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John returned home to 221B and found it uncharacteristically quiet. Since you and Sherlock had been introduced at a works party, the only one Sherlock would ever attend, the pair of you had become inseparable. The ex-army doctor wasn’t sure what it was between you but it was certainly strong. After the lease on your apartment ended you found yourself ‘homeless’ John had offered to you that you could stay with them and you had accepted.  You fully embraced living with the boys, sleeping around the flat in a sleeping bag, dealing with unexpected incidents and keeping Sherlock occupied when there was a lack of interesting cases

Sherlock had finished his case and offered to cook dinner, something John had suggested he do as a 'romantic' gesture. After eating the dish Sherlock had prepared you felt rather nauseous and the stomach ache you had been suffering from had worsen. Sherlock had loudly lamented that his cooking was not that bad, that he had eaten it also and he was fine. John had returned home to find you lying on the sofa, deathly pale, clutching your abdomen. "Where does it hurt (F/n)?" John prodded your stomach gently as he tried to work out what was going on. As he pushed down on your lower stomach you yelped. "There! It hurts there!" A flicker of conce

You were walking around the men's clothing section trying to find a suitable set of pyjamas for Sherlock, your long term boyfriend not that anyone else could tell. As you lifted up a blue checked pair and stepped back you fell over a pair of feet and landed on the floor. "Whoops!" A hand reached down and pulled you up. You found yourself face to face with a man who you recognised as Moriarty. "Where's your boyfriend?" Another man spoke and you turned around, a small frown appeared on your face. He is probably Sebastian Moran, you thought to yourself, then you wondered how the hell this had happened. A simple shopping trip now had the potent

Roses, lilies and orchids assaulted your nose as you opened the door of Baker Street; the delivery man forced the flowers onto you then left. Looking at the card that was attached you smiled: ‘Clichéd but I wanted to do this properly.’ Sherlock may not understand dating and feelings but he is trying you thought to yourself as you headed upstairs. You searched the kitchen and finally found a glass that could act as a vase which you rinsed- not sure what it had held previously. You added the flowers and their food. The gift of the flowers made you sure of Sherlock’s views of you, especially when you considered the arg

The harsh white light did nothing except illuminate the bruising across your sleeping face highlighting your injuries as Sherlock entered the room. The constant beeping of the monitor and your breathing filled the air, everything outside of the room forgotten about as he crossed the room to sit in on the plastic chair near your bed. Just shock, bruising and fractured ribs they said, nothing to be worried about but uncharacteristically Sherlock was worried. It was his fault, he dragged you out on the case as John was on a date only to watch you  be pushed and tumble down the stairs whilst he was busy being brilliant. All the pain you were feel

(A big thank you to baronessofblades for encouraging me to write this.) Now, I have read a number of Hiddleston's interviews and a few articles on the analysis of Loki. And here are four of them that I could mostly agree with: Tom Hiddleston Takes Us Inside The Complicated Mind of Loki Tom Hiddleston Explains The Psychology Of Loki Tom Hiddleston Talks The Madness of Loki, His Hope For Redemption In Thor 2 parasomnia, About Loki (I'd greatly recommend reading them as I could never explain it any better myself.) And this is just a small part of my humble study on Marvel's movie Loki: We all know who Loki is. Most of us have the most co