Traveler Through The Gerbang

perpetuallycaffeinated:

more SuperVengers, with Gabe gifting his powers to Loki and hanging out in Asgard as the Other Loki

kkatkkrap:

A/N: It’s finished, and I have to say, my PMS ass bawled like a bitch writing this.  I have a ton of feels, and to write those feels for these characters…

I’d like to point out that some of the things Castiel says, the wisdom we’ve seen in each of these posts, surprises even me.  I couldn’t fake this stuff.  It happens and I just happen to capture it somewhere in the mix.  I hope you enjoy.  Full version and edits up here and on AAO3 and ff.net probably tomorrow.  THEN a real update on Serious Trust and/or TUS.

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“Tell me more.”

Sif shook her head, walking down the hall with the Angel at her heels.  “It is a thing most strange.  He does not eat.  He sleeps only on rare occasion, and… we are all… terribly concerned for him.”  She turned, stopping in front of the doorway to the royal chambers.  She let out a soft breath, not looking Castiel in the eye as she toyed with her hands.  “I… we are at an utter loss. The All-father thought, perhaps, you could…”  She gestured at the massive golden door and gave a soft sniffle.

Castiel stepped forward, and in a gesture very similar to Sam Winchester’s own mannerisms, took her hands in his.  “It will be alright, Sif.  I shall speak with him.”

Sif nodded.  Once, then again as though to reassure herself.  “Thank you, I…”  She pulled a hand free to rub at her nose, swipe under her eyes.  She gave a third and final nod and mustered up a smile, looking Castiel in the eye.  “Thank you.  I do not think you truly understand how much we appreciate your coming here.  We know things have not been easy for you, or your family as of late.”

Castiel held her gaze as long as he could manage, then looked off to the floor.  “No… they haven’t.”  He gave the hand still in his a single squeeze, smiled.  “I shall go speak with him.”

Sif mouthed a final thank you and watched him disappear into the hall beyond.  It did not take Castiel long to locate Thor.  As the boy’s mother, Frigga, had suggested, he was sitting on his brother’s bed, staring out over the grand expanse that stretched out beyond the balcony.  He barely looked up at the movement in the doorway, looked a second time when he realized it was no one he’d been expecting, and rose to his feet.

Without so much as a word, the two crossed to one another.  No sooner had Castiel put out his arms than Thor was pulling him into a tight embrace.  Castiel could detect only the slightest tremor in the man’s embrace, but before he could say so much as a word, Thor had pushed him back to an arm’s length.  He did not smile, simply searched Castiel’s face a moment in silence before murmuring, “it is good to see you, Castiel.”

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kkatkkrap:

A/N: Guys, this is giving me so many feels.  It’s literally killing my heart.  Castiel being the emissary to Asgard might be my new favorite thing ever.  There are going to be LOADS of feels in the final part, but as I’m in the studio tonight, I don’t know that it will be finished in a timely manner.  This will be finished either late tonight or early tomorrow, then updates on the major WIPs.

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“He has grown strong.”

“They both have,” Odin said as they watched two boys in the training grounds below. 

Castiel looked at the All-father, then at the ground.  “My apologies,” he murmured.  “I did not mean to offend.”

Odin chuckled softly, his eyes never leaving the two boys sparring in the dirt field.  “You did not.  I only say it out of my own desire to remind myself.”  He took a long, slow breath.  “I have two strong, sharp-minded, healthy sons.  No father could want for better.  They are as different as they are young.  Where one is day, the other is night.  Where one is a voice of victory, the other is the listener in the shadows.  Where one is the strength of a great wave, the other is a balm to a wounded heart.”

“You speak of Thor and of Loki,” Castiel said.  It was not a question.

Odin nodded.  His voice went quiet and he confessed, “Thor is well-loved by my people, as is his brother, however the praise and songs are of Thor.”  He sighed.  “Often, I fear… Loki feels somehow… lesser than his brother.”

Castiel considered this, and the pavement, for a long moment.  He shook his head.  “He… should not feel so.”

Odin glanced at the angel and gave a tired smile.  “I know.”

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kkatkkrap:

A/N: So this happened.  In response to THIS question sent in by thejenmonster.  Not only did it become a lot longer than I planned, it’s now, apparently, going to be part of a 3 part fic that will be roughly the length of half a chapter of “The Unusual Suspects,” and headcanon for TUS2.   The title, of course, comes from Milton’s Paradise Lost, based on the line “Tis better to reign in Hell, than to serve in Heaven.”  It will make more sense as the fic goes on. I REGRET NOTHING.  I needed some seriously happy feels in a seriously huge way, and this totally filled my B’AWWW cup.  

ALSO, GDI, now I want to write Heaven at war with the FROST GIANTS.  AAAAH, TOO MANY THINGS TO WRITE!!  ENJOY!!

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Castiel approached the large chair at the head of the table.  “Odin All-father,” he said, bowing his head.  “I was informed you wished to speak with me.”

Odin smiled at the angel, still young in many senses, and rising from his chair motioned to the hallway.  “Walk with me, Castiel.”

Castiel fell into step beside Odin, left the din of the banquet far behind and retreated into the lush gardens of the Asgardian Palace.  He preferred this; the quiet places.  There was the sound of the waterfalls and of children’s laughter as they ran the winding paths.  Castiel smiled.  Here he could hear his own thoughts, reflect on them and mediate on his place in the Plan of his Father’s. 

It was soothing.

The All-Father seemed to sense the pensive intensity of Castiel and, for a long while, said nothing.  When he did, his voice was soft.  “I owe you a great debt, Castiel of Heaven.”

“You owe me no such thing,” Castiel said, eyes wandering around the garden as he spoke.

Odin smiled.  He was perfectly aware that Castiel was, in fact, giving him his full attention, however as a being of such remarkable intellect, he was still able to examine the gardens with an equal amount of attention.  The angels were… strange when compared to the Asgardians.  Omniscient and omnipresent and yet innocent as babes.  Their purity was both their strength as well as their greatest flaw, in Odin’s opinion.  He couldn’t understand why a father would not want his children to grow.  To learn for themselves and change their worlds for the better.  But it was not the All-father’s place to question.

“You are too modest, young angel,” Odin said.  “If we stand here in Asgard today, it is due to the strength and wisdom of your garrison.”

“Balthazar is equally deserving of praise.”

“On the contrary,” Odin chuckled.  “He claims that the success of the battle is only due to your ability to craft a plan, to give orders.  He says if there is any good he has done, it is only because of your masterful ability to lead.”

Castiel did not look at Odin, but his expression change to one of utter confusion.  “He said these things?”

Odin smiled.  “In considerably more words, but yes… in essence.”

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assvengersarsemble:

modern studies was killing me so here have some crossover pairing drawn badly by me

OMG! I found crossover - fandom marries weeee! <3 <3 <3