hunters that come, by the games played between self-righteous brothers, by the laughing battle at the end of it and the taste of chocolate in their mouth as they stand victorious by Loki's oldest means. By trickery and fakery and death. The sweetness is not tainted.
But Loki does not notice, not until later, much later, a year, that for Gabriel there is a taint. That for Gabriel, a bitterness sneaks into the sweetness of their justice. Loki does not notice, until the fear and the rage take hold in truth.
In some ways, he is glad. At least they had the sweetness first.
Contd: Point of Mercy and of Fear - Dealing with Mystery Spot
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