Love remains the same

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Gabriel tugged at the collar of his shirt. He felt like a penguin—a penguin who had practically been threatened into wearing a tux that wasn’t just decent but perfect. It was one thing to dress up for a joke or a trick, but to dress up for something important was something else entirely. But as uncomfortable as he felt, he knew Hela must be about to explode.

“You seem a little jumpy, dottir,” said the archangel conversationally, adjusting his sleeves. “Try thinking about something calming and serene. Like the fact that the human body can be drained of blood in 8.6 seconds given adequate vacuuming systems.” He grinned at her, hoping that would cheer her up a bit, or at least get her mind off her worries.

Sitting in a chair and watching his daughter silently, not at all comfortable being this overly dressed in the condition he was in. Loki took the opportunity to go over in his head some things that may make things less anxious for his daughter. Though usually every time he opened his mouth around Hela, something snarky or humiliating slipped through. How she managed to put up with him this long was mind boggling to the old trickster god. Shifting his gaze over to the other man in the penguin suit, he hadn’t been very well acquainted with this “Gabriel”. Loki thought to set that straight. Hefting himself from the chair and minding his swollen belly, he wandered over to archangel to introduce himself.  “I do not believe we have met…” Was all he could manage.

Hela stood watching her fathers silently unsure if she was going to have to break up an argument between the two, she was sure that it wouldn’t get that far but she knew them both and she knew they were both very headstrong. She chewed the inside of her lip, praying to whatever Norn was listening that they would get along at least just for now.  

“Can’t say we have, given the fact that we’re both Loki,” said Gabriel, raising an eyebrow at his older-looking counterpart. Normally, he’d probably poke fun at the guy, or test the waters to see who was more powerful, but for the sake of the day, he’d make an exception…well, provided the other guy did, of course. The archangel stuck out his hand. “Name’s Gabriel. Part-time Angel of the Lord, full-time Trickster God.”