Loki

"Gabriel, what's the dog doing on my bed?" The archangel just looked up from his book.
"It seems that he's sitting there Sammkins, and it's our bad."
Sam in a little-frustrated move ruffles his hair. "First I can see him sitting Gabriel, but why he's even here. And this's still my bed, you've yours."
Gabriel stood up and when to pet the dog. "Well, this is Loki, my dog and I couldn't let him alone any longer. And don't worry he doesn't bite, but his master could." And with a shark as a smile, he threw himself on the hunter.