Baker's Street
Loki’s POV
Lestrade had left me with the stupid woman who was determined to hate me, mostly because this Sherlock man is interested in me, or that’s what I’ve got from the guards at this place. All guard like to gossip no matter the realm and I have learnt people talk more freely when they think you asleep.
Though her stupidity is useful, and it makes breaking her stubbornness fun.
“Sally, can I have more please?” I asked, holding my bowl out. She grabs it and heads to the counter to get more.
She may be acting annoyed but she had a small smile. Mortals are so easy, all I had to do was quote the book from her bag and I’m already cracking her shell.
I look over to the door for Lestrade, he’s an interesting mortal: not a good man like Captain America or dark like the Black Widow, not even selfish like the Man of Iron or damaged like Hawkeye and the Beast but a person trying to do the best when he knows the world is against him. Trust isn’t something I give out easily but this man may be worth some. The Detective Inspector then walks back through the door putting his phone in his pocket.
*Bang*
“Thank you, Sally,” I say sweetly as the woman smashes the bowl down on the table. So maybe she's smarter than I thought, she figured out I was manipulating her. Oh, she has become interesting and I feel my mouth curl into a smile.
Wait; am I enjoying spending time with these mortals?
“Hey Loki, I have a Doctor friend who's coming to pick you up. Him and his flat mate are going to let you stay with them. Now, why don’t we see if we can find you some warmer clothes from lost and found?”
“Do I not get a choice?” I ask finishing the pastry Sally had brought me.
“Well yeah I suppose; do you want to go back on the street, to a hostel or to Dr Watson’s?” Greg asked rhetorically. I don’t know what a hostel is but from Greg’s tone of voice, the Doctors place is better.
“Fine, where are these clothes?” I ask feeling better now I’ve slept and eaten.
Greg leads the way to a room of things people have lost and not claimed. Apparently, if the owners have not claimed their property after 6 months we can take it.
Sally soon finds a green jumper.
“Matches your eyes,” she comments and I roll them at her.
Greg then searches in the charity bin. Where people donate unwanted but usable clothes. He finds me a long, light brown coat and a pair of black jeans. Greg and Sally then lead me to a bathroom where I can change.
When I exit only Sally is there.
“Where is Greg?” I ask, as she looks me up and down.
“Not as revealing as the leather but practical,” she mutters more to herself and then hands me a plastic bag to put my clothes in, “Busy but what’s wrong with me?” she asks playfully and I smile at her, which seems to be the way to get this woman. She is big on being open, honest and earning trust.
“Nothing my Lady,” I say and she laughs at the use of the word ‘Lady’.
“My bets are still on run away rich kid,” she says playfully and then seriously she says, “Lestrade is talking to John.”
“John’s the Doctor I assume?” I say, ruffling my hair so it falls free.
“Yep,” Sally says standing in front of me. Pulling my hand away she sorts my hair out, “much better,” she comments, turning my collar down she leads the way down the corridor.
We enter the office and Greg is sitting behind a desk with a short man standing opposite.
“Ah, Loki, this is John,” Greg introduces and I shake Johns' hand. He has a strong grip for a mortal.
“Well, if you have everything, I think we should be going?” John says kindly, but he stands like a warrior.
I suddenly look to Greg and find I don’t want to leave.
Wait, stupid mortal thoughts, I don’t need these people, I just…
“Loki?” I think Sally said that, she is the one with her hand on my shoulder.
“Sorry, I just… Thank you, Greg,” I say holding my hand out which he takes.
“No problem,” he says with a smile.
The first mortal I think has any worth, Greg is a special man, and I will miss him.
“Good bye Lady Sally,” I say with a teeth-baring smile and she playfully hits me.
“Stop that,” she replies with a smile of her own.
“Well then,” John says looking humoured and confused. He then points to the door.
“Shall we go?” he asks and I nod.
He leads the way out of the building and then gets into a car that was waiting. John leans forward and tells the driver an address and then turns to me as the vehicle moves.
“I’m Doctor John Watson, call me John,” he says.
“Loki,” I say.
“Is that all?” he asks and I find I like this moral less than the other two, this one is chatty like Stark and defiantly a hero.
“Loki Laufeyson,” I say and try not to wince, but using this name lessens the chance of Thor finding me.
“Ok,” John says, “By the way, Lestrade asked me to give you a medical check up, apparently you have been out in the cold in a thin shirt.”
I hum in agreement and the man looks out the window. Oh so he can be quiet, interesting, maybe he will be tolerable.
The rest of the journey was silent. When the car stopped we got out, John paid the driver and then he opened a black door and headed upstairs. I followed him into a messy lounge.
“Ok,” John says throwing his keys down and taking off his coat, “I live here with my flat mate, Sherlock who is out at the moment, he’s… a bit different to most people and the reason for the mess, but I’m sure you will get along fine,” he then hangs his coat up and reached for mine, which I take off and hand him.
While John is distracted I look round the room. One wall holds bookcases, which are full. Another wall has desks by windows that are covered in papers and electronic devices, and the chairs are well used, some of them piled high with old newspapers and files. This is a lived in house and I own what is in my bag. I sigh and notice John is watching me.
“Erm,” he says once he has been caught, “Do you have any other clothes?” he asks pointing at my bag.
“No,” I say and put the bag next to a chair, “May I?” I ask and John waves at the chair.
“Be my guest,” he says and I sit. “Well Sherlock’s a similar build to you and he has a lot of clothes as gifts that he doesn’t wear, well if it isn’t some suit or nightclothes, he doesn’t wear it, so there should be something for you.”
“Thank you,” I say, looking into the kitchen now. Plates and cups sat in the sink and jars of things sat on the worktop with science equipment, similar to that Selvig used, on the main table.
“So there’s a room downstairs free, I’ll need to ask Mrs Hudson, the landlady if you can have it but first, why don’t we check your health?” he says and picks up a medical bag from under the desk.
Medicine on Midgard is very different to Asgard and so I have no idea what the doctor was doing to me. At one point he asks me to take my jumper off and he stares for a moment before continuing, muttering about, buff homeless men.
While he was listening to my chest another man entered the room. His blue eye met my green and he then studied my face. I assume this to be Sherlock as he certainly was different, most mortals have looked me up and down but I find myself looking away from those brilliant eyes and being the one doing the looking up and down instead. He certainly was attractive.
Sherlock seeing John broke the moment. Suddenly, he began removing he scarf and coat reviling a suit (defiantly Sherlock). His legs went on forever and I watched his long fingers as he hung the scarf and coat up. I look away.
Oh, this mortal body is driven by lust.
I look up and Sherlock is gone, John never saw him. The doctor finished his check-up and handed me, my jumper back. He then packed up his tools and put the bag back under the table.
“Well, you’re healthy, how old are you?” he asked.
“30,” I don’t know but that sounds good.
“Well you are very healthy then, I’m going to talk to Mrs Hudson about that room, stay here and read a book or watch TV… err you can go in the kitchen if you want a coffee but Sherlock does keep strange things in there so be warned,” John said and left.
I take this chance to get a closer look at the bookshelf and pick out a few novels. Then hearing someone in the room I turn and find Sherlock. I put my books on the table and sit in the armchair; Sherlock sits opposite.
He temples his fingers and I find myself watching them again and imagine things and… oh in the name of the All-father this mortal body just wants sex.
“I know who you are,” Sherlock suddenly says and I find his voice to be sexy as well. I then register the words and frown.
“I don’t know what you mean?” I say and relax into the chair.
“You are Loki, the man who tore up New York City and attacked Germany, well a city in Germany,” he explained.
“Oh,” I say, “It’s a long story, I have no interest in your planet really, mortals are… insignificant,” I say with a wave of my hand and Sherlock looks confused.
“Why try and take over then?” he asks genuinely curious.
I sigh, “I did warn you, it’s a long story.”
“I’ve got time keep it interesting though, I don’t want to get bored,” Sherlock said bluntly and jumped up on the chair so he could sit on his feet comfortably, he acts so young.
“Fine,” I say, crossing my own legs, “Let's begin at the Bifrost, I fell and thought I was going to die in the void, that was my aim, but an, ‘Alien’ called Thanos found me. Thanos is an immortal Titan but is in love with Lady Death and so to please her, he kills, basically. There’s more to it than that but... boring,” Sherlock nods,
“Thanos has a creature called, the Other working for him, this creature can create pain in the mind and, other boring stuff but basically they have an army the Chitauri, a whole species at their command. They want the Tesseract, a power source that has been on Earth for the past few decades. It's one of the power sources for the Infinity Gauntlet a weapon that can be used to cause chaos across the universe,” I pause here, I had forgotten half the reasons I did these things, the temptation of chaos was a major part and well as stopping the Other’s torture.
“And…” Sherlock says impatiently.
“Sorry, the Tesseract was being tested on Earth alerting Thanos to it presents. So they sent me to get it, believing that I would want Midgard in exchange, so they gave me their army, I came here, collected the stuff to make the portal…”
“By stuff, you’re including people?” Sherlock interrupted and I gave him a dirty look but he didn’t seem bothered. I really want to break this man.
“Yes. Anyway, I opened the portal but the Avengers stopped it and I was taken to Asgard for punishment. Thanos probably wants me dead at the moment and is hunting me as we speak but he will not be able to find me in my current form,” I finish as John walks in.
“Oh, you two have met,” John says with a smile.
“Yes,” Sherlock says still looking at me, “Meet Loki, you know the man or shall I say, God, who wanted to rule the Earth, but don’t worry, he was made to by a mad Alien, I have understood right haven’t I?”
Oh, I want to kill this infuriating man, but at the same time, I want to kiss him and make him scream my name.
“Yes, perfectly,” I say with a smile and John sits in the arm of Sherlock’s chair.
“Wow, that makes the conversation as I walked in to make much more sense. So why are you here?” John asks.
“We were just getting to that bit, go on Loki,” Sherlock says.
I just want to stab a knife in him or kiss him till he is breathless… oh, why are human emotions so confusing?
“Fine, after the Avengers caught me I was sent back the Asgard for punishment by my fa… by the King, which was for me to be sent to Midgard as a mortal and learn... some lesson,” I say waving my hand at the end to cover my stumble.
“Right,” John said, he was reminding me of the captain now, a man who has seen war.
It was quiet for a moment. Well back on the street for me or maybe Greg will find me a ‘hostel’. Hopefully, I’m not put in prison or S.H.I.E.L.D. will find me for sure.
“Oh, Mrs Hudson will let you have the room, by the way, I’ll cover for a month but you will need to get a job to start paying your way,” John says.
“What? You still want me to stay?” I ask confused by this mortal.
“Yes, you’re not boring,” Sherlock says with a large false smile.
John sighs, “Well you're human now, you were sent here for a second chance, so who am I to let you waste it,” he says.
I smile kindly at him, “I have money from my previous visits to Midgard, I just need to go to a bank,” I say and turn to Sherlock, “Is ‘not boring’ a compliment?” I ask, looking into those blue eyes.
“Yes, I suppose it is,” Sherlock replied with the first real smile of the night.
We smile at each other until John interrupts.
“That’s good, we’ll go to the bank tomorrow,” he said and then stood, “Well I’m going to pick out some clothes for Loki from stuff you don’t wear Sherlock.”
“Fine.” Sherlock says and then it clicked what John had said and jumped up, “Wait,” Sherlock called as John left the room, “I’ve got to make sure it’s the right stuff.”
I could hear the man complaining the whole way down the hall and couldn’t help laughing.
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