Date Night
Sherlock POV
John had picked a quite classy restaurant, I had got the owner out of a bit of legal trouble a few years back so Loki and I should have a good night. I liked the food they served there as well and hoped Loki will find something he likes.
I need to wear a suit for my ‘date’. John is trying to teach Loki how to tie a tie, without magic, in the lounge while I dress in my room. I have been ready for a while now but don’t want to leave. Damn nerves. Why do I have to fall for a God of all people?
Deep breath Sherlock, Mycroft has Okayed him. Not that I need Mycroft’s ok but…
Its just dinner, I’ve eaten with Loki before why am I nervous now?
Suppose it’s for the same reason I want this night to be special, why I have booked a car to drive us to the restaurant instead of getting a cab. I‘ve fallen for Loki.
I sigh and look in the mirror again, I dust down my black suit and straighten my black bow tie. Feeling presentable I open my bedroom door and head down the hall to the kitchen.
I lean on the worktop and watch Loki in the lounge, he’s putting some gold cufflinks on, they are mine but I don’t wear them. His hair is gelled back and he looks a lot like the man who attacked the Earth.
He checks himself in the mirror, pulls at his waistcoat and then turns to look at me.
“Well don’t you look delectable?” he said with his flirty smile.
My heart rate increases. I love his voice and his use of language. I walk towards him and place my arms around his shoulders, subconsciously. Loki’s hands go to my waist.
“You look… nice,” I say and wince. I really don’t know the procedure here. Loki just smiles and kisses me on the cheek. I like him kissing me it feels comfortable.
I then lightly kiss him on the lips and then step away from him. I need my phone and wallet; John said he put my debit card in it. Ah, John has lined them up on the desk.
I pick them up and put them in my coat pocket. I put my coat on and hand Loki his. He smiles at me and my cheeks feel warm. Loki put on his coat and places his arms around my waist. He’s standing behind me so I can only see him in the mirror but he kisses the back of my neck.
“Excuse me?” I turn suddenly at Johns' voice and Loki rests his head on my shoulder, “Sorry to interrupt but your car’s here,” he said, blushing slightly.
“Oh,” I say and take Loki’s hand as it fell from my waist and led him into the black car I booked (or asked Mycroft to).
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Sherlock POV
We sit in the back of the car as it drives to the restaurant. I soon began to feel nervous again, about the evening, the closeness of us in the car, whether Loki will enjoy the evening, what Loki expects of me…
Loki squeezed my hand and kissed me on the cheek, breaking my panicked thoughts.
“I have never been on a Midgardian date before, I usually just sleep with mortals. Is there anything I should know?” he asked with his smirk.
“You should have asked John, he goes on enough dates,” I say realising Loki was nervous as well. His hand holding mine shook lightly and he was smiling and laughing too much.
“I did, he said I can only kiss you on the first date and no funny business,” he said smiling, “I think he’s protecting your virtue”
Really John?
“Do not worry if anything goes wrong it is likely to be my fault besides it’s just eating good food and talking, we can do that,” I say.
“If you say so Love,” Loki says and kisses me on the cheek again, I like it when he calls me, love. Pet names are silly things but from Loki it makes me feel wanted and like I belong.
We pull up outside the restaurant and the driver gets out and opens the door for us. I lead Loki out of the car, still holding his hand, and into the restaurant.
“Booking under the name ‘Holmes’, for two,” I say to the waiter who takes our coats and leads us to our table. I release Loki’s hand and we sit.
The table had two chairs facing one another. Menus were handed to us and we both soon picked and put them aside.
“You like what’s on the menu?” I ask worried he wouldn’t like anything.
“Yes, Sherlock, relax Love, I grew up eating wild boar, this food will surely be more flavoursome and civilised. I am looking forward to it,” he said and the waiter came over, we gave our orders and Loki ordered a bottle of wine for the table. When the man disappeared Loki took my hand, which was lying on the table.
“Tell me about Mycroft, I know talking about your brother isn’t very romantic but he is mentioned a lot and so must mean a lot to you or be a big part or your life?” he asks.
Mycroft? That’s whom he wants to talk about? I sigh.
“My brother works for the Government or runs it, it depends on who you ask. He is interfering, controlling and better than me at everything,” I look up and see Loki smiling and can’t help but smile back.
“Sounds annoying but at least you can have an intelligent conversation with him. The only thing my brother was interested in was fighting and being the best. He goes in headstrong to things and somehow always come out the hero, even though I usually saved him,” he says and squeezes my hand.
“Ok enough talk of our brothers what about your parents?” Loki asks as the wine’s poured.
“My mother and father are idiots, my father is an average man and my mother was a mathematic genius but gave it up to have kids. I don’t understand them.” I say, “What are your family like, your adopted family?” I ask.
“My father was a fool who had to control everything, a bit like your brother. He praised Thor for everything and let him grow into the fool he is today. My mother is kind and clever, she taught me my magic and looked after me when Thor’s friends were being cruel.” I squeeze Loki’s hand now, in an automatic reaction and he smiles at me.
The food was put on the table and I had to release his hand again. We began to eating, listening to the band play.
“I play the violin, I taught myself and compose my own work,” I say.
I remember my mother telling me if I want someone to trust me; you have to tell something about yourself. If they reply with a story of their own they have accepted the offer of trust or something, she talks a lot of nonsense.
“Is that the instrument you play with?” Loki asks.
“Yes, it helps me think,” I say.
“My only skill was magic. I wasn’t as strong as the others, probably because I’m a… frost giant… so I couldn’t fight, though I am good with knives. I sat in the library while Thor would train. Magic isn’t considered much on Asgard, it’s for women, but I was second only to the All-mother and All-father, in Asgard.” Loki confessed.
I ignore the frost giant comment, as Loki look ashamed of it, but I file it away to ask more about another time,
“Do you miss your magic?” I instead ask. I had never seen him struggle without it.
“Yes, but it’s not the first time the All-father has limited my power, this is just the first time he has taken it all away. I know how to act like a human and you and John have taught me a lot,” he smiles softly at me. I’m glad my words haven’t upset him. I fact he seems to enjoy talking about these things, I suppose this must be his first opportunity in a while.
The night continued with the exchange of stories and handholding. After our meals were cleared away desert was bought because Loki has a sweet tooth but I refrained.
“Come on Sherlock try the vanilla ice-cream, it's not that sweet,” Loki said mischievously waving his fork at me. I had to laugh at him; we were both a little tipsy.
“Very well,” I agree and leant across the table to eat off his spoon.
“Well?” he asks with his mischievous smirk.
I cringe at the sickly, sticky toffee pudding he had hidden within the ice cream.
“Loki, that’s too sweet, how can you eat that?” I say finishing my wine, which now tasted bad, to remove the taste.
He laughs at me and finishes his meal.
“I hate you,” I say putting my glass down.
Loki just smiles.
“You love me,” he says and finished the last spoon of his sickly meal.
“I’m sure I can do both,” I argue but the green-eyed man laughs at me again.
“You’re paying,” he reminds me, “I’m popping to the toilet,” Loki said and with a sticky kiss on the cheek, he left.
I cleaned my cheek off and paid the bill as Loki returned; I had called the driver while Loki was in the toilet so our car was ready. We collected our jackets as a man suddenly ran out of the bathroom.
“I didn’t do it?” Loki immediately said in the response of someone who was blamed for everything in life.
I just looked at him. Surprisingly I found that I trusted him enough to not need to know. He would tell me if it mattered. I just laughed at him and took his hand.
The car was ready out side with Mycroft’s driver holding the door.
We got in and were soon on our way home.
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