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Hello again! It's been months since I promised my dear Popcorn Love a fic about Moki. That's her name for Molly and Loki. I loved all those Khan with Molly fics there are out there and thought that there aren't enough Loki and Molly fics out there. So, my darling this is for you. It's smth right out of my imagination and thus doesn't occur right after the films. Though I can't wait for Ragnarok! November the 2nd can't come quick enough!

Enjoy!

Disclaimer: I own nothing!

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Molly Hooper was tired. She had just gotten off work. Two hours late as a certain Consulting Detective wanted to do some extra tests for his case with the NSY. Molly was always happy to help him, John and Lestrade but today...something was was like the pathologist was waiting for foe something but she didn't know what. Her heart ached. As did her whole body and spirit. Her mind was wondering from the start of the day and still, she got the feeling that even if she was tired the day wouldn't be over when she reached her flat.

Even her cat, dear Toby was anxious that day. He didn't sleep the previous night but remained close to her. Keeping watch. Not relaxing to her gentle touch as he usually did. Molly feared for him. Toby was her constant companion all through her life. He was there for as long as she remembered. That was a mystery to her as she knew that cats while having seven lives couldn't live for so long. But who was she to argue with God's will, right?

Molly finally arrived home. Everything was silent and still. Usually, Toby ran to her when she opened the front door. He was always happy to see her and comforted when needed. It was like he was in sync with her. Always. But not having him jump at her alerted Molly. She quickly turned on the lights and the sight her eyes were greeted with sent a shiver of fear down her bones.

Situated on her floral pink sofa was a very handsome man petting her Toby. He was looking her right in the eyes. He had short black hair smoothed back that reached his ears. He had the most gorgeous green eyes that reminded her of the grass she loved to lay in when she was but a child. His face on the whole was beautiful and charming. His cheekbones were to die for and they resembled Sherlock's a bit.

Exploring further down this complete stranger in her living room, Molly felt at complete ease. Familiarity and a warmness in her chest that she had decades to feel. Even before her parent's deaths. He had a fit and pleasing figure dressed in the finest cloth. The black suit he was wearing complimented his figure and the white shirt underneath showed the paleness of his fair and silk-like skin. His hands and fingers were long and showed no calluses or scars. But the same feeling from before appeared in Molly's mind. Appearances can be deceiving. While his eyes were clear she had a hunch that behind all this facade there was smth hidden. She didn't know how...she just felt like it.

Their eyes met again. It seemed that while Molly's stare was exploring, the other's was too. Knowing what she wore Molly blushed. Her favorite cheery jacket under a green t-shirt, a fitted pair of old jeans and a pair of old green all-stars were certainly not matching his attire.

And exactly why was she having those thoughts?! There was a bloody stranger sitting in her living room petting her cat. And the traitorous feline just sat there enjoying the moment. At this moment the stranger chuckled and spoke before she could translate her thoughts into words.

"You're just as I remembered." his voice was pure silk. His British accent imminent in each word.

"Remembered? Excuse me, Sir, but I certainly don't remember you. What are you doing in my home and how on earth did you get in?!"

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And that's it for now. The rest comes tomorrow! I promise! Thanks! I can't wait to hear your thoughts on this. Please, my plot bunnies are desperate for reviews. Thanks! I hope you like this, Kim.

-Andriana, Greece