~*~ Well, thank you for clicking on the story with the weird title. Welcome to my madness.
I have a million little plots and ideas where, after the Avengers, Loki moves in with Sherlock and John. Keep an eye out for them. Most are fluff, but I hope to write the whole damn thing down. It'll be big.
Oh, and the craziness in this story? THIS WAS ALL KAT'S IDEA! That is all.
Musical Muse: Avengers playlist. I have a playlist for all my fandoms.
Warnings: Pretty serious crack.
Disclaimer: Sweet Zombie Jesus if I owned any of these characters Sherlock season 3 and Thor 2 would be out like NOW. I just own a passle of plot bunnies.
Thanks again to Kat, for inspiration and support and Beta-ness.

~*~Flying Skull~*~

Loki was practically bouncing in his chair. That was bad.

He must have set a trap…or made up a prank…or something else had entered his devious mind and it was pleasing him to no end. But the only thing Loki could do was await either of his flatmates to blunder in and set it off.

John hoped it wasn't him because, whatever it was, it was going to be a doozy. He may not have Sherlock's observational skills, but he knew that normally, Loki would be still and casual, not wanting to give away the fact that he had something planned. If he was reacting like this…well, it was going to be bad.

John had returned home to the sight of the Incredible Bouncing Loki and apparently was not the only one rapt with terrified fascination. Sherlock was scrutinizing said trickster from the other end of the couch, looking like he hadn't blinked for the past hour. He probably hadn't.

John carefully entered the kitchen, stepping as lightly as he could. Loki had actually climbed up in his chair to watch him from over the chair's back, so John was unspeakably careful as he lifted the lid of the kettle.

It was empty, which surprised him. If he was trying to play a trick on him, he'd put something in the kettle. Maybe he wasn't the target after all.

After lighting a fire under the kettle – it surprisingly didn't explode –, John turned to look at Loki. Feeling the scrutiny of two mortals, Loki smiled like an overjoyed child.

"What?" he must have tried for childish innocence, but there was too much laughter in his voice.

"You've done something, haven't you?" asked John. Loki's grin grew wider.

"Obviously he has John. He –" Sherlock was abruptly interrupted by the skull on the mantelpiece taking flight.

It zoomed around the room on its own, making long swooping circles over the men's heads. John resisted the urge to duck as it repeatedly came near him. Sherlock watched it much like a cat would watch a trapped bat. Loki was finally overcome with the giggles he had been trying to stifle for an hour.

The oddity of the flying skull was taken to the ridiculous extreme due to of the noise. It rattled. Loki had placed his horned helmet on the skull once his true identity had been revealed, and now it provided the soundtrack for the strange activity occurring in 221B

After a minute, the skull peacefully retuned to the mantle. Loki's giggles died down, and he looked at his flatmates expectantly.

"It responds to the "O" word doesn't it?" It was John who answered first, surprisingly. Sherlock sent him a very troubled look.

"That's correct, actually. Sherlock uses it quite a bit." Loki grinned at the still-silent flatmate. John did as well.

"Used to use quite a bit." John grinned right back.

~*~ Oh Sherlock, how will you survive without your favorite word? Please review and be ready for more.