IV

Sherlock released a deep groan as he tried to stretch out his back, using his hip to shut the door to Baker Street. The last case had been particularly physical in nature, leaving the detective sore and stiff thanks to quite a few miscalculated jumps between roofs. If he didn't see another dumpster for the rest of his life it would be all too soon. Right now, all he wanted was to collapse on his bed and feel Loki's magical fingers massaging away the tension in his lower back. He'd work on an appropriate bribe later.

The detective began towards his and Loki's apartment, not surprised to hear music wafting from the door. His godly lover had cultivated quite an appreciation for Earth's music, his taste lingering mostly with classical and instrumental music. Loki had developed a particular favoritism for violin music. Sherlock had no idea where he had picked up that preference.

The music playing through 221B today, however, was none of these genres. The song sounded familiar but Sherlock couldn't exactly place why. As he entered the apartment, he was surprised to hear Loki's voice melding with that of a young woman.

"Let it go!

Let it go!

Can't hold it back any more!"

Sherlock was careful to creep into the apartment soundlessly, not wanting to disturb Loki and his guest. Hearing Loki was such a rare treat that the detective didn't really mind if his lover did have a guest. Despite having the voice of an angel (at least in Sherlock's opinion) Loki was extremely self-conscious of his singing voice.

"Let it go!

Let it go!

Turn away

And slam the door!"

He leaned in the kitchen doorway to watch his lover sing. It turned out that Loki was alone with the CD player turned up loud but not enough to drown him out. The god of mischief was nimbly twirling about the kitchen, different spices and pats dancing about around him. Even Smauglock, Loki's precious plush dragon, was flying about, almost alive in the way he floated around.

"I don't care!

What they're

Going to say!"

The god was so caught up in his music that he didn't notice his lover was watching the spectacle. Not that Sherlock was protesting. He was enjoying the show quite a bit. He had to be as silent as possible as he pulled his cell phone out of his pocket, not wanting Loki to realize he was being recorded. The last time the detective had attempted this, Loki had not only kicked him onto the couch, but had cast a little raincloud to follow him around everywhere for a week.

"Let the storm

Rage on!

The cold never

Bothered me anyway!"

Sherlock could not find it in himself to be surprised Loki was singing Frozen karaoke. Nor could he mock him for it. Since Mary and John had forced them to see the popular movie, Loki had become somewhat obsessed with Disney's snow queen. As odd as it seemed for the Norse God of Mischief to love Disney, he could actually see why his lover favored Elsa. Loki had been banished from Asgard, as much for his differences from the Asgardians as well as his crimes in New York. But even among the friends he seemed to have made since courting Sherlock, he always seemed an outcast, willingly or not.

"It's funny how

Some distance…

Makes Everything

Seem-"

"Ooh.." Sherlock swore as a text message came in, pausing his recording and blowing his stealth. The sound caused Loki to turn towards him, whatever spell had been cast on the dancing objects breaking. Everything clattered to the floor except for Smauglock, whom Loki managed to catch.

"Sherlock! What are you doing?" Sherlock quickly ducked the phone behind his back, hoping Loki didn't notice the motion.

"What? Nothing! Just watching."

"Were you recording me?"

"Absolutely not. Why would I do that?"

"Give me your phone."

"No."

"Why not?"

"I don't want to." The mischief god began to stalk towards him, causing the detective to start backing up.

"Sherlock, I know you're lying." The god was mere inches away from his lover now, eyes flashing a fiery emerald color. "Give me your phone. Now."

"And if I say no?" Loki was in kissing distance, making Sherlock wonder if the act of something bolder would distract him from his quest. The trickster must have had the same idea for his hand tugged on the lapels of Sherlock's shirt, pulling him closer.

"You don't want to say no, Mortal…" Loki's cold lips were ghosting over Sherlock's as he spoke. "Hand the phone over… And you shall be rewarded…" For a moment, Sherlock was tempted to actually give in to Loki's seduction and hand over the phone. But where was the fun in that?

"No." And with that, Sherlock wriggled out of Loki's grasp and took off, only making it into the living room before Loki pounced on him, knocking him to the floor. The detective extended his arm as far as his reach would go, determined to keep the phone out of Loki's more extensive reach. "Get-oof! Off me!"

"Give! Me! Your phone!" The god straddled his mortal's waist, effectively pinning him to the floor. "You will not win this! Give me your phone, Sherlock!"

"Never!" Sherlock tried to throw the phone away from himself but Loki pinned his arm to the floor and grabbed the phone.

"Ha! I win!"

"Wanna bet?" With that the detective dug his fingers into Loki's side, causing the Trickster to start chuckling. He then brought his free hand to the god's exposed side, surrounding him in a fierce tickle attack. Sherlock found himself once again mentally thanking Mary for buying Loki mortal clothing as he would have never found this particular weakness through thick armors and leathers.

In Loki's fit of laughter, he finally dropped Sherlock's phone. The detective was quick to act, knocking the device away from the pair and out of Loki's sight, finally relieving the god of his vicious tickle attack. Loki took the chance to pin Sherlock's wrists beside his head, glaring venom laced daggers through his fading chuckles. "You-hee hee- will pay for that!"

"For what?" Sherlock asked, feigning innocence.

"You know damn well what, Mortal."

"Is it a crime for me to want to enjoy your voice in the future?"

"You recorded that without my permission. Then you lied to my face when you had been caught. You ran from me then proceeded to viciously attack me."

"There is nothing vicious about being tickled, drama queen."

"Silence, Mortal." The detective obeyed, well aware he was in deep trouble. Loki had assumed the demeanor of the dark prince, every tense muscle radiating danger. He shook his head. "I'm disappointed, Mr. Holmes. You had been… so well behaved lately." The God of Mischief leaned towards his detective's face, eyes glinting with smoldering impishness. Sherlock gulped, unsure of whether to be terrified or aroused. "Now I have no choice…" Loki whispered, burying his face into Sherlock's exposed neck mischievously. "But to punish you…" As the god dug his teeth into his detective's neck with dominant affection, Sherlock considered the idea that punishment may not be such a bad thing with Loki.