The Killer
Loki’s POV
Another cab ride and we were outside the slaughterhouse. Sherlock and John quickly found a way inside, which I’m not sure, was completely legal and John pulled his gun from somewhere (I must have been paying too much attention to Sherlock to miss him picking up his gun).
I followed to two men through the slaughterhouse and we were soon in a room where the corpses are hung so the blood can drain from them. It was empty now but for hanging sheeting and the bloodstained floor.
“Maybe we should come back tomorrow during working hours?” I suggest but before Sherlock or John could respond I was grabbed from behind and one of my own blades was pointed at my neck.
A strong arm held my arms down and kept my back close his chest, stopping me from moving.
“I knew you wouldn’t be able to stay away Loki. My father said you were a curious creature who had to stick his nose in everywhere,” the man holding me said spitefully.
“Let him go,” John said in a steady voice, the gun held up, I’ve never seen him look so alive. Sherlock, on the other hand, looked curious.
“Who is your father?” Sherlock asked. I must say I wanted to know that as well. The man must only be a half-God as a full-God could break my bones in my current form, but he was using all his strength just to hold me still.
“Lord Frey,” the man said to Sherlock, and then to me, “I’m glad my retelling of your story got your attention. Father wanted me to give you, your dagger back, something to remember him by now you’re human.”
I sigh, Frey. He hates me. The last time I saw him I stabbed this dagger in his leg during a fight, we were meant to be on the same side but winding him up is so much fun. I find myself smirking at the memory and this displeased the half-God.
“What are you smiling at, you’re human. I can kill you,” he spat at me.
“Gods! Do you just use Earth as a place to have sex?” John interrupted.
“Well, it's fun,” I say and try to shrug but I find the cold blade on my neck, almost drawing blood; this man knew how to slit a throat.
“Shut up!” he shouted not liking that he wasn’t in control of the situation.
“Why are you doing this?” Sherlock asked, still trying to solve the case, “It can’t just be because your father told you to. What is he offering you?” Always asking the right questions, I’ll have to kiss him after this.
If I live.
“My father will take me to Asgard, I will have a life there, now me mum's gone there’s nothing here for me!” he said and some spit fell on my face.
I sigh again. This half-breed is getting annoying. If he’s going to kill me just do it. I don’t say that aloud though, I do value my life.
“Frey is just using you. Half-breeds are not welcome on Asgard. You are just a means to an end; he will just kill you after you kill me,” I say with another sigh.
“No you lie, you’re the God of Lies, killing you will make me a god,” he says.
Wow, he is stupid and Frey is really playing him.
I laugh.
“Killing me won't make you a God, in fact, it will only make Odin want to kill you. I am a Prince after all and killing me is Thor’s job,” I joke, “Anyway as you pointed out earlier, I am human so how would this work?” I say in trying not to laugh too much as my blade was still at my throat. John and Sherlock look a bit shocked by my relaxed attitude. Well, it’s hardly the first time I’ve had a knife to my neck.
Just the first time since I’ve been human,
Maybe I should remember I’m human,
Because then my dagger cut my own throat,
And I fall to the floor.
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The cut wasn’t deep which confused me. This man, no matter how naïve, was a pig slaughterer. He should know how to slit my throat, but only a small line of blood formed.
He had also thrown me to the floor so Sherlock was at my side. I smile at him as he checks my neck.
“It's fine,” I say. Then Sherlock kisses me.
It was only a light kiss on the lips and ended quickly.
“You idiot,” Sherlock says quietly to me and I smile at his concern.
John cleared his throat to get our attention. I scowled at him; I thought he wanted this to happen.
“As happy as I am you realised your love for each other, do I shoot this Lady or not?” John asked and I look to where his gun is pointing.
“Sigyn!” I shout at the beautiful blonde woman in a white dress, jumping up, I walk over to her.
“Where is it?” she asks.
“What?” I say confused.
“Your ring?” she asks, hands out.
I find it in my jeans pocket and hand it to her.
“I used all the magic in it to find you. It can go back in my jewellery box now,” she said in her calm voice. She then looked at the man on the floor. “Do you think Frey will miss him?” she asks.
“No,” I reply confidently with a smile, “What did you do to him?”
“I broke his neck, Sif taught me how to do it in case I needed it on our wedding night,” Sigyn turned back to me, “She doesn’t like you much, does she?” she says with a small smile, still as calm as ever.
“No my love, no more than Frey does,” I say as she puts a hand on my cheek.
“You are more trouble than you are worth, my love,” she says and I kiss the Palm of her hand.
“Are you going to stay on Asgard?” I ask.
“No, I’m not waiting for you anymore, I will travel I think. Find someone normal, who doesn’t get tortured, kidnapped and causes our kids to get killed,” she said still smiling kindly.
“You will get bored,” I say jokingly.
“But I will be alive and happy, besides you are mortal now, and that man,” here she nods to Sherlock, “Will be better for you than I was, Sif always said I agreed too much with you, leading to more mischief,” I smile at her knowing it to be the truth.
“You don’t have any magic, how will you be safe?” I ask grasping her hand as it fell from my face.
“Didn’t Odin tell you, he can’t destroy your power, especially as he aims to give it back to you. He gave it to me. I will use it to travel and once you get it back I will settle down wherever I am,” she explained.
“Look after yourself my love,” I say.
“And you, my dear,” she replied and kissed me. She is so pure, too pure for me. I release her hand and she steps back and disappears in my green magic.
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