Sir Arthur Conan Doyle, Steve Moffat, Mark Gatiss own Sherlock and his realm. Marvel owns Loki and Darcy Lewis. I just own my computer,my version of Openoffice, and my sick fantasies. English is not my native language, and this story is un-betaed, so please forgive the mistakes and the typos.
Previously...
"Well...Darcy, Lukas...this is my consulting detective, Sherlock Holmes".
"Sherlock Holmes!? Sherlock "Boffin" Holmes?!". Darcy's loud shriek disturbed the quiet atmosphere in the coffee shop. All the customers looked at them, but thankfully their attention quickly shifted back to their drinks. Sherlock huffed, insulted by the appellative, and Molly seemed quite upset too.
"Darcy, it's not very nice for you to use that moniker...". The american girl laughed in disbelief, stopping her cousin's reprimand."You are defending him? Him ? The man who used you to gain his entry to your morgue, or to have some severed fingers to experiment with? You complained about him with me on the phone every time, during the last three years! How many times did he flirt with you, or simply lie to you, just to make you do what he wanted?".
The sound of Sherlock's fist on the table startled the little group. "Never. I never lied to Molly. Every time I complimented her in the past, I never said anything I didn't think. And for the times I made her suffer, I've already apologised".
Darcy stared back at him, not entirely convinced. "So what? You say sorry, and then decide to give her a try? And what about you, Molly? Have you forgiven him, after all these years full of humiliations, and manipulations?".
"Darcy...stop now". This time was Loki's voice to interrupt his girlfriend's rant."I know why you are doing this, but I don't think that everyone here needs to hear your opinion about your cousin's love life". Darcy turned to him, and then looked at Molly, who had not replied yet.
"You're right. Molly, I think we both need to refresh our lipstick". She stood up, and waited for the pathologist to do the same; when her cousin was next to her, Darcy hugged her tightly. The two whispered a few words, and with a last look to Sherlock and Loki, they made their way towards the restroom.
The two men remained silent for an uncomfortable lapse of time, until one of them finally broke the silence.
"I know who you are, Mr Friggason. Or better, I know who you really are".
Loki kept a straight face, and continued to stare at his tea.
"And you know that I'm not lying, of course, when I say that I'm a little surprised at your choice of company. Ms Lewis hardly seems an appropriate companion for a prince".
The God smirked in response. "Trust me, Mr Holmes, she's adequate enough for me. Most important of all, she genuinely forgave me for my past...intemperances. A trait she seemed to share with her cousin, and of you should be thankful for it, for what I've just heard".
"So, Mr Odinson…or do you go by Laufeyson, now?" Sherlock's casual tone didn't prevent Loki from grimacing, and the english man smirked in return. "Anyway, aren't you supposed to be dead?"
"Well, Mr Holmes, I believe I might ask the same to you…" the God answered, ans this time the consulting detective's smile was less mocking.
"I think you will agree with me, that sometimes a little bit of dying is required, in order to fulfill our purpose".
They silently tried to stare the other down, until Loki lost interest in their silly power play. "So, what gave me away? So far, you've been the only human capable to look beyond my disguise. I'm quite intrigued by your method, Mr Holmes".
"Well, I suppose I should start with a list of your telltale signs...but why waste time?" Sherlock asked."Let's just say that sometimes, having an older brother occupying a minor position in the British Government is quite useful, as far as obnoxious the brother might be..." the consulting detective concluded, quite disturbed by his admission".
"Older brothers... how many crimes have we committed , to deserve them?". Loki and Sherlock smirked in agreement, until suddenly the smile fell from Sherlock's lips. "Our partners are spending a lot of time in the restroom, just to refresh their make-up...".
Loki dismissed his worried statement with a quiet laugh. "Darcy's surely already apologised for her rude behaviour to your girlfriend, and now they are talking behind our backs".
"Molly would never...". A muffled noise caught the consulting detective's attention, and he sprinted towards the restroom, followed by a confused God.
The room was empty, with no sign of Darcy and Molly. Something strange caught the former villain's attention. The writing on the mirror didn't have any sense for Loki, but apparently the four words written with Darcy's red lipstick had the power to drain the colour from the already pale face of the man standing by his side.
"DID YOU MISS ME?".
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