Holmes was not surprised when there were no apple at the tenth case, and neither was he surprised when he returned home to see the stranger standing the exactly same place he had been standing the first time he saw him. "Do you?" The stranger asked, placing the green apple. "No." Sherlock replied, he needed no time to figure what the stranger meant - 'do you believe in magic'. The stranger smirked at the reply and disappeared again. And again did Holmes not waste even one second before searing for clues to how he did that. And he was, again, unknowing about the stranger standing in the corner, watching him.

Holmes had prepared a trap in his room when he left for the third case after their first 'meeting', but Loki had no problem avoiding it and Holmes showed no surprise when he saw the black-haired apple-man standing un-trapped. "Do you?" Loki asked again, and was again answered with a; 'no'.

They repeated that three more times, Sherlock trying something new every time but yet kept to his 'no'. Holmes spoke up before the apple man on the seventh time. "What's your name?" Their game had no rules so it was fair to ask, right? "Now, my name would be too much of a give-away in itself, so lets just call me 'Loki' like the Norse trickster god." Loki smirked at him. Loki… Holmes did not know much about the Nordic gods, but the name seeming fitting for the apple man, judging from the little he knew. "Where are you from?" He asked, not used to asking anyone that. It was fun having someone that unsolvable to play with. "Now, Mr. Detective, isn't that your job to find out by yourself?" Loki asked, still smirking. Holmes looked at Loki, not seeing the 'man' before him, but seeing all the details which made the man. "You're from a rich family – Your shoes and clothing are all of expensive material. You hold yourself like someone who's used to authority but yet stand in some ones shadow – perhaps an older sibling? So now you are here, breaking in on crime scenes and playing a prank on a famous detective hoping that it'll make your parents see you." Normally people would get annoyed at him for drawing such a conclusion, but Loki merely laughed. "It's an older brother. But that does not answer your own question of my heritage" "Your skin clearly shows that you are from a place with little sun. You know of the Nordic god, Loki, which is not common knowledge in England. Perhaps you are from one of the Nordic countries?" "Denmark" Ah, Denmark, seemed fitting with the accent – he had been told that Danish sounded like Norwegian trying to speak with a potato in his mouth. "Men det er al den information jeg vil give dig for nu~" Loki said and disappeared once again, leaving Holmes puzzled over what his departing words had been.

He stared at the green apple as if it could tell him. He sighed after a while and took the apple up in his hand. The man, Loki, had talked, which meant he had been able to hear what Holmes had said. He hadn't drawn a conclusion for then his mind wouldn't be open for the facts, but he guessed Loki were but an illusion, a machine which could project images, though he had yet to find said machine (and he had been searching for the machine from the first time he saw Loki), it could be there was no machine and it was some kind of trick created by the light when it went through the windows (even though he had seen Loki after a case where he had left the windows open). The stranger had said that his name would be too much of a give-away, but the false name 'Loki' had been a clue in itself to where he came from, and most likely a clue to how he kept disappearing. The Norse god Loki was skilled with illusions so the man he had seen before him were likely an illusion as he had suspected all along – even though the apple in his hand was very real.


AN: Yeah, I know, baaaaad me for using Denmark instead of Norway XD But heck, I live in Denmark and have grown up with stories about the Nordic gods, so to me they are more of a danish 'religion' than they are Norwegian... XD MWUAHAHAHAHAHA D ... or something~ w