The ride home had been just like the ride to st barts; quiet and tense.
"You have questions." Sherlock stated when his eyes caught loki's in the review mirror.
"Where are we going now."
"Home. Back to baker street.
"You told me all about myself. Things only I would know. How did you know all of those things? Who told you? "
"No one told me."
"Someone had to have told you. You wouldn't know any of that."
"Nope. I saw it."
"Saw it? Thats impossible." Loki scoffed.
"It's painfully easy. I simply observed." Sherlock told him.
"How can you possibly see all of that. What are you? Are you a relative of Heimdals?"
"Who?" John asked.
"Heimdal, The guard." Loki answered simply.
"Yes because that answers the question." John mumbled under his breath as they exited the car.
"So, what now?" Loki asked as they entered 221B. the faintest hint of a smirk playing on his lips.
"Its getting rather late don't you think?" Sherlock said, removing his scarf as he began to goup the stairs. "I'd say it be best to turn in for the night wouldn't you?"
"What? No. Sherlock can I talk to you? In private?" John asked tugging on the arm of Sherlocks coat.
Sherlock groaned but followed john into the kitchen.
"What?"
"Sherlock, I know what you're thinking and that man is not staying here!" John whispered coarsly.
"Well where else am I supposed to put him? He's too interesting a mystery to just let him go. Besides John, as you pointed out, he is an escape criminal who has had blood on his hands, surely you wouldn't want him just let loose?"
"Of course I don't want him to go free! Sherlock we need to inform the athorities and have him put away again!"
"That would be an unwise idea John."
"And why, besides the fact that you don't want to lose your newest entertainment, would it be a bad idea to turn him in?"
"Because it would most likely be the end for both of us. Certainly for you anyway." Sherlock said darkly before brushing past John and rejoinging Loki in the living room.
Loki stood next to the fire place, examining Sherlock's skull.
"Is this real?" He asked as he noticed Sherlock.
"Friend of mine...Well I say friend... " Sherlock trailed off. "Anyway its been decided that you're to be sleeping in my room tonight until we can make different arrangments."
"Has it now?" Loki said putting the skull down.
"Yes." Sherlock stated.
"And I'm what, supposed to stay here on your orders?"
"Seeing as how you have nowhere else to go, Yes."
Loki looked at Sherlock and opened his mouth to speak but closed it. Sherlock was right, He did have nowhere to go. Nowhere where he didn't risk being caught anymore than at Baker street.
"You see the point, good. Don't worry you'll be safe here. Or at least as safe as you can be, giving that your criminal record must be outstanding. This way." Sherlock turned on his heel and began striding off to his room, Loki in tow. Both walking past a flustered looking John.
"Bath is the room on your left. And I suppose seeing as we are close in height some of my clothing will have to do." Sherlock said throwing the door to his room open.
Loki eyes swept the room. It was unusually tidy compared to the rest of the place.
"I know you're not but don't worry about me. I usually sleep on the sofa. When I do sleep that is."
"When you do sleep?"
"Yes didn't you hear me? Anyway I can tell you're tired so I'll leave you to your own devices." Sherlock said turning sharply on his heel. "Oh, and pyjamas are in the third drawer from the top on the dresser. But don't mess up my sock index." He added before shutting the door behind him.
"What were you saying John?"
"Sherlock, I mean it this is not a good idear. In fact, its a terrible idea!"
"Sleep with your gun under you're pillow if it will make you feel better. Or you're welcome to sleep in your chair if you really think you need to keep an eye on him. The man may have blood on his hands but he isn't going to go sneaking off on a murder spree nor kill his hosts. He doesn't want to get caught, remember?"
"You said he probably would kill us." John pointed out.
"If we turn him in yes. Now I'll suggest you head off to bed. I'll be here in the living room so even if he does try to sneak off I'll know; Theres to much mystery to figure out to go to sleep." Sherlock said in an annoyed 'I'm tired of you missing the point' tone.
John sighed heavily. he knew there was no such thing as arguing with Sherlock and winning. But He absolutely did not want what he knew Sherlock was thinking. "Fine. But he has to go sometime, he is not staying here after tonight! I refuse to live under the same roof as a Sociopath and a psychopath!" John turned and went up the stairs. Off to his own room.
Sherlock spun around and strode over to the table and searched this mess until he found what he was looking for; his revolver.
While he knew that this Loki character would be smart enough not to murder them without reason, he also could see how unstable he was; and taking precautions when dealing with criminals, emotionally damaged ones especially, is usually a good thing.
He slipped it into the lining of his blazer pocket and flopped down onto the couch.
Taking up his usual thinking pose he slipped off into the vast halls of his mind. Trying to put all the pieces in their place.
One look at the man gave Shelock what would normally be enough to tell ones lifestory but this man was different. So much that didn't make sense. But Sherlock was going to find out.

Loki looked around the room. It really was much tidier in here than the rest of the house. But it all looked hardly used. It was rather lacking in decorations save for a picture of some sort of colorful squares with numbers and letters on them stuck to the wall.
He removed his coat and sat on the bed and ran hand through his hair. While he would never admit it that Sherlock fellow had been unnervingly spot on. It still seemed impossible for a mere midgardian to be able to know such things just by looking.
And to be quite honest, Loki didn't have a plan yet. He'd make a plan that was for certain, but at the moment he was simply winging it. He had a feeling that this Sherlock would not turn him in, nor would the other one, and It was already clear that the short one was a follower, not a leader.
And he had a feeling that they could both be very useful.

John had just finished getting dressed when the sound of a gunshot rang throught the dashed for the stairs. A wave of panic swepted through him as two more shots went off.
"Sherlock! Are you oka-" John stopped as he reached the living room doorway only to find Sherlock lying on the couch and three new bullet holes in the wall.
Loki came dashing out only seconeds after John arrived. "What in Odins name was that! Are we under attack?"
"Only from his boredom." John muttered grumpily.
"Why have you shot a firearm off if we are not under attack?!" Loki shouted.
"I got bored waiting for the two of you to get up. That seemed a effective way to wake you both at once."
"Bloody hell it was! You nearly gave me a heart attack!" John fumed. "And mrs Hudson is going to have a fit when she sees that."
Sherlock smirked to himself and leapt up off the couch.
"Well whats the plan now that you've startled the daylights out of us." John quipped.
"Don't know. You'll need a change in appearence, thats for sure." Sherlock pointed to Loki before sweeping off to his room.
He came back with bundle of clothes and tossed them at Loki. "Here go change. Can't have you running around in all that leather and metal. And take a shower while youre at it." Sherlock commanded.
"I don't take orders from lower lifeforms." Loki scoffed but made his way towards the bathroom nonetheless.
"Sherlock have you completely lost whatever shreds of sanity you had left!" John whispered horsely, trying his hardest not to yell. "He's even more insane than you are, if thats even possible! We have to tell the authorities."
"John If this man even thinks he's in danger he will kill us. Better to play along and live, don't you think? Besides, how i found him is impossible. I have to figure this out. For now we'll just have to keep him underwraps."

Loki studied himself in the mirror. He did look far more a mess than he liked.
But that comes with escape not only a prison but your own realm.
He closely inspected the small washroom to make sure there were no traps set for him or no prying 'eyes'.
Once he felt satisfied that the little room was secure his armor vanished, replaced by the suit the man called Sherlock had given him that was now gone from the place on the counter he had set it on. He brushed back his hair with a brush that had been sitting upon the counter and wet down a small towel and quickly scrubbed his face.
He left the suits jacket unbutton and lifted up the shirt to inspect his wound.
It was still rather nasty looking and sore to the touch but it was a good deal better considering he hadn't focused upon healing himself.
when he left the wash room he found Sherlock perched oddly in a chair, knees brought to his chest and hands steepled under his chin.
The short one was also sitting in a chair, a large paper in his hands, brows furrowed and eyes glaring at the taller man, completely ignoring the paper he clutched in his hands.
"So, pray tell, now?" He questioned. Though his question went without answer as Sherlock remained stoick and the one called John huffed and muttered something Loki couldn't quite understand under his breath.
A beeping sound went off and the strange mans eyes shot open as he fished in his pocket, pulling out a phone.
"It would seem, that now we have a case." He said jumping up from the chair.
He scurried to where his large coat hung on a rack.
The smaller man jumped up from his chair as well. "What! No SHerlock it was crazy enough to take him to Molly, We're not taking him with us on a case!"
"Hadn't even thought of the idea." Sherlock said, feigning innocence. "But by all means lets leave him here alone. Unsupervised."
The blond huffed again.
"Come along John, Loki. The game is on." Sherlock said before dashing through the doorway.
While he despised how this mortal seemed to think he could order around a god, he had to admit he was very intrigued by the strange pair and was finding himself curious as to what kind of game the tall one was refering to.
John grumbled but followed along as he realized Loki made to follow as well.
"I do love games." Loki bent down slightly as the stood near each other in the doorframe, mustering a chesire grin that earned him a distrustful glare from the small blond.
"I thought you didn't want to be recognized." John muterred, begining to trudge downt the stairs. He certainly wasn't looking foward to the moment when the criminal saw that they'd be in the midst of the authroities.
Loki's brows were raised curiously as a chipper "Youhoo." Rang from the bottom of the steps.
THe source of the voice was a small elderly mortal who smiled and waved as she approached the base of the steps.
"Morning boys, I was just about to pop up to say hullo." She said cheerily. "Who's your friend?"
"oh this is..." SHerlock began, wondering if Mrs hudson would know of the mans name.
"You may call me Magnus." Loki's voice purred. Turning both of the pairs attention to him.
He had to fight a good deal to keep himself from laughing as John nearly made himself fall down the stairs. Loki had once heard the name in passing once while in this realm and decided it would do.
But it was not the change in name that made both men visibly startled.
The man before them was almost unrecognizable in appearance.
Shapewise his face was very much the same, but his hair was short and neat and now an auburn color, his unnerving green eyes were now a light steely greenish blue, his ivory skin was now a more bright peachish color with a fair smattering of freckles on his face.
He padded down the stairs quickly and took one of her hands in his own, distracting her from the two startled men. "And what name does a lovely creature as you have?" He cooed with soft smile, bringing her hand to his lips for a brief moment. And he certainly didn't miss the scowl that Sherlocks face turned into.
Oh he had found a weak spot.
The older mortals face flushed. "I'm Mrs Hudson. And flattery will get you nowhere with me young man." She scolded playfully as she withdrew her hand.
"We must be going now, Mrs Hudson. The game is afoot." Sherlock said, stepping almost inbetween the two.
"Alright alright I know when your busy. Go solve your puzzles." She said with a smile and gave Sherlock pat on the shoulder.
"Yes...right. Lets go John, ...Magnus."
Once they were out the door sherlock hailed a cab and the three men slid in.
"Alright how the Hell did you do that!" John exclaimed.
"It would seem yet another impossible thing has happened." Loki Smirked.
"You're like a bloody scooby doo villan, arent you? How many more masks you got under that one?" John huffed.
But the man only questioned what scooby doo meant and gave an amused smile.