Everything Sherlock Holmes had said about Loki was true, and he should have killed the impudent mortal without a second thought. This was the twentieth time in as many hours he had reconsidered his decision to enslave the detective; he was far too arrogant for his own good. Death would be an appropriate punishment for his lack of humility. But once again, the feeling that he needed the human overpowered the urge to rage and murder the man in cold blood, something Loki definitely had an abundance in. He watched Sherlock warily as he carefully examined the Tesseract, as if he understood something that Loki couldn't. The nerve of him! Loki felt the rage stir in him and the hand holding his sceptre twitched with the suppressed fury, he should kill Sherlock where he stood, his usefulness be damned, and damn him for being far too clever! He saw the glazed blue eyes glance at him and he struggled to contain his murderous feelings. He needed Sherlock Holmes, unfortunately.

XxXxX

John sat in the apartment and contemplated his next move. How does one plot to take over the world with Sherlock Holmes? He was feeling slightly hysterical from the events of that day and his next visual had him giggling to himself inappropriately. All he could think of was the two men sitting at a table surrounded by screwed up paper plans, Loki trying to strangle Sherlock again for once more giving logical reasons as to why his last plan idea wouldn't work. John needed to get hold of himself, he had already snapped at Mrs Hudson for asking where Sherlock was and she had looked at him in shock before quietly leaving the apartment. Mycroft. The name stirred in John's mind. Mycroft was almost the entire British government; surely he would have come up with something to stop the green madman by now. And the idea of Sherlock's face after being saved by his hated older brother brought another chuckle out of John. He really needed some sleep.

XxXxX

Loki had stalked over to Sherlock regally after the detective had quietly called his name. He had been doing crowd control on the rest of the people he had taken. Apparently even under his control they required bathroom breaks and food. He would find a way to fix that momentarily. Sherlock smiled at Loki as he approached, still amused by the demi-god and his antics. Still, business was business and this taking over the world thing was proving to be rather fun. Sherlock had never claimed to be the good guy.

"I know how to do it."

Sherlock's single sentence with no explanation increased Loki's anger, but he nodded once as if he understood. He would not give Sherlock the satisfaction of appearing smarter than him. It was Thor all over again, he never could compete with his brother's strength, but he would not be beaten intellectually. That was out of the question. Sherlock's smirk told him that the man believed himself to be superior to the god, the nerve. He would show him, he would show him powers he would never have believed possible. And he would kill this human once he had served his purpose.

"Good, do it then. And quickly, before I change my mind about letting your precious John Watson live. Make no mistake, detective, if I so much as find a hint of you betraying me, he will be the first to die."

He had full control over this man, his eyes remained blue and slightly glazed over. What was this man to bring such a reaction out of him? He had nothing to fear. Loki had the Terreract, the greatest mind in the Midguard and an army that would crush every human who dared question him on the way. He had nothing to worry about.

XxXxX

"Ahh John, I'll assume this is about the kidnapping of my dear brother. Yes, we are aware of the rather unfortunate situation. I'll remind you not to call my mobile phone; people will start to think they can do it all the time. Come here and I'll explain everything. Hmm? Yes, here, there has been a car waiting outside for you for about five minutes now. Get in."