On the intention to app to asgardeventide

[prepared_to_burn]

Not only do you want to take me to a city created by Norse gods, but you want Mycroft to come as well. To make me live with him. While concealing from John that not only am I not dead but also that I'm in the city at all. Points one and three? Tolerable. Point two? No.

I don't care that you think it'd be "fun." Life with Mycroft? Never fun. Dull on the best of days, exceptionally irritating on most. Occasionally infuriating. The only part of this idea that is remotely acceptable is having someone there whose identity I could assume for anonymous messages. Even that isn't worth the annoyance of dealing with Mycroft on a daily basis.

Reconsider.

That is not a request.

SH

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[mycroft_holmes]

We survived together before.

[Statement of fact, he'll not be sharing his thoughts on this idea.]

[willbemother]

Good lord. It almost sounds like you think you're not insufferable.

[ He's got a good thirty-some-odd years to attest to the contrary. But Mycroft doesn't smile when he delivers the retort. He doesn't frown, not exactly, but it's most important that he's not smiling. Smiles are for comforting and degradation, of which he supplies neither. But there is consideration, calculation for which he's no doubt been called. ]

A step off the ledge and into Valhalla. I think your valkyrie would consider it apropos. He knew his mythos rather well, for a practical.

[mischieves]

Being in Asgard merely tolerable?

[ he rises a brow, mildly amused. ]

Tread carefully. Some may find that ... nearly insulting.

[doctors]

If it's any consolation, I already know. So we can put that aside.