Looking up at his monster of an adopted father, Loki let his hand slip from the end of the hammer, falling downwards into the abyss. Falling towards the unknown, the last thing he heard before he hit the other side was a faint calling of loss from the man that lied to him all his life.

Jim Moriarty slowly opened one eye, scanning the surrounding rooftop. The sirens were getting closer, and he realized Sherlock had taken his threat seriously.

"Excellent." he murmured, getting up slowly to avoid anyone who might look up. He cautiously walked over to the side of the roof away from what he assumed was a crowded street 4 stories below.

Sitting down on the edge, Moriarty crossed his legs in front of him and pulled out a sandwich from his inside suit pocket. Unwrapping it, he heard a curious sound from above.

Looking up, a deep purple shape had opened up above the building, stars spilling through the opening. Not only that, but a green, black and gold canon ball shot through the opening and hit the roof hard. Well, this could be interesting.

The smoke cleared and a man kneeled there, holding a golden staff with a bright blue orb hung unsuspended near the razor sharp edge, stained red with blood. While the man was dressed oddly, Moriarty didn't take much notice of it. The gleaming golden helmet with extremely long, sharp bull horns had captured his attention.

The man rose from his kneel and scanned the area, before coming to rest on Jim, still sitting on the edge of the far side of the building, holding his sandwich.

"What realm is this?" the man demanded of the sharply dressed man sitting before him.

"Earth." Moriarty replied simply.

"Earth, you say?" the man threw his head back and laughed, sunlight glinting off the golden helmet, "How charming. Kneel mortal."

Moriarty chuckled and got up. He swaggered over to the strange man.

"You just fell through the sky, and you expect me to kneel before you like some common man? Tut tut darling, while that may be impressive to some, you have no power here, unlike I." Moriarty turned and chuckled again, beginning to walk away from the lunatic in his presence, "Now, if you'll excuse me I have a sandwich to eat."

"No power? Really...," the stranger said from behind him, taking careful aim with his staff.

Moriarty swiveled on his heel, to face him again and was forcefully blown backwards across the roof by a bright blue light. He landed hard, 30 feet away, a black mark burned across his suit. He lay dazed for a moment, before snapping his head back to the freak with the horned helmet.

The man had stormed across the roof toward him and held him by the lapels of his suit jacket, face inches away from his own.

"My name is Loki." he snarled, "I am of Asgard. I am your king, your god and you will kneel before me!"

He let go and aimed his staff at Moriarty again and screamed, "KNEEL MORTAL."

Moriarty was unphased. So this Loki character had some shiny blue energy he could control, but that didn't mean power. That meant push, something he could use. If he would see sense. Which he would have to. He picked himself up and kneeled before Loki, arms spread gracefully.

Loki lowered his staff to his side and grazed his hand over the wicked sharp ridge when a glint of red flashed across his eye, and although he couldn't tell where it came from; he knew the man kneeling before him had something to do with it. He looked down to find the man grinning up at him, arms still spread.

"What is this?" Loki demanded again.

"That, my most fatuous lord, is the pinprick of light that will end your life unless you do exactly as I say." laughed Moriarty, springing up from his kneel to dance around the green and gold robed man tauntingly.

Loki laughed, "I am a god you fool. Nothing can kill me." He waved his hand dismissively, leveling his staff at Moriarty to blast him again.

"Ah, ah, ah. Not so fast darling. We've had your type here before, believe it or not. What with The Doctor zipping all over the place in the infernal blue box of his with his blonde girlfriend. We learned how to harm his type, your type, every last pompous thing out there that thinks they can just waltz in a rule the world." Jim sang, as he completed another circle around Loki.

Loki lowered his staff cautiously, uncertain about the change of events. This man, this Jim Moriarty, said he had resources to kill him, and while he doubted it would kill him, being majorly injured was not out of the question, and therefore, he would listen to the man. He lowered his staff further, "The scene below, was that your doing?"

"Yes. But see, I have power here. In this realm as you called it. And you know I co-" Moriarty broke off as a tune blared from his pocket, it was rather catchy and upbeat for a man such as himself, but he liked it just the same.

"One moment please." He turned and dug a mobile phone out of his pants pocket and turned his back on Loki. "Ah ah ah ah, stayin' alive, stayin' alive, ah ah – Moran? What did I say about … I'm well aware Sebastian, but I don't think— and you think I can't see the situation too? I'm in the process of … yes I know you don't want mm—yes but if I can persuade him—do you doubt me? Sebastian, darling, really … yes alright … yes, me too. 8 o'clock."

"Husband?" questioned Loki, amused.

"No, not my husband, he's…" Jim trailed off.

"Do not try and lie to me James Moriarty, I know your mind."

"You what?" puzzled Jim, hurrying to conceal any emotion floating around his face. Loki could not know he was bluffing. While he did have power and Sebastian's rifle was trained on him, the man before him was inhumanely quick and precise. Right now Loki was on defense, while he, on offence.

Loki chuckled and sighed, "I heard his voice from the other side of whatever it was you were using to communicate. He likes to worry about you. And dinner at 8; how sweet."

Jim cleared his throat and straightened his tie before began his attack again, "As I mentioned before, I have power here. You want power here, yes? I could help you with that. There are just a few things you have to agree to."

Loki considered. If this man was bluffing, he would wait until his weapon wasn't pointed at his forehead before blowing him to smithereens. However, if this man was truthful in his quest to help himself gain power in this new realm, he would agree to his terms. And blow him to bits sometime later.

"What do you want, then?" asked Loki.

Jim smiled, "Not much really, just do everything I say, don't ask questions, and we'll be just fine. Basically just raze the city and pronounce yourself as ruler. They don't really know what to do after that point so they kneel before you and obey; mostly."

He flicked out a hand and signaled with two downwards pointing fingers. The red light flickered across Lokis' eyes again. Loki assumed he'd told his weapon to stand down.

"If that is all then, I will be-" Loki said, turning on his heel, to jump down of the rear side of the building.

"Not so fast, love. One more thing."

Loki whipped his head around, and once more Jim found himself captivate by his new partners helmet he wore with such pride. He wanted it. He wanted it now.

"Your helmet." said Jim, pointing to the gleaming horns.

"What about it?"

"I want it. Give it to me." Moriarty grinned and stepped closer to Loki.

Loki threw his head back again and cackled, "You want my helmet. Why?"

"Right, to repeat, 'do everything I say, and don't ask questions, and we'll be fine.'" Moriarty said, still grinning.

Loki paused. "Alright."

Loki pulled the golden helmet off his head and handed it to Moriarty, bright blue eyes piercing dark brown ones.

"Treat it well." Loki turned with a grin, disappearing off the side of the building, a golden glow floating around his face.

Jim lifted the helmet to place it on his own head, when it suddenly vanished from his hands, as if there was nothing there in the first place. He heard a cackle from the place where the god had jumped off the building; obviously this was nothing new to Loki.

Jim smiled to himself. This could be the start of something good. He glanced up. The purple vortex had closed above the building, and the sirens were fading into the distance. Distained cries still sounded below him, but he picked his sandwich up from off the roof and sat back down on the roofs edge to enjoy his double victory.

AN: Hi, my name's Sarah, derp, derp how do you paragraph?

I'M SO SORRY TO ANYONE ELSE WHO ACTUALLY READ THAT.

Cracks you say? You would like a Crack-y Avengers/Sherlock fic with Doctor Who references with helmet!kink? HERE YOU GO! I have no idea what I'm doing.

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