CHAPTER 4
Authersnote: I'm sooo sorry guys... It's been quite a while but you know... school is not very easy sometimes ;) I wrote some chapters and will uploud them :D enjoy!
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Loki walked through the city of London. "Mortals", he thought, "How can they live knowing that they will die in less than a century and not knowing about all the realms which are around them. I did right to try to rule them. "Damn Thor!", out of frustration he ruined a wastepaper bin, earning terrified looks from other people. "If there weren't Sherlock and John I would rot now in an Asgardian cell. Maybe I really should try being nice to them but... I can't! It's far too much fun to see their shocked faces."
With a mischievously smile on his face he thought of all the ways to set up his mortal flat mates. "We will see what I am capable of doing."
Grinning he went to the London Eye to take a trip. He always got the best ideas when London lies at his feet.
"John, we can't throw Loki out after we offered him help after all these things with these avengers and those things happened...", Sherlock said, sitting in his chair and looking John straight in the eyes. "I know... It's just... He... I mean... Loki always wants to annoy me and he is quite good in doing that", he nearly shouted. Remembering that Mrs. Hudson would hear anything he was silent again. "I know we can't throw him out...", he whispered, "that would be kind of... yeah... that would be kind of rude. But we COULD show him how it feels like to be pranked all the time."
Sherlock eyes lightened up. "What do you want to do?" "That's a bloody good question. But you are the genius here! Think of something, go to your mind palace or ask one if you bloody homeless network members. You are Sherlock Holmes and you can at least one time think of something useful!"
"So... solving murders isn't useful but doing a prank on our flat mate is?"
"Well, ahem... Just think of something, alright? I am going to make dinner while you go to your mind palace or some sort of this..."
John left Sherlock in his chair and went into the kitchen. He knew Sherlock would come up with an idea. He always did.