Loki woke up, but kept his eyes closed. He excepted to be in Hell, at the very least. He shifted-he didn't seem to be tied to anything-moved his arms under him, and pushed up. Once sitting up, he let himself open his eyes. He was dressed in what seemed to be pure white pajamas. Really soft white pajamas, though they weren't fluffy. He pushed his fingers through his forever-messy hair as he tried to figure out where he was.

A loud groan brought him out of his reverie. He half-turned, and saw a familiar brunette dressed in similar clothing. He could barely believe it till the other spoke.

"Way too fucking bright..."

Loki, almost by instinct, launched himself at the speaker. The brunette opened his eyes and tried to move, but it was too late. It took Bartleby a moment to realize that he was not being harmed, but hugged.

"Bartleby!"Bartleby's whole body relaxed at the happiness in Loki's voice. He carefully hugged back.

Loki was slightly surprised when he felt a warm wetness on his shoulder. He pulled back a bit.

"B?"

"I'm sorry!"

"Um...for what?"Now both looked confused.

"Loki, I don't know if you remember, but I sort of killed you."

"Uh-huh. And?"

"Aren't you at least annoyed at me?"

"Bartleby. I have killed hundreds of thousands in my life span, minimum, and you were still my friend. You went on one killing spree were you kill less than a hundred? I think I owe you that much."

"Good, because this was sickeningly endearing."But angels heads snapped in the direction of the British accent and its host. The Metatron looked suitably unimpressed. Loki resisted the impulse to flip him off.

VERY GOOD, LOKI. The familiar voice of God was like music, and both angels, after bowing respectably, hugged the smaller woman tightly. It was a while before they broke apart.

Loki raised a hand. God smiled, the Metatron rolled his eyes, and Bartleby did both.

YES, LOKI?

"Why aren't we in Hell?"

BECAUSE I A) DON'T THINK EITHER OF YOU DESERVE THAT-YOU BOTH, AFTER ALL, REPENTED, AND B)WE NEED BOTH OF YOU TO HELP US WITH SOMETHING. WILL YOU?

The two angels looked at each other. They both turned back to God and spoke in synch.

"Yes."

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