#gabrielxreader

The darkness of the hidden room was a physical weight. You had lost track of time. You had heard the muffled sounds of Lucifer’s arrival, his chilling, melodic laughter echoing through the vents, the sounds of Gabriel’s defiant snark, and, eventually, the humming roar of the rift finally opening. And then, silence. A silence that lasted for days. The proximity to Gabriel over the last week had awakened something in you that hadn't been touched in seven years. Your body, sensing its Alpha was nearby and then suddenly gone, went into a state of biological emergency. Your Heat didn't just arrive; it broke like a fever. "Gabe..." you whimpered, your skin slick with sweat. The bunker was empty. You knew the Winchesters, Castiel, and Gabriel had crossed over to the Apocalypse World. You were alone in a concrete box while your hormones screamed for a mate who might already be dead. You crawled to the corner of the room, dragging the blankets and the flannel shirts Gabriel had left for you. With trembling hands, you built a nest, a frantic, desperate circle of fabric that smelled faintly of him. You curled into it, your core aching with a localized, throbbing heat that made you cry out. You found the bag of supplies Gabriel had stashed. Inside were a few medical supplies and a couple of silicone toys he’d conjured as a joke. You tried to use them, desperate for any relief, but your body rejected them. The plastic felt cold and wrong. In a True Mate bond, the Omega’s body becomes tuned to a single frequency, the Alpha’s grace. "Please," you sobbed, clutching one of Gabriel's shirts to your chest. "Don't leave me here. Don't let me die like this." The fever was reaching dangerous levels. You were drifting in and out of consciousness, convinced that the "gentleman" Loki had been right, that Gabriel was a coward who had fled to another world to save himself, leaving you to burn up in a hole in the ground.

The rest of your work week passed pretty closed to normal, or what passes for normal as a high school English teacher. You had term papers to grade and lesson plans to prepare, but nothing too major. On Wednesday, you had a meeting with the principal. He asked you to take over for the drama teacher in putting together the annual variety show.

You knew it would be a lot of work, but you agreed. You loved the opportunity for your students to shine as they show off their hidden talents. As soon as you left his office, you did the funkiest happy dance anyone had ever seen. You definitely had reason to celebrate on Saturday.

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"Okay, chickies, first round is on me!" you exclaimed. Your friends, Ruthie, Charlie, Donna and Jody, all picked a chair after giving you their drink orders.

"I don't believe it! Just this past Monday, I thought I was going to have to threaten to kidnap you in order to get you to leave the house. Now you're all cheerful and ready to party? Who are you and what have you done with my sister?!?" Ruthie joked.

"Ha ha, very funny, Sis," you retorted playfully. "What can I say, I had a pretty good week. AND, the principal asked me to cover for the drama teacher and run the Variety Show. So, excuse me, but I feel like I have reason to celebrate!" you finished.

You left the table to put in your drink order, laughing and trading jabs with your girlfriends as you walked backwards. You didn't see the man before you bumped into him, and almost caused both of you to fall. When you turned around, you were met by the warmest pair of whiskey-colored eyes you'd ever encountered. His mouth was turned upward in a playful smirk as his strong, capable hands kept you from taking you both down.

"Hey hey! Looks like you got a live one, Gabe, and we haven't even had a drink yet!" one of his friends remarked as they set off to find a table.

Ignoring his buddies, Gabriel turned you around to face him. "Are you all right?" he asked. His hands were on your upper arms as he bent down to look into your eyes.

"Y-yes, I-I think so. I think I'd better watch where I'm going next time. S-sorry for almost knocking you over," you stammered as you introduced yourself.

"Believe me, Cupcake, it's always a pleasure bumping into a beautiful woman every now and then," Gabriel quipped. "Name's Gabriel."

You ducked your head to hide the rising color in your cheeks. "Thank you, Gabriel. Always a pleasure being rescued by a true gentleman," you replied with a small curtsy. "I'd love to stay and chat, but I promised my girlfriends"-you turned and waved at your table-"that the first round of drinks is on me. I was on my way to place my order when I quite literally ran into you," you giggled.

"Then I shall impede your progress no longer, milady," he grinned as he bowed gracefully. "Please continue on thy mission to procure sufficient alcoholic libations for thyself and thy lovely contingent of lady friends," Gabriel finished.

You had to chuckle at his exaggerated performance. "I appreciate your kindness, good sir. Perhaps we'll meet again under less, shall we say, ‘injurious’ circumstances?" you replied with a wry smile.

"No harm done, fair lady. Till we meet again," Gabriel said softly. He kissed the back of your hand, then left you to join his friends at their table.

As soon as Gabriel left, Ruthie was at your side in an instant. "What was that all about?" she demanded. "You sure were talking to him for a long time, he was HOT! Did you at least get his phone number?" she asked.

You stared off in the distance, watching Gabe take a seat with his friends. When he caught your eye, he winked and gave you a little wave, breaking the trance. "Hmm? Sorry, what did you say?" you asked.

Ruthie groaned in frustration. "Ugh! Never mind, let's just order our drinks and get this party started!" she declared.

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"So, Gabe, who was that woman we saw you talking to earlier? You know her or something?" Sam asked.

Gabe shook his head. "Nope, just met her here, tonight," he answered.

"She's pretty, and she's got good-looking friends," Dean remarked. "I wonder, if I told her that she had a beautiful body, if she'd hold it against me," he smirked, giving a high-five to Castiel.

Gabriel shot Dean a look that told him to back off. "Careful, Dean, your inner caveman is showing. You'd better reel it in if you expect to have any kind of chance with one of her friends," he retorted. She’s mine, he thought to himself.

He sat back in his chair and thought about his brief but enchanting encounter with you. Lovely eyes, so expressive, he thought. Definite sense of humor, stunning smile, and a gorgeous body with curves in all the right places. Gabriel assured himself that he liked what he'd seen so far with you, and that he couldn't wait to know more.

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A couple of hours later, you were still sipping on your second drink, while your girlfriends were on either their third or even fourth rounds. Some of the guys from Gabriel's table had filtered over to yours, and had asked your friends to dance.

Donna was dancing with Dean, Ruthie was dancing with Sam, and Castiel was with Jody. Charlie was finishing her third cocktail, when a woman from another table named Gilda asked her to dance. Charlie grabbed Gilda's hand and practically ran all the way over to the dance floor.

You were staring at your glass, wondering whether or not you should order another drink. You could go home, having fulfilled your promise to Ruthie by joining the girls for a night out. Too bad they had all left you behind to go dance with Gabriel's friends.

"This is stupid," you muttered under your breath. "I'm going home. They're all having too much fun to miss me anyway," you murmured.

"I'll miss you if you go home now," a deep and honeyed voice remarked with a grin. You looked up and smiled to see Gabriel taking the seat across from you. He reached over and took your hand in his, gently brushing his lips across the back of it. "Hi."

"Hi, Gabriel," you returned shyly. "Nice to see you again. Why aren't you out dancing with the others?" you asked.

"Because my dance partner is right here, debating on whether she should stay or go home," he replied. He stood up with his other hand held out for you to take. "What do you say, Sugar?"

All you could hear from the dance floor was a thumping beat in a song that you didn't recognize. For this reason, you almost decided not to take Gabriel up on his offer. But, you also still had a little bit of liquid courage in you, so you found yourself taking his hand. As you threaded your way to the dance floor, Gabriel's hand left yours and slid to the small of your back to guide you.

Just as you set foot on the dance floor, the song with the thumping bass ended, and a slow song came on. Courage evaporated, you tried to pull away from Gabriel and leave the dance floor, but his hand was locked on yours. "Ah-ah-ah," he said, wagging his finger back and forth at you. "No, no Baby Girl, I've got you. Dance with me, sweetheart. Please," he implored, reaching for your hands.

One look in his honey-colored eyes and you were lost. You nodded and stepped close enough to Gabe so that he could slip his right arm around your waist and draw you nearer to him. He placed your left hand on his chest, while his left hand settled on your hip. Your right hand slipped up to cradle his neck, your fingers slowly venturing into the ends of his light chestnut hair at his collar.

"Mmm, careful there, SweetCheeks. You're venturing into dangerous territory with what you're doing," Gabe softly warned. "Might lead a man to do something like this," he whispered. He dipped his head down to capture your lips in a tender, sweet kiss.

When you broke apart from the kiss, you were both trying to catch a breath. "I'll take it under advisement, you know, future reference and all that," you remarked. With the hand that had been so recently been running through his hair, you gently tugged him forward for another, deeper kiss.

The need for air caused you and Gabriel to momentarily pause in your kissing. You touched your forehead to his and grinned. "Wanna get out of here?" you asked. "You could walk me home. It's not that far. Maybe we could hang out on the porch for awhile. I-I don't really want the evening to end quite yet," you added shyly.

"Sounds okay to me, lead the way, darlin'," Gabriel took your hand in his, intertwining your fingers as you stepped out into the warm night air.

Neither of you noticed that Connor, your ex-boyfriend, was sitting at a corner table. He gripped his beer bottle tightly, glaring as you and Gabriel danced, then left the bar. You broke up with him over another woman, but he wasn't with her anymore. He had decided that maybe he wanted you back, and then he saw you dancing with someone else. Connor was determined that you would be together with him again, and he wasn't going to let anyone stand in his way.

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You and Gabriel walked around the city, stopping in the park for awhile. You sat on a bench near the fountain in the middle of the park, talking and getting to know each other better. You told him you were a high school English teacher, while Gabe shared that he was a sales manager for a major candy company. Even though Ruthie was like your sister, you grew up an only child, whereas Gabriel had four brothers.

Soon, you and Gabriel arrived at your house. You lived in a well-kept, 3 bedroom carpenter-style house with blue siding and a spacious front porch. Still holding Gabriel's hand, you reluctantly climbed the steps, not wanting the evening to end.

At the top of the stairs, Gabriel drew you into his arms. "Well, pretty girl, I'd have to say that this has been one of the best evenings I've had in a long time. I met someone that I'd really like to see again, I danced with her, and I got to do this," Gabe remarked. He reached up to cup your cheeks and captured your lips with his.

You admitted to Gabe that tonight was the first time you'd gone out for fun since breaking up with your boyfriend, Connor. "I really should call Ruthie in the morning and thank her for this. If she hadn't pestered me about going out tonight, I never would've met you. I'm so very glad I did, because I'm having a wonderful time with you," you remarked shyly.

"Aw, Cupcake, that's not fair. You made me blush, and guys aren't supposed to do that," he teased. "For the record, though, I should probably call Ruthie and thank her as well. I hope that this is but one of many opportunities I'll have to go out with you," he added.

He hooked one arm around your waist and held fast to your hand as he guided you over to the swing. Once you were both seated, Gabe pushed off with his foot to gently rock you both back and forth.

"About that, about going out I mean? If I consulted my Magic 8-Ball, it might say something like....'concentrate and ask again'," you replied with a wry grin.

Already holding your right hand, Gabriel captured your left hand. Without breaking eye contact, he slowly kissed each fingertip one by one. "So, I was wondering....if you're not busy next Friday night....would you like to go out with me?" he asked.

You took a deep, shuddering breath before answering. "Yes, definitely. You may rely on it. Without a doubt. Signs point to yes," you rambled.

Gabriel chuckled. "Well, as long as you're sure, SweetCheeks. I'm looking forward to it," he replied softly. His left index finger traced along your jawline, turning you so that you were directly facing him. He closed the gap between you by pressing his lips to yours in a lingering kiss.

"You know, I should get your phone number, just in case. Here," you said as you handed Gabe your phone. He typed in his contact information and gave you his phone to do the same.

"As much as I would love to stay, Cupcake, I left my car back at the bar, and I should go back and get it. But don't worry, I'll be back to pick you up for our date," he promised. Gabriel stood up from the porch  swing, pulling you with him. "Friday night, seven o'clock," he said   softly, his finger tapping the end of your nose. He dropped another kiss to your lips  before descending from the porch.

"Mmm, Friday night, seven o'clock," you replied dreamily. "Get home safe, Gabe," you said.

Gabriel  turned to look back at you standing on the porch, watching him walk  away. He winked, gave you a mock salute, then blew you a kiss. "See you  Friday, Sugar," he called.

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From your front porch, you watched as Gabe walked down the street until you couldn't see him anymore. Your phone rang in your pocket, with the Caller ID showing it was Ruthie. She wanted to know where you had gone, so you explained how you and Gabriel left the bar after the dance.

"He walked me home, then the two of us sat on the porch swing for a little while. We talked, and kissed...." you mentioned, a wide grin on your face.

Ruthie could hardly contain her squeal of delight. "See? What did I tell you? I told you that going out with us was way better than staying home!" she remarked.

"Yes, Ruthie, you were right. Happy now?" you retorted playfully. "Getting a little sleepy, so I'm gonna say goodnight, Sis. Talk to you later," you replied. She wished you goodnight as well, then you disconnected the call.

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Leo Webb locked up the Bluestone Bar after finishing his closing duties. As he was walking out to his car, he heard someone groaning in pain. He was shocked to see a man sitting on the ground and propped up beside what had to be his own car. Leo recognized him as Gabriel, the guy you were dancing with and had left the bar with tonight. "Hey, Buddy, are you all right?" he asked Gabe while, looking around.

Gabriel turned his head to the sound of Leo's voice. "Did you happen get the license plate of the truck that ran me over?" he asked weakly. Gabriel had a cut above his eye with the blood trail mingling with the one from his bloody nose. His knuckles were scuffed up, leading Leo to believe that maybe he got in a few defensive jabs. Gabriel tried to stand up by himself, but was unsuccessful in his first attempt.

"Come on, man, let's get you standing up. Then we can get you some medical attention," Leo said, grunting as he helped Gabriel to his feet.

Gabriel mumbled that he wanted to be taken back to your house. He couldn't tend to his injuries alone, and he knew they weren't serious enough for the hospital. Leo reluctantly agreed and carefully laid Gabriel across the backseat.

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You awoke to the sound of someone pounding on your front door. It was unusual for you to have visitors at 2:30 a.m., so you grabbed your baseball bat that rested next to your dresser. In a voice that was much braver than you actually felt, you demanded, "Who are you? What do you want?"

"It's me, Leo, the bartender from Bluestone Bar. I have your dance partner from tonight, and I think he's going to need your help getting put back together," he explained.

You set aside the baseball bat, disengaged the locks and threw open the front door. Standing on your porch was indeed Leo from the bar, his left arm supporting Gabriel. You gasped in shock at seeing Gabe's injured face and hands, and at how difficult it was for him to stand on his own. You rushed out to the front porch and went to Gabriel's right side to take his other arm.

Between you and Leo, you managed to get Gabriel into the house and seated on the couch. Leo told you to sit with your patient while he looked for your first aid supplies. He returned with bandages, peroxide and a basin of warm water with a washcloth. "In the morning, I'm going to check the bar's security camera footage," Leo declared. Before he left, he pointed at you and asked, "You good?"

You nodded. "I'm fine, Leo. Thanks for taking care of my dance partner," you replied with a quick smile. You continued working to clean up Gabriel's wounds as you heard the front door close behind Leo.

"Hiya, SweetCheeks," Gabe mumbled and gave you a weak smile.

"Shh, shh. Gabe honey, just relax and I'll get you patched up in no time," you soothed. "Want to tell me what happened, love? What do you remember?" you asked. Gabriel hissed in pain as you cleaned up his knuckles with the peroxide. "Sorry, I know this hurts," you murmured.

Gabriel explained that he got back to the bar about 20 minutes after leaving your house. "I was getting in to my car when this brick wall of a guy grabbed my arm. He punched me a couple of times in the face. Then he started talking about how he saw us dancing and that it made him angry. I told him that he should get his own dance partner, that you were with me. That earned me a punch in the stomach," Gabe finished.

You stopped what you were doing and pinched the bridge of your nose with your thumb and forefinger. "What's wrong, Cupcake?" Gabriel asked, taking your hands in his.

"I think I know who did this to you. My ex-boyfriend, Connor, must have been in the bar and saw us together. I'm so sorry, Gabriel that he hurt you," you said softly, tears shining in your eyes.

"Hey now, it's not your fault, Baby Girl, none of this is," he assured you. Wanting to know more, Gabe asked, "So, what happened with you and Connor?"

You swallowed a sob before you continued. "He and I broke up about six months ago. Found out he was cheating on me, but somehow the blame for that was on me," you muttered. "Connor and I were together for about three years. But it was during the last six months of those three years that we didn't....you know....," you trailed off. "Guess he went and found someone new to fill that need.

"I've been so busy with my regular workload lately. Now it's only going to get worse, because I'm in charge of the school's Variety Show," you continued. "You should probably run for the hills far away from me, Gabriel. I mean, psycho ex-boyfriend and workaholic doesn't exactly scream 'stable relationship material'," you finished.

"Pfft! Are you kidding me?" he scoffed. "Last night was about the best date--no--it was THE best date I've been on in years," Gabriel declared. He squeezed your hands as firmly as his wounds would allow. "Honeybun, I don't know what it is about you, but I already feel like I've known you my whole life. We have the same sense of humor. It's cheesy, but it works for us," he explained.

You giggled. "And at least we have a cute story to tell people about how we met," you pointed out, to which he nodded.

"Dancing with you in my arms was like...coming home. When we were out there on your porch swing, I felt like I'd spent every summer night for years doing that with you. And kissing you is an otherworldly experience, Sugar. Connor didn't know what a great thing he had with you when he betrayed your trust," Gabe said, softly stroking your cheek with his index finger.

"I guess in a way, I should be grateful about what happened between Connor and me, because it put me on the path that led to you. Gabe, I love that I can be myself when I'm with you, that I feel comfortable around you. It's like we've already been together for years, even though I know we've only just met tonight. You came along at just the right time in my life," you told him.

"One question, though. Can I kiss you?" you asked softly. "I promise not to cause further damage," you remarked.

Gabriel chuckled quietly. "Of course you can, Cupcake," he replied. You reached up to gently cradle his face in your hand and slowly draw him towards you to close the gap. Your lips met in a tentative kiss, because you were trying desperately not to hurt Gabe. You let him take the lead, and as your mouths moved with each other, the kisses grew more insistent, driven by desire.

"Whoa," you whispered, trying to catch your breath. "Gabe, that was amazing," you remarked.

"Not so bad yourself, sweetheart," he replied, also trying to catch his breath. "By the way, I'm so glad I have such a lovely nurse taking very good care of me. I think I'll need to be on bed rest for a while, though, and I would love to do that here," he suggested, waggling his eyebrows.

You tapped your index finger on your lips as if deep in thought. "Well, that depends. Do you think the best medicine is eggs and bacon, or pancakes and sausage?" you grinned.

"Let's decide in the morning, Honeybun. Wait and see what we're hungry for," he replied seductively before capturing your lips in a heated kiss.

"Hmm. Maybe if you're a good boy, I'll even set you up with a sponge bath, courtesy of yours truly," you grinned slyly.

Gabriel's eyes nearly went back into his head with bliss at the prospect of a personalized sponge bath. "Aw, Cupcake, you say the sweetest things," he replied.

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“Did you hear?” They were clustered together, whispering.

“Hear what?”

“Gabriel is back in heaven.”

“Do not spread such rumors, Sidriel.”

“It is true, brother. He’s returned to us.”

“Eremiel, you would know better than anyone if this is truth. Has he returned?”

“I’ve not seen him, nor have I heard of his coming. Gabriel’s distaste for heaven is well known, Sidriel. Apologies, but I think you are mistaken.”

“I’ve heard of it from Nanael, who saw him. As did-” Sidriel was cut off by a flurry of wings. The four angels grouped together all turned, looking around to find the source. Once they looked forward again, in the middle of their cluster stood the smiling archangel. “Gabriel! What are you- Ow!”

Cries of pain rang out as Gabriel collected a few feathers from each. “Good day, brothers and sisters.” he smiled as he collected. “Sorry for the interruption, but I need a little something. Lovely to see you all again, perhaps we’ll have another family reunion soon. Bye bye.” and then he was gone as quick as he had appeared.

“Ofaniel, warn the others. Gabriel is taking feathers and likely working some magic. He’ll need to be found and stopped.  Sidriel, find him and watch him. Eremiel, guard the gate. I’ll get the garrison.”

A flurry of wings, and they were gone again, a lone feather fluttering to the ground. Fingers plucked it up and Gabriel smiled. “Thanks, Sidriel. Good luck tracking me.”

You were about to head down the stairs in the war room behind Dean, when he stopped suddenly and you bumped into him. “What-”

“What the hell? Did some sorority girls get in here and have a pillow fight, or..”

“Why are there feathers everywhere?” Sam stepped past you and Dean both, going down a two steps and picking one up.

“That’s what I was wondering.”

“Angel feather.” You gasped, stepping past Dean to pluck it out of Sam’s hand. You looked down at the trail that ran down the stairs and through the war room. “Oh my god, they’re all angel feathers..” you moved down the stairs, collecting different ones.

“Who would do such a thing?” Cas stood by Dean, who just looked confused. “Most of these have not simply been shed, this would have been extremely painful.”

“So, someone's ripping out angel feathers and bringing them here? Why?”

“Hello, brother. I need to ask a favour.” Everyone turned to find Gabriel standing at the top of the stairs. “It’s a doozy.”

You followed the trail as it wound its way through the bunker, smiling and picking up a few feathers here and there, knowing you could easily grab the rest later. You were in awe of the variety there was. You could tell them all apart, the slight colour differences, or shapes to them. You wondered who could have collected them all, and why bring them here. But to be honest, you should have known. Only one person knew what your treasure was.

Following the trail to your bedroom door, you froze for an instant, wondering what you’d find on the other side. Freeing up a hand without dropping a single feather, you reached out and slowly turned the knob. Pushing the door open, you gasped at what you found, the feathers you’d been holding forgotten as they fell to the floor.

Gabriel stood in your room, next to where your bed had been. But your bed was gone. In its place, was a nest of angel feathers. He was tossing black feathers into the mix when he heard the gasp and turned. “Sorry.” He chuckled awkwardly. “Had a last minute addition to add.”

“Those are..” you stepped forward and picked up the pitch black feathers, darker yet somehow shinier than any of the others. They were long, and had a slight curve to them.

“Castiel's. He wasn’t thrilled with my request.” He chuckled again. “Sorry I couldn’t make it dragon sized, I-”

“It’s beautiful, Gabriel. But I don’t think you understand what you just did.”

Gabriel smiled, holding up one of his own golden feathers out to you. “I’m perfectly aware of what I did and what it means.”

Gingerly taking the feather from him, you twirled it between your fingers. “Won’t you get in trouble?”

“Look around.” He laughed. “I’m already in trouble. Besides, who’s going to mess with an Archangel and a dragon? From what I hear, dragons are fiercely protective of their treasures, and their mates.” he winked.

“Yes. We are.”

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When you first see him, you are wary. You can tell he is not human, as his pelts smell of the ozone of the gods. And Æsir gods, oh , they bring trouble. Your mother, when you were a child, told stories of the lands of her youth, of gods leading humans and creatures alike to realms that did not belong to them. Rolling valleys and blessed lakes that were once untouched by human hands were poisoned and vast holy forests taken for scrap, taken to build homes and weapons used to slaughter those of your own kind. Yes , the gods were trouble.  

You flit through the trees, silent save for the rustling of leaves, and begin to plot. What were gods fearful of? Surely not landvættir, curses meant nothing to gods with more magic than your own. No, not landvættir.   Jötnar.

The god comes to rest by a stream, bare toes slipping beneath the water’s current. You wait, still perched high in the branches, and focus. Jötnar are those of legend, those of fire and decay, and the one you’d heard most of was that of Fenrir. Prophesied to devour Odin in Ragnarok. You picture him, fur as dark as the ocean’s chasms, claws as long as a sapling, and you growl deep in your chest as your seidrsurrounds you, pricking up the hair on your arms. And then you are Fenrir, devourer, heir to the bloodline of the jötunn Laufey, and you will keep the gods from taking your land.

The god’s attention is on you now as another growl rips it’s way from your throat, teeth gleaming in the light filtering through the tree-cover. His eyes find yours and he does not move, you growl once more, heavy and ravenous, and he smiles. Though this sets you off guard, as he seems not to be even the least bit startled, you continue-

“Be gone from these lands,” You boom, “Be gone or--”  

The god grins wider, “Fenrir! It is good to see you, my dear child!” His tone is flat, cold, and for a moment, you think your plan has worked, that he will turn tail and run and leave your forest be.

But his eyes do not leave yours and his mouth, oh, it twists into a wicked smirk and you think, maybe, just maybe, you had managed to bite off a bit more than you could chew with this one.

“Leave this forest.” You try again, voice softer than before, “These lands belong to -”

“Fenrir, darling, one would think you would want to see your father. After all the time we have been separated, all of the torture, the trials…” He pauses, forefinger tapping his lips, “Say, were you not bound the last time I saw you?” There’s a snap and you can feel your seidr weaken, illusion fading with it.  You move to run, but he’s on you quicker than you could take your first step. His fingers wrap around your shoulder and turn you toward him.

“Landvættir.” He breathes, eyes shining auburn, “Honestly, it is just not nice to impersonate a stranger’s children,” There is an lightness in his tone, as if he’s almost laughing. His hand moves to your face, thumb tracing the outline of your cheekbone and following up to brush wayward hair from your forehead. You do not speak. The tales you’ve heard of him - of Loki - were not kind. And yet, he stand there, still, looking into your eyes like he’s trying to find something.

“I’m not here to take what’s yours.” A smile plays on his lips and the hand in your hair drops secures itself around your wrist and squeezes, “Just passing through.” He is gone not a moment later; he is there, and then he is not - like the rustle of leaves you hear behind you in the dead of night. He will return, though - the black band of ink encircling your wrist assures you as it burns cold on your skin. You will be ready when he returns.

A/N: Jeez guys, forgive me, it’s been like 6 years since I’ve written xreader fic. I wanted to get the hardest square out of the way first lol.