neutral_omens | (no subject)

Time: July 1, 2000
Place: Library
Status: Public
Summary: Where have all the flo ... er books, I mean ... books gone?

Asking Odin about fiends hadn’t sounded like such a good idea after all once Loki had thought it over. Not, if John wanted his problem kept secret. If it had been any other person in the manor, Loki would have just made up a story, but he knew Odin wasn’t likely to buy it no matter how well thought out it was.

So he decided to use the old fall-back: Read up on it.

He wandered into the library and over to the well-stocked section of books on Satanism and hell. ... Or at least he remembered it being well-stocked. There were still more books in there than in any other section, but the once tight packed shelves looked oddly empty. Some books had even fallen over, because there weren’t enough others left to support them.

None of the titles looked promising. Loki pouted at the meagre collection and went to search the next shelf over. The romance section still looked quite full. Maybe the books had simply been mis-shelved?

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Aziraphale watched him go, then slid his gaze back to Crowley. "Oh? I didn't have a clue at the time, but simply assumed only the most innocent of explanations."

The smile widened, and the angel looked towards the stairs. "Well, as it were, I'm sure you're quite up to standards just now and well, there is the small matter of a library that needs christening." His ears had gone a deep, bright pink. "In a manner of speaking. If you are, er, up for it?" He hadn't expected to be so bold, but the original flush of excitement had yet to wear off...

"Yeah, well, one doesn't like to talk about being temporarily bested in battle by an unfair knee to the groin when one is trying to defend the honour of one's feline companion," said Crowley, a faint grin playing on his lips.

"But I expect I could be up for assisting you by the time we get there." He grabbed Aziraphale's arm and pulled him towards the stairs.