Sup my dears. So It snowed a lot and I have been writing for all of my amazing peoples. Oh and To make something clear, I mean no disrespect to any one at all. I love, air-budy. So hear it is our first two parter. I'm quite excited. Love you all. And review if you think this story worthy.

PS: I wanted to clarify about some of the text for you guys.

Bold and Italicised: A flash back

Italicised: Sherlock and Loki talking in their heads

Hope this clears up a few things. If it has just confused you more I am so sorry.

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It was New Years Eve and Loki couldn't understand why this was such a big deal. It was just the overturning of the old year to make way for a new. She also wasn't looking forward to all the people that would be there. Tony had begged her to come to the party.

"Please Loki. It wont be any fun without you." As Loki looked at him his eyes seemed to get bigger and a deeper brown.

It might not seem like it but Tony Stark had supper powers.'Darn him and his puppy dog eyes.'After she had said yes they decided on the shape she would shift into. She didn't like the idea of looking like some woman from Midguard but she supposed she had to. If only to make Tony happy.

As it neared to the party she transformed into the bimbo that she was to betray. She had brown hair and blue eyes. She really preferred her green eyes and black hair. But in stead of that she wore a tight black dress with green stilettos. It was quite the uncomfortable outfit but Miss. Pots had picked it out for her. She walked into her washroom and applied the proper makeup to her face. She hoped tony enjoyed tonight because in the morning he was going to wake up with a mustache on his face, and in permanent marker, she would write something shocking on his forehead. That was for sure. She spun to the door as she heard someone knocking. She slide her stilettos on and went to open the door. She thought that it would be the person Miss. Pots had sent to accompany her to the party.

"Hey. So, Miss. Pots asked me to attend;-" Loki looked up and down at Sherlock. He was waring one of his normal suites with a navy blue button up shirt with a dark wine red tie. He looked at her with a stunned look. "You? Um, wrong floor?" She just glared at him.

"No its me. Tony and I both agreed that me looking like me wouldn't be the best thing. Something about people still being tender about the whole failed New York takeover." He was still speechless. "Wow. So your one for brunet bimbos apparently." That seemed to snap him out of it.

"What? Oh no. I was just wondering how you were able to change your whole physiology? You've done it in a very smooth way." 'Very smooth.'

'I heard that stupid. Now shall we go or would you and the brunet like to be alone?'

'My apology's. Yes I believe we should go. Are we, um, going to talk like this all night?"

'If you want to.' Her tone suddenly changed as she spoke aloud. "Or like this where all can hear us. And anyone can eavesdrop." She smirked at him and he blushed slightly. Gosh he was cute when he was; Wait? What? Why was she thinking like that.

'Well when you put it like that, I think this way is better.' Loki saw him staring at his shoes as they entered the elevator. She wanted to make him happier. She didn't know why, but she did. 'Might I ask how you do that?'

'Do what?' She gave him a quizzical look.

'How are you able to keep me from going further into your mind?'

'Practice. I can Show you if you wish?'

'Yes. That would be nice.'

'I can also do this.' Sherlock suddenly felt a feeling of happiness come over him. He looked over at Loki as they came to the floor where the party was being help.

'Is that you?' Loki gave him a coy look. As they entered Loki suddenly remembered that she needed a name for herself. She had no idea what was the proper name for a woman of Midguard.

'Sherlock? What should my name be?' He thought for a moment. He went into his files and thought of some name's Loki could use.

'I once new an Isabella Johnson. You kind of look like an Isabella.'

She thought for a moment. 'Alright then. Isabella Johnson it is.'

"Well then it is nice to meet you Miss. Johnson." Loki didn't know why, but the sound of his strong, deep voice whispering in her ear made her shiver. She looked around and decided that this was going to be immensely dull. From the feelings rolling off of Sherlock, he had come to the same conclusion as her. There were many people who she had never met. A very intoxicated looking man made his way over to where they were standing, bumping into every one in his way. 'Dear Valhalla. The gathering just started and people are already drunk.'

"Hay dude. Aren't you that detective guy from Brit-land?" Loki could literally feel her IQ go down as he brutally murdered that word. She even saw Sherlock cringe.

"No, I'm not from wherever you just said. And," Sherlock took the drink that was in the man's hand and placed it on a table. "Have had enough to drink." The man gave them both a stupid drunk look. It was soon replaced with what was easily as stupid a smile.

"Dude. It's New Party Eve. You can never have enough booze." He gave Loki/Isabella a once over as he mentally undressed her. "And girls." As he walked away he smacked her on the bum. She gasped and spun around giving him her death glare. She sent a bolt a magic towards him and hit him in the back sending him towards the ground. She turned back slowly and looked to Sherlock. He was giving her a funny look.

"He must have been more drunk then he thought." She shot him an innocent look. 'And I don't like to be touched by mortals.' She made a biting motion towards Sherlock who took a quick step back. She flashed him a toothy smile and headed for the bar. If it was going to be a long night, she wanted to at least have a couple of drinks. The man who had been on the floor pushed himself up and looked around.

"Dang,. That girl got spice."