"You came."

"Of course I did."

"I'm never sure with you."

Loki smiled and pulled Sherlock closer into his arms.

"I hate doing this to John." Sherlock mumbled into his shoulder before straightening up and looking straight at Loki who didn't look too pleased himself.

"but otherwise he'd be dead. And Mrs Hudson knows so she can stop him if he does anything stupid."

Sherlock shook his head. "I know John- he wouldn't."

"Shirly, we both know he's blind when it comes to you. In fact, I'm almost jealous."

Sherlock smiled and kissed the God in front of him. "Thank you."

"What'll we do next?"

"Pick of the rest of Moriarty's men I guess. But we'll have to stay hidden. As soon as the suspect anything, they'll kill John, Lestrade, Mrs Hudson."

"Not Mrs Hudson."

Sherlock smirked. "No, she's too smart for them."

"I've sent her to go and stay with her sister."

"She didn't try to shoot you?"

"With this charming smile?" Loki winked and took the man's arm.

Sherlock was now dressed in a similar coat and scarf as before the fall, but his face looked fuller and less sharp but almost as beautiful. In place of his short black locks, his hair was now longer, shaggier, and a chocolaty brown. They were still in London, but a little way from Baker Street.

"You are aware, you are a very lucky man Sherlock?" Sherlock looked up at Loki, questioningly. "You get to go to your own funeral."

"Ugh, it will be horrible. People mourning over me, being sad, when there really is not need. Death is part of life."

"I've never had a funeral before."

"I'm surprised. How many times have you faked your death?"

"More times than you've had cases."

"Well I suppose I have faked my death more times than you've had cases."

"Change the subject Shirley, I do not wish to think of your death."

"Loki, you are immortal. You must have accepted the fact that I will die."

"But not yet. I plan to keep you alive as long as I can and I will not have you mention otherwise."

"Well if you really want to make the most of our time together, you could move in with me and John."

Loki chuckled lightly. "John would hardly agree to that. He has no idea who I am, and he wouldn't like me if he did."

Sherlock stopped and pulled Loki round to face him.

"I don't care about John."

Loki put his hand round Sherlock's waist and pulled him close, kissing him deeply. "I love you Sherlock." And Sherlock kissed him back, a gloved hand pulling on Loki's neck and the other grabbing the long green scarf that hung around his neck.


That is all.


-Doctor Maz Over and Out.