St Bart's
Loki’s POV
Sherlock has been acting weird since lunch and I assume it because of something John had said to him. I will ask the man when he gets back from his date. In the meantime, I have this form to fill out. Any distraction would be nice but Sherlock seems in his own world.
I am half-tempted to ask him about the programme he’s watching to show he’s not paying attention but he suddenly jumps out of the chair startling me. He must have figured out whatever was bothering him.
“Right,” he said with a clap of his hands, “I’m going to Bart’s, its best you do... that,” here he shook his hand at my form, “thing with John here to help so you can come with me,” Sherlock then got his coat, throwing my brown trench coat at me.
I caught the coat and smile at his bluntness. Putting the form to one side I close the laptop. I had taken to technology well, which is surprising as Sherlock taught me and I find his presents very distracting. John tells me half the stuff Sherlock shows me isn’t legal and he’s just showing off. Maybe that’s Sherlock’s form of flirting. When we mess about on the computer or in the kitchen I find we smile more.
Might as well enjoy being human, the All-Father is likely to leave me like this for a while.
I then process what Sherlock has said, bloody distracting man.
“So what’s 'Bart’s'?” I ask putting my coat on.
Sherlock’s POV
I freeze at Loki’s question, I spend most of my time at Bart’s how does he not know… wait I haven’t been to Bart’s since Loki came. I haven’t had a major case since then, only cold cases, but I hadn’t been bored. Has Loki really taken that much of my attention?
“Sherlock?” Loki said and he moved forward into my personal space. Images flashed in my mind, of Loki sitting on the sofa or in the café and sitting just a bit too close, leaning into each other’s personal space with ease, my heart rate increase in his presence.
Taking a deep breath and spinning away from Loki, I composed myself.
“Sherlock? Is this normal behaviour?” Loki asked worriedly.
“No, but John told you that I’m not a normal human, come along I’ll tell you about St Bart’s in the cab,” I said calmer now, I then ran downstairs and into the street stopping a cab, Loki would catch up.
Sure enough, I open the cab door and Loki is locking the front door of 221B. I find myself holding the cab door for the man who just raises an eyebrow and gets in, my heart rate increases again. I take a deep breath of London’s cold air before getting in after him.
Once in the car and on our way I explain to Loki about St Bart’s. I am soon reminded of how easy it is to talk to Loki. He understands more than John even if he’s not from Earth and he likes to learn new things. I also like to show him how much better I am than other humans; John says I like to show off.
“St Bart’s is a hospital, mostly a student hospital but I use their lab for research for cases. I am friends-ish with a woman called Molly, who works in the mortuary, a place where dead bodies are kept before they’re buried, not very pleasant. I go there so I get to see the bodies for cases or do research on bodies donated to medical science,” I explain.
“Friends-ish?” Loki said confused and I sigh.
“She has a crush on me and I use that to get what I want,” I said and find myself feeling a little bad now I know what it feels like to have a crush, empathy. Loki was looking at me with a smile.
“I like you mortal,” Loki said. Loki only calls people, mortals as a joke these days, well since John punched him for calling Mrs Hudson an pathetic mortal. That was quite funny, though Loki didn’t think so. Apparently, punches hurt more as a mortal.
Once we reached the hospital I paid the cab and then led Loki through the halls. We were soon in the morgue, but we found that Molly wasn’t alone.
“Oh look, Loki is the freaks new assistant, John had enough?” Sally said and I saw Loki frown at her, John said they were quite friendly though.
“Sally, with all due respect, shut up,” Loki said before anyone else could speak. Wait does that mean he values me above Sally? I need to think that over later.
“Can’t say I’m glad to see you again,” Sally said looking Loki up and down, “Though I forgot how nice you are to look at,” she said and smiled. Loki winked and Molly blushed. Though my face didn’t react my heart rate increased. Being aware of this crush is bad for me, I realise.
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Loki’s POV
“Same to you Sally, and thank you,” I returned, this was our friendship I decided, but it won’t get any closer. She hates Sherlock too much and I don’t like her treating him bad because he thinks different. It’s too much like how Asgardian warriors treat magicians.
“Alright you two stop the banter,” Greg said playfully, “nice to see you again Loki.”
“Same to you Greg, though from what Sherlock has been telling me this isn’t the nicest of places to meet,” I said truly pleased to see the man again, we shook hands and I realise I’ve taken him on as a father figure and quickly step away.
Instead I look at the woman who must be Molly as most of her focus was on Sherlock. I smile at her when she looks my way and she blushed again.
“You must be the lovely Molly I have heard about from Sherlock,” I step towards her but Sherlock walked between us on the way to the body breaking the moment.
I was confused for a moment before realising Sherlock had done that on propose, jealous bastard, but jealous of who? I shrug at Molly and follow Sherlock to the body.
“What's the case?” Sherlock asked as he studied the body. It was interesting to watch the attention he gave, how relaxed and young his face got. I have grown fond of this mortal and others had begun to notice.
“This man is one of two bodies found, the other was decapitated. With each of them was three items each,” Molly explained pulling out the other body and standing between them. We all gathered around, “Ok the one missing the head, which we don’t have, by the way, had a spear, a model boat and some blonde hair,” she now turned to the first body. My attention was drawn away from Sherlock and Molly as I looked over the bodies, still listening to the woman talk. The bodies had markings I recognised on them.
“This one had a ring and hammer, with half a handle and a dead pig next to him. Both have some marks carved into them which we believe are runes.”
Well that’s my theory confirmed. I step away from the bodies and look at Sherlock again. I have seen enough.
“Are the marks runes?” Sherlock asks me while checking them over with his magnifying glass and not looking at me.
“Norse Runes,” I say, “This is the story of Lady Sif’s hair,” I say and the group stare at me blankly, even Sherlock so explained, “My mother was big on Norse Myths thus my name," I cover, then explain, "In the Norse Myth, Lord Loki, the God of Mischief, cut off Lady Sif’s hair in jealousy and Prince Thor, her lover made him fix it so Lord Loki went to the dwarves who can make anything and they made some gifts for Asgard: the Spear, Gungnir for the All-father Odin, Gold hair for Lady Sif and the boat that could change size, Skidbladnir, for Lord Frey who Lord Loki had annoyed in the past.
As Lord Loki was leaving he was confronted by another dwarf who claimed his brother could do better. Lord Loki took the challenge with the bet of his head. This dwarf made a flying boar for Lord Frey, the Ring of Increase for Lord Odin and the Hammer, Mjölnir for Thor. During the making of these things Lord Loki took the form of the fly and tried to stop the dwarves winning, this causes the hammer to be made with a shorter handle but the dwarves still won.”
“How did Lord Loki get away? I assume he didn’t lose his head,” Sally asked. Sherlock just turned back to the bodies.
“Thor said the dwarf could have Loki’s head but not his neck or his life, so they sowed Loki’s lips shut in punishment instead,” I explain, my hand sub-contentiously brushing over my mouth, feeling for the long healed marks.
“If you find the head of this man it is likely the lips will be sewn together.” I finish.
“Thank you,” Greg said and I break out of the trance I was in, bad memories there, words are my trade, I can’t live without them.
“So moving away from the case, how are you settling in at Bakers Street, Sherlock must like you if he brought you here?”
“I have settled in fine Greg, I’m applying for a job in a café at the moment but Sherlock got bored so dragged me here,” I explained.
“A job, that’s good, I didn’t think John would let you be a freeloader, so you’re not helping Sherlock? I thought you two would get on together well,” Greg asked as the man in question searched something on his phone.
“No, this is the first case he’s been on other than those old files you gave him,” I say and find myself watching Sherlock dart around the bodies, asking Molly things. Sally has disappeared for coffee I think.
Bloody Sherlock being a distracting mortal, maybe my feelings for this man are more than I first thought.
“So I know Sherlock can be, well a bit weird. You two are getting along alright?” Greg said following my gaze.
“I think so, he likes to show off according to John and I’m a good audience,” I turn to Greg, wanting to ask him this question over John,
“Has Sherlock ever been in love?” I ask sounding more confident than I felt. I needed to know if this human had the ability to love before I let myself feel.
I twist my ring round on my finger a nervous habit; human bodies are weird.
Greg looked a bit shocked at my question and then answered, “Well there was this woman but she died. She played games with him, outsmarted him even. She was a criminal and died for the information she stole.”
Well that was to be expected. Sherlock likes people who challenge him and are a bit dark. Sherlock was now on the phone to someone, probably John, he only relaxes with John.
“Have you tried to contact your family?” Greg asks and I turn to him sharply.
I think about his question and realised I have barely thought of them. I would have thought I’d called for Heimdall by now, but not once.
“No, they would not want to hear from me, I will call my brother once I get a job though,” I say honestly. I have ignored Thor enough one-phone-call wouldn’t hurt; he is my brother after all.
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