Sigyn
Loki’s POV
The police arrived after that. Sherlock had called them on the cab ride here or texted them.
Some medical persons looked at my neck and John told the police he jumped the man and the death was an accident due to his military reactions. John had to go to the police station – I had to go to the hospital.
Only when we all got back to the flat the next night did Sherlock and John ask about Sigyn.
“So who was that woman?” Sherlock asks sitting on the sofa. John had just put the tea down in front of us all and took a seat of his own. It was only now I realised I was in the client's seat. I’m being treated as an outsider.
“Her name is Sigyn and she was my wife, we had two children who were punished because of me. One had to kill the other and then I was chained up and a snake dripped its venom on me for years till it died. Sigyn would catch the venom in a bowl but when it was full the venom dripped on me as she left to empty it. I grew to resent her because of this and was very cruel, but Sigyn still stayed by my side.
Eventually, I accompanied Thor and his stupid friends on their quests, as they needed someone to keep them out of trouble so I asked the All-Father to end our marriage. This meant I could leave her without her worrying about me. She asked for one thing, my wedding ring back.
After my attack on Earth, I was sentenced to a mortal life, as you know. As I was heading to the Bifrost to be sent to Earth, Sigyn gave me the ring. She had carved a protection rune into it to protect me. Now our relationship is over, she has no need for me anymore and I expect to never see her again,” I explained.
“Very well,” Sherlock said and processed what he heard.
Then there was then a soft knock on the door.
“Come in Mrs Hudson,” John called surprising me. I forgot he was here.
“Hello boys, I just popped up to tell Loki that he has the job in the café.” She said.
“That’s great,” I say with a false smile, hoping the woman would leave.
“Thank you, Mrs Hudson,” John said kindly and she left.
“I think Greg said something about calling your brother if you got the job?” John said with a smug smile.
“Very well,” I agree and look for a mobile phone, John or Sherlock’s, it doesn’t matter whose.
“Use mine,” Sherlock said still thinking. He pulled his from his jacket pocket and held it up for me to take.
“Thank you, Love,” I said taking it from his hand and giving him a quick kiss on the cheek. Sherlock blinks suddenly and then returned to his thoughts, a ‘mind palace’ John called it.
I sit at the desk and realise I don’t know my brother's number or if he even has a phone.
“Um,” I say to John, “I don’t know Thor’s number,” I admit and John smiles, pulling his own phone out.
“You’re not getting out of this that easily, I got Mycroft to find it, Tony Stark was willing to give the Avengers numbers to the British Government, here,” John hands me his phone with Thor’s number on as a text from ‘Mycroft’, I will have to find out who ‘Mycroft’ is later.
I type in the digits in on Sherlock’s phone and pressed the call button.
It rings for a for moments then…
“HELLO?” I hear my brother shout too loud into the phone. I then hear another Avenger, probably Stark says,
“Not so loud big guy, just talk like normal, hey here’s a better idea take the call in your room so I don’t get deafened,”
I then hear Thor walk and open a few doors, then,
“Hello?” in a normal tone, well normal for Thor.
“Hello Brother,” I say and realised my voice is softer than I intended it to be.
“LOKI!” he shouted in excitement.
“Thor, quieter, think of my poor mortal ears,” I say and feel myself smiling. I’ve actually missed him.
“Sorry brother, how are you? Where are you? Why are you calling? Do you need my assistance?” he asked getting louder as he went along.
I now remember how annoying he can be but bite my lip so I don’t say anything stupid.
“I am fine brother, I just called you to let you know I am alright. I have a home and a job and some friends,” I say.
“This is great brother, maybe I can come visit? You are in London yes? Lady Jane is there maybe she can check on you?” Thor babbled on.
“I’m sure Jane hates me, Thor,” I say but he’s not listening, “Goodbye Thor,” I say over the top of him, still smiling as I hang up before he notices.
I hand the phone back to Sherlock and I hear John laugh.
“What is so funny John?” I ask poking the phone in Sherlock’s cheek, as he’s not paying attention.
“Hanging up is how most of Sherlock conversations with his brother end,” John explains.
“And his brother is?” I ask.
“Mycroft, he got the number for you, he looks out for Sherlock and must like you if he hasn’t done anything bad to you yet,” John says.
“Ok,” I say still poking Sherlock with his phone and smiling at my silliness.
“Who’s Jane?” John asks.
“A Scientist friend of Thor’s, I think she’s his girlfriend but who knows,” I explain with a shrug.
Suddenly Sherlock grabbed my wrist stopping the movement. He looked alert and so must have figured out his thoughts. He looked at me and then took the phone from my hand, put it in his pocket and stood.
“Would you like to go out to dinner?” he asks as he looks in the mirror over the fireplace and dusts off his jacket.
“What?” I ask I couldn’t have understood his question right.
Sherlock turns to look at me.
“That’s what two people that like each other do right?” he said frowning when I didn’t respond and then he looked to John. “Right?”
“That’s what normal people do, yes Sherlock,” John says pulling out his phone to give us some sense of privacy and hide his smile.
“Very well,” I agree and then move forward into Sherlock’s personal space and place my hands on his hips, “You’re paying,” I breathe into his ear and feel him shiver. I then pull back and kiss him softly on the lips. Sherlock’s hands soon find their way onto my arms and he grips tightly as if to feel I am real.
When the kiss ends I rest my forehead against the blue-eyed man’s and looked at his beautiful face.
“Is this what you have been thinking about?” I ask.
“For a while actually, it's all Johns fault,” Sherlock, replies and I smile.
“I’ve booked you a restaurant for 8 pm tonight,” John says and we turn to look at him, “I’ll text you the details Sherlock,” he says with a smile.
“What if I don’t like the restaurant?” Sherlock says and I laugh at him. I hug him close while he still glares at John.
“I picked one you like Sherlock, you only insulted their starters and we didn’t get chucked out or banned for life,” John says and I giggle into Sherlock’s neck.
“Very well,” Sherlock says to John and then to me, he says, “Can you stop that, it’s highly distracting.”
I just giggle again.
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