the variant time files make me crazy. they make me insane.
DOSSIER #201
R.V.A CASE LL-4.1 & DX-4.1 | ENGLAND, 1813
You swear he will be the death of you.
It's an unconditionally hot summer — but that doesn't stop the men from gathering on the front lawn of the manor for a good game of rugby in the late afternoon sun.
Beside Jane and Darcy under the pergola, you bury your face into your fan.
Mr. Loki has forgone his jacket — there's rivets of sweat running down the long, strong stretch of his neck and chest. His sleeves have been rolled up, and you inhale tightly as you watch him laugh at something Thor says and back peddles down the greenery. He's all legs. Tall, sharp, and handsome.
And sweating.
Good lord.
You reach for a glass of lemonade. The condensation bites at your fingertips. You feel a bead of sweat run down your back.
Even here, in the shade, it's hot.
Blame the view.
Jane and Darcy are no better. The conversation died a while ago when the jackets and shirts were tossed to the grass in favor of denoting teams.
When the match finally ends, you try your best to fan yourself and resume your reading. Jane and Darcy decide the heat isn't worth suffering any longer.
Loki has other plans.
He's still a bit out of breath when he approaches the covered tea-table. His smile is boyish — a rarity.
"I hope you enjoyed the sport."
You drag your eyes across him. "Seemed rough."
Loki squints into the sun, his hands perched on narrow hips. He perches one leg up on the second step, and leans. He looks relaxed. Truly a sight you try to remember. He must have noticed.
"I believe we're headed to the pond for a swim," he says, turning to eye Thor back over his shoulder, "Should be back in time for dinner."
His curls are sticking to the back of his neck. You can see the muscles of his back through the thin linen of his shirt.
You clear your throat. "Do enjoy."
"I'd offer another view," he says slowly and with enough coy to kill, "But, I fear that may not be entirely decent for a lady of your standing."
You nearly choke on your water.
"Must you tease?"
His laugh is gentle. "It's in my nature, Doctor."
"Yes, well," you mutter as you stand, "Enjoy the swim."
You gather your book, and turn — but before you can step down, there's a hand offered to you. Loki looks softer and less like the man whom you'd had such a dire rivalry with during the spring. Summer has brought different feelings, it seems.
You take his hand and ignore the burn of your skin on his.
He helps you down the steps, then gives a small, courteous bow.
"Perhaps... Chess, after dinner?" he calls, after you return the bow and begin down the path.
"That is a view I'd adore, Loki."
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It was his scent- just behind his ear, and the way he made toast with jam. The little things that made Sherlock's heart swell.
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