Prologue
The facts were:
She was Emma Sherlock Holmes. Formerly from MI9 (STRIKE), the British James Bond-esque version of SHIELD. She was promoted (by promoted, moved) to SHIELD and was an equivalent to a level 8 Agent (she was pretty sure) (Like all American measurements, everything needed conversion from to things that made sense), her supervising officer was dead. Her brother was her former colleague at MI9 and was part of a correspondence team between the two agencies.
Loki Laufeyson was believed dead after the alligning of the worlds, sacrificing himself. Yet it was a trick. His mother was dead, and he had impersonated Odin Allfather. The Reason? To bring her back. And he had succeeded. Basically, he was screwed, if not more, seeing as the place he decided to run to hated him more than anything.
That was the truth. Over a couple of years, the tale was embezzled and glorified, a myth among Academy students. It was famed, case 5654 B was, hidden in ultimate security. Those facts remained the same, somewhat.
What really happened in that month still remains unspoken by the two in question. Even after their marriage, children and grand children.
The skills Agent Sherlock hand and the remaining goodness Loki had made a difference, it put a light on events. It showed how quick people could judge, just how mortal humans were.
There were things, little things, that made that month so beautiful, so pretty.
Like a rom-com.
That was how it was meant to be played, how it was meant to feel, why Loki didn't catch on.
And like in all rom-coms, they had no idea how much that month would eventually mean to them.
