John had flinched for Sherlock when Loki pressed the spear harder against the detective's chest. It was hard enough to clearly be hurting but Sherlock had not flinched, keeping his face and posture calm, hands still firmly behind his back. Still, John noticed the slight clenching of his friend's jaw, the rising of his chin to look the green man in the eyes, despite the pain he was in. A dark maroon stain had started appearing on Sherlock's clean purple shirt, indicating that the sceptre was pressing hard and was sharp against Sherlock's chest. John's eyes flashed to Loki in panic, afraid for his friend's life and that maybe his arrogance had gotten the better of him.

Sherlock had felt the sharp tip graze his ribcage; it stung sharply, followed by the wetness of his blood on his chest. Just a small scratch, he told himself, nothing to worry about. Yet. Loki was looking angry and reckless, his eyes wild from the words that had hurt him. Sherlock may not have cared much for the feelings of others, but he was well aware of when he had hurt someone. Usually it did not affect him. But today, an angry man was threatening his life, he knew he had gone too far, but he also knew that he could overpower this man if he had to. He was just a man, after all.

Loki was watching the mortal's every movement. Granted, he was not moving much, but he understood the defiance in his eyes, the careful appraising of Loki that indicated he was fully prepared to take him on. Who on Midguard was this stupid man, one who was not afraid and thought he could take on Loki, a god? He was not willing to kill him just yet, he had a lot to learn from this man, and he could be useful. Loki smiled and willed his sceptre to capture the heart of the foolish but brave human.

John saw the smirk appear on Loki lips, the shift in his grip on his stupid magic wand. He jumped to his feet as the blue flash appeared at the end and seemed to absorb into Sherlock's chest. John's soldier instincts took over as he dashed to Sherlock and shoved him away from the green man and onto the floor, pushing him into the sceptres path. But the damage was done; a blue glaze appeared over Sherlock's eyes, turning his remarkable blue eyes even brighter. Loki grinned at John, who was staring at Sherlock in shock. Loki understood the look in the smaller man's eyes, he cared greatly for the smart human, but he was not good for Loki, he would just get in the way. He raised his spear again, this time going in for the kill, while a frozen John stood in fear.

"He is stupid, but useful. He has his moments, connections to people who will come in handy for your future plans. Killing him serves no purpose, just slows your progress."

The calm, velvety voice of Sherlock soothed John, but after he processed the words, he turned and saw Sherlock standing just to Loki's right, surveying John coldly with his brighter than normal blue eyes. John tried to catch his eye but Sherlock turned immediately to Loki, who appraised the tall man carefully, making sure he had his control. It seemed this human was strong, even controlled by the sceptre he was able to interrupt and question him. This would be very interesting.

"If you say so, Mr Holmes. Tell me; what is your relationship with this simple man, purely platonic? He seems to like you a far bit, even risking himself to save you, despite failing. How guilty he must feel right now, knowing you are completely mine to control. Poor pathetic John Watson, so eager to be loved and yet unable to achieve his desire because he's too stupid to do any more than stand on the side and just admire his hero from afar."

John was shaking with anger, still in the path of the spear and unable to defend himself from the words being flung at him. Sherlock did not usually defend him, but even he would object to this. But Sherlock was doing nothing, just staring stonily at his roommate, blue eyes shining.

"We'll fix him up later. Come, great detective, lets' see what that brain can do for me."

Loki swept out of the room, green clock trailing behind him. Sherlock swiftly followed, after picking up the blue cube from his desk, not even allowing a glance at John, who collapsed into his chair the moment he heard the door close. Sherlock was gone, with Loki; he was going to take over the world. Sherlock had once joked about how the world was lucky that he was not a criminal. Something told John he was about to find out.