With that, Sherlock walked back around him and sat down in the chair, one long leg crossing over the other. He couldn’t help but ask, “So, who is it you hate? Your father or your brother?” Sherlock looked over his shoulder at Loki innocently, his face as pure as the driven snow. Loki had pressure points too and Sherlock was merely brushing his hand over Loki’s obvious pressure point in turn, he hadn’t even started to squeeze. It was obvious. Insecurity usually came from feelings of inadequacy since childhood, Loki wanted to assert himself as the alpha male in the room, so that narrowed it down to father or brother. Plus, Sherlock had personal experience with this… after all, he had a Mycroft. So did Loki.