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It was a bright and almost-warm day in Asgard. The sun was out, though a wind blew in from over the waters with a chilly bite to it. Thor wore his long armour, red cloak fanning before him as he made his way to a chamber where he was sure to find Loki. His brother said -quiet often, actually- that he hated the midgardians, so fragile and mortal. But something about them must have drawn Loki to them, or at least didn't repel him as much as usual, as he spent much time watching them. Thor strode into an orange curtained room, the windows where wide and glassless, leaving the curtains to flutter in the cold breeze. Up on a pedestal sat a great

It was a bright and almost-warm day in Asgard. The sun was out, though a wind blew in from over the waters with a chilly bite to it. Thor wore his long armour, red cloak fanning before him as he made his way to a chamber where he was sure to find Loki. His brother said -quiet often, actually- that he hated the midgardians, so fragile and mortal. But something about them must have drawn Loki to them, or at least didn't repel him as much as usual, as he spent much time watching them. Thor strode into an orange curtained room, the windows where wide and glassless, leaving the curtains to flutter in the cold breeze. Up on a pedestal sat a great

Sherlock, dressed in a loose shirt and pants with his dressing gown stood overlooking the more shady parts of London. The old yellow light in the room made his pale skin look sickly, showing more of how he felt than the Doctor would ever know. "I hear you've been impersonating me again" he finally said, speaking for the first time since the Doctor had arrived hours earlier. The Doctor had thought the man had been tucked away in hid mind palace, so made himself at home with tea and some wires to fiddle around with. "Doyle's version of you. There's a difference" he said, taking a sip of his tea before reaching for a screwdriver -not a sonic one

Lestrade sighed deeply, rubbing his face as he blindly reached for his coffee mug, -Sherlock had actually given it to his for Christmas, though he deeply suspected John had bought it and told Sherlock to give it to him, seeing as he had received it a week before the holiday, without it being wrapped- and found in empty. Lestrade almost groaned in frustration. Today was turning out to be a horrible day. He glanced at the man opposite him, who grinned in return. Lestrade barely restrained himself from leaning over the desk and punching him. No one, absolutely no one should be that happy at 6 o' clock on a Monday morning. Lestrade settled for n

"Sam, Dean, this is Sherlock Holmes" the Doctor said, back turned to the other three occupants of the room as he tinkered with one of the many supernatural objects the boys kept around the bunker. Dean was silent for a moment, Sam raising an eyebrow at the Doctor's back "okay, did he just say 'Sherlock Holmes'?" Dean asked his brother "yeah," Sam said slowly, looking over to the apparent 'Sherlock Holmes' who was standing by the table, looking at a book Sam had been reading before their two guests had arrived. "I think he did. How-" "Parallel  universe" Sherlock cut in, not looking up from the old ledger "I exist here while the books that fe