Title: falling

Disclaimer: not my characters

Warnings: none

Rating: PG

Wordcount: 130

Point of view: third

Prompt: Loki, fear.

He might've been the drunkest being in creation, but he stood before God's Throne and threw down his flaming sword and declined to work for God anymore, and he did not fear.

God cast him out, into the wilds of humanity, and told him to never come home, but he did not fear.

He existed, taking his small pleasures in tormenting humanity, for centuries, away from home and God and everyone but Bartleby, and he did not fear.

But this, what Bartleby is saying, sounding like the MorningStar, the only other angel besides Bartleby that Loki has ever loved, the one he didn't follow, choosing God and Bartleby-now, this moment, Loki fears.

He will have to choose again, what is right over his brother, and he is sorely afraid.