Request Ficlet 1

[icarus_chained]

Title: Game Night
Rating: PG
Fandoms: Supernatural, Norse Mythology, Good Omens (it snuck in)
Characters/Pairings: Gabriel, Loki, Castiel, Crowley, Aziraphale, Jor, Hel, Fenrir. Vague Gabriel/Loki, Crowley/Aziraphale, but it didn't come out very strong this time
Summary: They'd tried to avoid bloodshed on family game night. They should really have chosen something other than Monopoly, for that to work ...
Wordcount: 522
Notes: for wolfling, crackish
Prompt: Gabriel/Loki, family game night
Disclaimer: Not mine

Game Night

In the interests of avoiding bloodshed, they'd tried to pick a game that did not involve physical violence (that was Twister out - though really, trying to play Twister against a shapeshifter was an exercise in futility - not to mention Crowley), battle (they'd decided Risk was out more or less immediately - too much like life), death (a good murder-mystery was fine, but sort of spoiled when Hel could just ask the deceased who killed them), trickery (not because of Gabriel or Loki, but because Cas had a mean streak) or magic (board games only, on Aziraphale's insistence - no cheating), whether of angelic or trickster origin.

Of course, they'd eventually settled on Monopoly, which Gabriel rather thought made a lie of just about all of that, but he was cool with swindling his extended family out of paper money for an evening.

That was before Loki, Crowley and himself got into an extended and rather vicious property war, because apparently when it came to real estate, the demon had a mean streak a mile wide, and deviousness to go with it, and only a considerable amount of cheating, bribery, and Loki buying property off his sons at decreased value kept Crowley from conquering most of the mid-value center of the board and charging them all an arm and a leg to get anywhere.

That was before they realised that Castiel and Aziraphale, while calm and practical and looking down their noses at the under-the-table dealing going on across the board, were also decently tactically-minded and rules-lawyers par extraordinaire, and also quietly in league with each other. They'd caged the utilities and most of the lower-end property before anyone had quite realised what was going on, and were now making small but consistent profits while Gabriel and Loki scrambled to defeat Crowley, and looking decidedly smug about it. It also didn't help that from the looks the angel and his demon were giving each other, that might have been planned, and oh, no way. No Trickster and his brood were going to be taken down by sneaky-ass angels and their demonic accomplices!

And that was before he realised, rather belatedly, that while Fenrir had piled in on his father's side with gusto, and perhaps rather more threats of physical violence than had really been the aim, Jor and Hel, on the other hand, had quietly bought themselves their little bits and pieces, including most of the high end of the board, and were now sitting together above the green squares, grinning quietly, and patiently waiting for the rest of them to exhaust themselves.

Hel, in particular, was watching Gabriel as he scrambled to keep himself and Loki afloat, as he threatened to smite the demon six ways from Sunday if he didn't stop putting up hotels on unfortunate squares, not to mention snarling every time Castiel asked him, in the most placidly smug tone angelically possible, if he would like to pay his rent now or later. Hel was watching him, remote and serene. Hel was watching all of them.

And she was smiling.

That almost, almost made losing to the angel-demon consortium worthwhile. Almost.