Speedy's Cafe
John’s POV
Loki settled in well at Bakers Street. He was interesting enough for Sherlock to notice him, (it only took a God) and he’s an ex-soldier like me so we exchanged stories, mostly about strategy. He also liked to learn; Loki spent most of his days reading about Earth, London and England, at my request. I want Loki to understand humans, (a bit more than Sherlock does) before I let him out into the world by himself to work.
When Loki wasn’t reading, he was being roped in by Mrs Hudson to help around the house. He was soon being taught how to cook, clean and sew. He took to cooking and cleaning well but found sowing to being frustrating and so left it to the landlady. Watching Loki try to sow was very funny and even Sherlock would smile at his spectacular failures.
After a month or so the three of us were eating in the Speedy Café, next to our flat. I turned the conversation to Loki getting a job when I solved my own problem. Loki and Sherlock were chatting when I saw it and I was quite proud of myself for solving things the two so-called ‘genius’ couldn’t.
“Hey Loki, what do you think about working in this café?” I asked interrupting their conversation. Loki looked interested while Sherlock looked annoyed and shot me a look. Sherlock hates having Loki’s attention taken from him, I don’t think he notices it though.
“What do you mean Doctor?” Loki asked and I point to the ‘help wanted’ poster behind the till.
“That, and I’ve told you to call me John so many times,” I said with a sigh and turning back to my food. You can tell Loki was a Prince with his use of titles.
Loki and Sherlock ate very little and so were just drinking tea by this point.
“Oh,” Loki said and then went to the till to speak with the employee there, he was very willing to speak to people, it seems not even the ‘all-father’ could take away his silver tongue.
Sherlock watched every move Loki made. I smirked again and Sherlock caught it this time and frowned in confusion.
“What?” he asked.
“You don’t like many people Sherlock but Loki ‘interests’ you and that’s saying something,” I explained pointing at the man with my fork.
“Are you saying I ‘fancy’ him?” Sherlock said his nose wrinkling in disgust at the idea.
“Your words, not mine mate,” I said finishing my plate and wiping my face with the napkin. Loki's manners were rubbing off on me. “Right, I’ve got a date, so I'll see you two later,” I said as I stood, putting my coat on proud that I planted an idea in Sherlock’s head.
Loki then rejoined the table.
“Have fun John,” he said taking the pen Sherlock offered and started filling in the application form.
“Yeah, don’t do anything I wouldn’t,” Sherlock, said distractedly.
“Um, thanks, Sherlock, I think?” I said confused, that was not a Sherlock-like-thing to say, have I broke him? Maybe I should have left him be. Loki exchanged a look with me showing he had noticed it too.
“I’ll help you with that later,” I say to Loki, pointing at the form and he nods at me. With that, I left the café for my date hoping Sherlock would be better by the time I got back.
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Sherlock’s POV
Loki and I moved to the lounge in Bakers Street after John left. We sat in silence; the only sound being the TV and Loki on the laptop. I sat in front of the TV and Loki sat at the desk; I don’t know what I was supposed to be watching. I was thinking about what John said in the café.
Could I have a ‘crush’? Loki is good looking but he’s a God and most people found him good looking, well they all stare at him enough. Most of John's dates that had seen Loki had begun flirting with him, with John right there. John has terrible taste in women.
Loki was a natural at dealing with people, as a prince should but he could also flirt back if the woman took his fancy; though I don’t know if Loki had taken any to bed. When John has asked he only ever replies, ‘I’m studying humans, as you told me to’.
Loki’s good at lying, he’s the God of Lies, but I can see through most people. We are perfectly balanced; maybe that’s why I notice him, why I am attracted to him.
Attracted? Damn.
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