A/N: So this happened. In response to THIS question sent in by thejenmonster. Not only did it become a lot longer than I planned, it’s now, apparently, going to be part of a 3 part fic that will be roughly the length of half a chapter of “The Unusual Suspects,” and headcanon for TUS2. The title, of course, comes from Milton’s Paradise Lost, based on the line “Tis better to reign in Hell, than to serve in Heaven.” It will make more sense as the fic goes on. I REGRET NOTHING. I needed some seriously happy feels in a seriously huge way, and this totally filled my B’AWWW cup.
ALSO, GDI, now I want to write Heaven at war with the FROST GIANTS. AAAAH, TOO MANY THINGS TO WRITE!! ENJOY!!
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Castiel approached the large chair at the head of the table. “Odin All-father,” he said, bowing his head. “I was informed you wished to speak with me.”
Odin smiled at the angel, still young in many senses, and rising from his chair motioned to the hallway. “Walk with me, Castiel.”
Castiel fell into step beside Odin, left the din of the banquet far behind and retreated into the lush gardens of the Asgardian Palace. He preferred this; the quiet places. There was the sound of the waterfalls and of children’s laughter as they ran the winding paths. Castiel smiled. Here he could hear his own thoughts, reflect on them and mediate on his place in the Plan of his Father’s.
It was soothing.
The All-Father seemed to sense the pensive intensity of Castiel and, for a long while, said nothing. When he did, his voice was soft. “I owe you a great debt, Castiel of Heaven.”
“You owe me no such thing,” Castiel said, eyes wandering around the garden as he spoke.
Odin smiled. He was perfectly aware that Castiel was, in fact, giving him his full attention, however as a being of such remarkable intellect, he was still able to examine the gardens with an equal amount of attention. The angels were… strange when compared to the Asgardians. Omniscient and omnipresent and yet innocent as babes. Their purity was both their strength as well as their greatest flaw, in Odin’s opinion. He couldn’t understand why a father would not want his children to grow. To learn for themselves and change their worlds for the better. But it was not the All-father’s place to question.
“You are too modest, young angel,” Odin said. “If we stand here in Asgard today, it is due to the strength and wisdom of your garrison.”
“Balthazar is equally deserving of praise.”
“On the contrary,” Odin chuckled. “He claims that the success of the battle is only due to your ability to craft a plan, to give orders. He says if there is any good he has done, it is only because of your masterful ability to lead.”
Castiel did not look at Odin, but his expression change to one of utter confusion. “He said these things?”
Odin smiled. “In considerably more words, but yes… in essence.”
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