Gabriel gasped as the god's hand closed around his knee; he cut a rather undignified figure as he threw out flailing arms, trying desperately to keep his balance.

Wings burst out from his back instinctively, flapping hard to keep him airborne; unfortunately, they were a sudden pull against Loki's grip, and his other foot slipped against the edge of the carpeting.

The angel and the god landed rather hard on the floor in a tangle of limbs and feathers. Gabriel pulled away enough that his wings were not touching Loki, then tried to apologise, but all that came out was laughter.