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James Moriarty sat in his kitchen, watching the birds fly past. He had been having a good day, he thought as he bit into a lovely red apple. Sebastian was out, his little underling. And his plans for Sherlock's impeding doom were unfolding nicely.
He walked into his living room, propping his feet up onto the coffee table as he leaned back on his couch. He felt impenetrable.
The door squeaked open softly and Jim smiled.
"Hello there sweetheart. Did you get milk, we have run out?"
Soft footsteps thudded towards him. Jim slowly realized that it wasn't Sebastian he was talking to before a hand was placed on his shoulder, gripping it tightly.
Jim took in the man's appearance. He was tall and slender with piercing green eyes. His dark hair slicked back and as pale as paper. He looked dashing in a lovely suede suit. Jim licked his lips hungrily. "My kind of man" he said aloud, winking at the stranger.
The tall man moved the hand to around Jim's throat.
"Do you like that sort of thing? I'm more the dominant type myself." Jim smiled
The man tightened his grip.
Jim chuckled "This is highly amusing. Thank you, I have needed some entertainment. The day was rather dull. No one to play with. But you'll play, won't you."
The tall man laughed and pushed him down on the ground, making Jim's smile broaden.
The man slapped him across the face once "You amuse me. Thinking you can challenge me?" He said, "I have come on a matter of business. It was said to me that you are one of the best. I need a minion. You seem suitable. I might even spare your life. Perhaps. If you help me."
Jim looked at the man and feigned surprise "Oh! It talks!"
The man looked Jim in the eyes "I will not be spoken to in that tone, weakling. You must do as I say."
Jim felt a shiver roll down his spine. Not knowing whom the man was, he felt the irresistible need to gain back his power. He got particularly close to the man's face, noses almost touching "Or what?" he whispered
The man raised his eyebrows "Or face my wrath." He said simply "There is a war beginning Mr. Moriarty and I don't think you would like to be on the wrong side."
"I see. What fun!" He said, chuckling and getting to his feet "But if you'll excuse me, as much as I enjoy tall handsome, yummy strangers, I don't come without a price."
The man smiled, "I think you'll help me. You love submission. You puny humans. You all do. I am just trying to help you. Why wouldn't you want a king?"
Jim cocked his head at the man, he started to circle him, and seeking out the kind of man he was. Mid way he asked "And if I agree to help you, what is your plan?"
"Simple. If you help me, I plan to rule the world."
Jim smiled, crossing once more to look at his face. "I don't know. It all sounds so… boring" he hissed.
The man was fed up. He pulled Jim from the ruff of his neck, forcing him to his knees. "There are two ways to go about this. I could give you the choice, or get you by force, either way, you are going to help me." He raised his stick, transforming from a suit into a full headdress and cape his walking stick now a staff. He grinned sheepishly pointing it at Jim's face "I am Loki Laufeyson and you shall obey. Kneel before me." He watched as Jim's eyes glazed over blue.
The unnerving smile still rested on Jim's lips.
Loki waved his staff once more, hoping to make him stop.
Jim laughed; he tried to stand, feeling the weight of Loki's spell on his shoulders. His eyes slowly changed back and Loki watched in horror as Jim stood to full standing, still grinning from ear to ear, struggling against his curse.
One foot quivering, keeping it at bay, Jim felt as if he had the weight sky on his shoulders. He tried to stay focused. Keeping his mind on one thing. After a moment, Loki's wrath stopped and Jim straightened with glee at this roadblock he had passed. He had the upper hand. Just where he wanted to be. He crossed very close to Loki, touching noses with the man.
"I don't do well under those circumstances. I will help you if you return the favour." Jim said, putting a hand on Loki's cold face. "Darling, you're such an amateur." He said, planting a small wet kiss on Loki's cheek and patting it twice.
"You will refer to me as master" Loki said, trying, desperately to regain some of his power
"If you insist." Jim said, winking, before tossing his apple up in the air and catching it with a grin.