Random thought that just struck me...
John had his hand clamped over his mouth and was trying desperately to hold this laughter in, it really wasn’t working very well. Laughing at the homicidal god who was trying to destroy the whole planet probably wasn’t a very good idea. The tall black guy with the eye patch was frowning, both Holmes brothers were looking at him funny, but the bloke with the long blond hair and the hammer, you know the other god, was smirking along with John.
“Dr Watson, I really don’t think this is the time…” started eye-patch man.
“Director Fury,” interuppeted Mycroft. “John can hardly be faulted for finding Mr Loki’s choice of headwear a little odd. It is a… bold choice, particually for the season.”
Loki’s face turned so red so quickly, it was nearly maroon. It was probably a good thing he was in shackles and had his brothers heavy hand on his shoulder. The brother who barked out a laugh then looked apologetic when Loki glared over his shoulder at him.
John fought down a fresh wave of laughter, because it wasn’t about the hat although it certainly didn’t help.
“Mr Holmes,” said Fury. “You should stay out of things that don’t concern you.”
‘Anthea’ shifted slightly and glared at Fury, typing furiously onto her phone. John wondered what manner of terrible thing was soon to befall Director Fury.
Mycroft just smiled. “My house, Director. My rules.”
Fury sneered and Sherlock bristled. Sherlock was allowed to say such things to Mycroft, random Americans weren’t.
“Not the hat,” choked out John, before Sherlock could trigger an international incident. Again. “It’s just… Loki tried to destroy the earth, because…” John manfully fought off giggles. “Because… he thought Daddy loved big brother best… and he wanted to smash up his toys. I thought me and Harry were bad, then I thought these two,” he gestured to Sherlock and Mycroft. “Really, has no-one heard of family therapy?”
They was a slience as John pulled himself together. It was hard, Sherlock was smirking now the way he did when he thought John had done something usually clever, but everyone else looked so serious. Like they couldn’t see how completely ridiculous it all was.
“I will destroy you, and your whole pathetic planet one day,” stated Loki softly into to quiet.
John shrugged and looked him in the eye. “Maybe, but it won’t make you feel any better.”
Loki looked like he’d been slapped. Thor beamed at John.
“I like you Son of Wat, I shall return my brother to Asgard then we shall have a drink, you and I!”
Fury and the norse gods left, Mycroft and Anthea got into the waiting black car and John and Sherlock started walking home. (Sherlock turned down a lift from his brother on principle, John had to smile. No lessons learnt today.) They’d been walking for a few minutes when the thought suddenly struck John. He turned to Sherlock with wide eyes. “Sherlock, am I drinking buddies with Thor now?”
Sherlock just laughed.