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Date: March 28, 2003
Status: Public (Loki, Gabriel, Aziraphale - Complete)
Setting: Manor garden
Summary: ... Actually just randomly posting something hoping somebody wants to play with Loki.

Okay, his trout shape did not like the manor pond. If he'd taken a moment to think about it, he'd have known before he'd tried it. Trouts belonged in flowing water. He should have tried to become a goldfish instead, but the trout was his most familiar fish shape and it had been a spontaneous decision.

He hastily returned to human shape, crawled out of the water and lay gasping and wet next to the pond.

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Gabriel stifled a laugh as she sniffed him; it was ticklish. He stroked the shiny scales, rubbing along the bridge of her snout, amazed at how small his own hand looked against her head.

Oh yes, that felt good! Loki lowered her head a little more, closed her eyes and hissed with pleasure.

Gabriel laughed, stroking a little higher. Who knew that a contented dragon would act like a contented cat?

He hoped nobody looked outside and got a shock, though.

Very carefully Loki lowered herself onto her belly to give the little god better access. Maybe Gabriel wasn't all bad after all. Surely nobody who liked cats, had wings and could pet like this could be entirely mean.

Gabriel smiled; dragon-Loki really was behaving like a cat. He shifted to lightly scratch the smooth, warm scaly cheek, the way he would for a cat (albeit with slightly more force than with a cat) before resuming rubbing her snout.

"I'd ask about breathing fire, but I doubt Ms Hodges would be very happy if we destroyed the grounds," he murmured.

Humans had always been fascinated by dragons, and looking at Loki, it was easy to see why.

Loki didn't feel like breathing fire at the moment anyway. She was much too comfortable and sleepy. She tilted her head a bit inviting Gabriel to scratch under her chin and rumbled her appreciation.

There was something she ought to ask Gabriel, but to do so she'd have to shift back to her human shape. She couldn't form English words with her split tongue.

Gabriel scratched under her chin, laughing softly at the appreciative rumble. "You know, you're like a very large and scaly cat, behaviour-wise."

He tilted his head, remembering other dragon legends he had read. "Can you speak, as a dragon? In any language?"

Loki opened her eyes again and regarded Gabriel through the one closer to him. He was a bit too close to focus on clearly.

Concentrating very hard she formed the words 'Like this.' in her native tongue. It came out sounding something like: "Phrssch Rcks."

Was that close enough? She looked at Gabriel expectantly.

Aziraphale had organised his bottles of wine, only to discover that one of the newer bottles had come with a light blue ribbon that reminded him of the eyes of that young kitten which had adopted Gabriel. Earl Grey. Thinking of how fetching the adorable thing would look with a bow, Aziraphale had taken it to the library, only to find that he hadn't been there.

Aziraphale had traced Gabriel out to the gardens. And found he was... talking to, to something large...

Aziraphale walked until he could clearly see that what Gabriel was speaking to was in fact a dragon, and he vaguely wondered if Crowley had laced his coffee with something illegal again. For lack of anything better to do, he stopped on the lawn, bow in his hands, and stared.

Gabriel blinked. "Um, was that dragon language?"

He wondered if eye contact was polite or not, and settled for looking at her snout, when he sensed another presence nearing and turned.

"Aziraphael! Hello." Oh dear. The Principality looked rather stunned.

"Hello Gabriel," Aziraphale said, hoping Gabriel could hear him but not really being able to be much louder out of fear of getting eaten. It would be a terrible start to the day. Besides, the obvious question, what is a dragon doing here?, seemed too obvious to voice aloud.

Forget stunned, he looked outright terrified. Gabriel laughed, continuing to pet Loki.

"You've already met Loki, haven't you?"

"Oh," said Aziraphale, not sure what else to say.

Figuring that any sort of animosity Loki might feel for him could be deflected by Gabriel if need be, and making a mental note to tread a little more cautiously should he ever run into the pseudo-Norse god alone, Aziraphale started taking small steps forward. No need to get attacked if it could be avoided, after all.

"How... peculiar. He can turn into a dragon? Er, rhetorical question. I see that."

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