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[ineffable-angel.livejournal.com]

Date: February 11th, 2001
Setting: Hospital Wing
Status: Private - Aziraphale, Loki
Summary: Aziraphale tells Loki of Uriel's evident departure.




Dark and cold, the hospital wing welcomed a quiet soul with its sombre cleanliness and antiseptic smell. Down to the room where its sole patient of the day rested he walked, listening to the quiet tap-tap of his hard-soled shoes on the stone floors.

If the god had been well, he would've waited. If the god showed any signs of anything but getting sicker and sicker as time went on, he would've waited. In case he was the one announcing the news of a friend's departure, instead of timidly asking where she and her new son might be, as he wanted to.

Regardless of fights, regardless of the current love lost between he and Crowley, the angel did keep his past promises to the best of his ability, and his inexplicable inability to find the child he'd promised to help take care of irked him, ever so slightly.

Besides this, there was the deeply guilty feeling of a friend, or at least a neighbour, being so ill and so near him. Would it have pained him to come earlier, to say hello before he'd needed information?

"Hello," he was saying now, knocking on the door in the quiet of the wing. "Hello, good morning. It's Aziraphale. May I come in?"

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[ineffable-angel.livejournal.com]

Regretfully, the angel shook his head. "She's gone, Loki."

He sat in silence for a while, musing over the child Bran and the angel Uriel. Probably kept on this 'little trip' with the Doctor... well.

"If it is any consolation whatsoever, you're welcome to call on me for help. My healing skills may not match those of Gabriel or Crowley, but I offer them, at least."

A consolation prize, Aziraphale thought, but the best he could feasibly do.

"Just let me know."

[leucemic-god.livejournal.com]

Gone, lost, alone. He'd lost all his family all over again and once again they hadn't even said good bye. He felt like crying, but Viking gods didn't cry. Especially no in front of poncy little not-gods no matter how nice and harmless they might be.

So Loki did the only other thing he could think of to deal with his grief. He got angry. Anger was safe. Viking gods were allowed to get angry, were expected to even.

"And how do you think that's going to help?" he yelled. "Gabriel has tried to cure this. Some actual, real healing gods have tried. And you think a pathetic little librarian not-god can do what they can't? There's nothing you can do for me, nothing at all!"

[ineffable-angel.livejournal.com]

Ringing silence filled the small room.

"All right," the angel acquiesced, after a moment. It wasn't so much as an agreement as it was a cautionary comfort to grief that needed an outlet. "Would you like me to go, then?"

[leucemic-god.livejournal.com]

Loki's first impulse was to yell yes and he almost did, but then the not-god would go and he'd be alone with his boredom again. His boredom and his memories of his sister and the nephew he'd never met.

And there was nothing Loki could do. He was much too weak to go look for his sister. Perhaps he'd have had a chance to find Odin, if he'd gone looking right away. Back then he had still been able to travel a bit.

"Will you tell me, if you hear from her?" Ezra was of the same pantheon and faction. Surely he had ways to contact his fellows that Loki had not.