No to exams.
That is all.
No to exams.
That is all.
"Sometimes I wish I had some kind of cool origin story."
The admission is out of the blue and quiet, Gabriel’s face pensive and far away, and it lets Sam know that this is something that’s been genuinely plaguing Gabriel for a while.
"What do you mean?"
"Gods usually have origin stories. The guy tosses himself into the fire and becomes the Sun, a Titan’s balls are thrown into the ocean and a goddess is born from seafoam, ya know? Cool stuff like that." Gabriel purses his lips. "I was just…made. One second I don’t exist, and the next, my Father is bending light and sound and poof- there I am. It’s not very dramatic."
Sam thinks about it. “Maybe not as an archangel, but don’t you have an origin story as Loki?”
Gabriel shoots him a look. “I’m not really Loki. You know that, Sam. That origin story belongs to the real Loki, not me.”
There’s a long silence while Sam thinks about it some more. It’s not possible that a being as powerful and magnificent and broken as Gabriel doesn’t have a story to explain it.
It hits him. “You may not have an origin story in terms of mythology, but did you ever think about comic books?”
Gabriel turns to look at him, brows furrowed and lips quirked at the edges and Sam can almost feel the sarcastic remark that’s about to come, so he continues before it does.
"Hear me out. Most superheroes and villains are just regular people until something extreme happens to them. They get bitten by a radioactive spider or their parents are shot to death in front of them. Even Loki in the comic books was just a regular dude until he found out he was adopted."
Gabriel still didn’t look convinced.
"You may not have a cool story about how you were created," Sam continued, "but you do have a story that explains what you are and how you got here. And I think it’s one of the best origin stories I’ve ever heard."
Gabriel perked up at that. “You do?”
"Definitely." Sam grinned. "An angel sick of his crappy family runs away to find happiness for himself, becomes so bitter he turns into a villain, killing people for sport." Gabriel snorted. "But at the same time, he forms a bond with humanity, learns to love humans. In the end, he faces the brother he’s always loved, prepared to kill him for humanity, and becomes a martyr."
Gabriel looks down at his hands, considering it.
"If you ask me," Sam says, quietly, "I think that story is amazing."
Gabriel smiled at him, soft, slightly embarrassed. “Thanks, Sam. So if I’m the tragic, martyred hero, does that make you my spunky love interest that weeps after my death?”
Sam shoved him.
Casual reminder that if you are studying for finals to take a break every once in a while.
Get up, move around, go to the bathroom, have a snack, maybe kill a guy, you know, let your brain shut down for a little bit and have a break.