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This is it guys. Last chapter of Quiet. (I might do an Epilogue though so stay tuned.) I ended up getting excited and went back on my promise to my Tony to update my other fanfictions. ^-^" I don't think you'll mind, will you Anthony? Nah. Anyways! o.o I've been a bit worried about how I will wrap this up. Because I don't think I can just do a half assed job and tie it with a sloppy bow. XP So we shall see what happens! A few annoying little announcements…? Yes.

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~Tell me when you feel ready,

I'm the one there's not too many,

Hold my hand to keep me steady,

Just to be quiet with you~

Have you ever been trapped inside yourself? It was a hard thing to think about but in reality it happens a lot for a short moment. Just 30 seconds of wonder at the sound of rain or a moment of panic when you are caught up in the dreaded falling dreams, where you just cannot seem to catch yourself in time. And in that moment when you come back to the real world, you are left in numbed wakefulness at just how cold and quiet everything is.

Loki has been left in that continuous wakefulness for almost 2 months now.

When he had gotten back from the diner it had already been somewhat late. Tony had not come out; he was on a business trip that Loki did not know of.

But he had been waiting here. Not eating or anything. Waiting with a sick feeling to tell him a story about giving a waitress almost $2,000 dollars to save her business and ask some questions about morals and everything. Maybe drag him down to the diner to show him himself.

But that would be kind of like a date wouldn't it? He sighed and shivered lightly, his clothes were wet and frozen. But he supposed that everything just got to close too soon. He highly doubted that Tony Stark would want a relationship with someone that he had to pay for, take care of because of his kid issues; oh yah and he also blew up his tower.

That wasn't his fault; he was under death threat….

Besides.

He didn't want any sort of a relationship, especially not with a mortal. It would just end badly. He can't trust anyone, nor can Anthony. He was also in to women wasn't he? A huge playboy who preys on women who think they can change him. However he did seem awfully keen to kiss him, he did invite him in to his house.

But he shouldn't even think about that. Not if he hadn't even checked for him or let him know anything for two months.

You know. He thought that he had been lonely in Asgard. Thor had always gotten the friends, gotten the parental attention, the hearts of all the citizens. And he had just gone and hidden off in the tower. Even when Amora wasn't there to teach him magick lessons.

Just get up early, get fully cleaned dressed and ready, only to go and sit alone in a dark tower because no one ever wanted him around. He had thought he was lonely.

Then he actually met someone who became his friend. And then he had to go ahead and take care of him. Make him sort of want to take care of him too.

Oh give it up. He knew that he was starting to care for his only friend. Starting wasn't the right way to put it. It was more really, "I would jump off of the Bifrost if I had a 1 out of a million chance of being able to make you laugh again because you are the only one who seems to care about me, even if you really don't."

Yah that was about right.

He felt weak and too pale. Leaning back against the trunk of the tree he shook the snow off of his shoulders and closed his eyes.

OoOoO

Tony was actually have a great time. The Avengers were actually sort of a fun group of people to be around when they were not expecting to die any minute. That normally puts a downer on things.

Nah. Him and Clint had started off pretty badly but everything smoothed out.

Steve was fun to mess around with, play a few pranks on. That was one thing that Clint was good for.

Bruce was intelligent and provided a bit of stimulation to a mind bogglingly boring drive between countries.

Thor was great fun to be around. But there were always these little moment. Whether it was the way that he would tap his thumb against the middle of his palm a few times if he was thinking really hard, or the little "I Want" line that crossed through his forehead if he was denied something, that just really remind him of Loki. He was not sure how to put it to himself the feeling of emptiness for the God's company nor how he recognized that Loki did these things in the first place.

But Thor was his big brother. Sort of. He did not know what he was doing, and he was not going to tell the God of Thunder to stop because he was becoming homesick for his little brothers voice.

Creepy and probably life threatening.

Then of course there was Pepper. It did not help his guilt that she was always suddenly a sweetheart when he would come home late from a meeting, sore, tired and hungry.

She was always there with hot food and a big smile. Pepper had this thing. Thing meaning, "If I get my way I am going to be so happy that I will give you everything you need." But doesn't every woman have that sort of thing going on?

….Loki didn't….

Anyways, she would made sure he ate and then take him to bed. Not just like make sure he would go to bed. She would. Take him. To bed. In many different ways each time.

Was it strange that he was slowly starting to fall in love with her again? It was not just the sex, he knew that this time. But her laugh would make him smile in triumph again. He was happier to pull her closer and kiss her on the cheek good night and ecstatic to be able to wake up to her again.

They ended up going on a double date with Clint and Natasha. Of course Natasha was insisting they were only going as partners, but the way she smiled back when Clint winked at her, everyone else knew that was a complete lie.

The four of them had had incredible fun. Clint, Natasha and Tony had wanted Sushi but Pepper had frowned and instead they all dressed up and went to go and eat at a fancy restaurant. It was a nice change, and it was defiantly not boring when Clint decided to take off his tie and Pepper had a fit.

Tony had laughed and kissed her hand, that seemed to calm her down. She giggled too.

Afterwards they went to a movie. Something Tony hadn't done in a long while. Pepper had ended up sliding in to his lap during a frightening part. He grinned through the whole movie and held her tightly, without another thought in his mind.

But now they were on the plane back home. She was leaning on him, head comfortably cradled in his arms. He wished in the back of his mind that she was strong enough to let him lean on her like this.

That was when he remembered Loki for the first time in a month and a half.

It was like remembering that you had left your favorite pet outside for the full day while you had stayed inside and watched your favorite movie.

The difference of the favorite movie and the pet was that the movie could make you laugh and you only had to press play and sit back. But the pet needed attention, it needed to be fed and walked and cared for.

But a pet was something that took care of you too, no matter what.

Tony swallowed hard and looked out the window. He could see Malibu now. In his mind he could see the park and their tree.

The tree was fully dead and soggy. There were no more leaves on his mind's version of the tree. It had slush all around it and as well as the whole park and his house, was completely empty.

Because his pet had ran away.

OoOoO

Loki was dizzy. Maybe when one of the guards smashed his head down he had gotten some form of a concussion. Not like he would know. Or be able to fix it for that matter.

They had taken it all away. Odin had taken away his children then slowly took away his stores. He had magick in his blood, you cannot take that away. But you can revert its strength back to when it was born.

Able to keep his skin and eyes, not able to heal, not able to transform anything, he was left unable to be himself.

He felt as if crying would be too much of a waste of energy, funny how tears gathered anyway.

It was freezing or maybe that was just him putting up barriers from the world.

Loki did not raise his head at a rustling in the bushes. He turned his chin to his chest and hugged his knees tighter. He did not care if he was caught now. Who cared, he didn't. Anthony didn't obviously.

"Hey!" Came a loud cry, so close to a scream it hurt for his pounding head to hear. Suddenly there was a mad scrambling at the bottom of the tree.

So they had come for him. Finally found him. Loki wondered hopefully if they would be able to do anything that might actually kill him for once.

A hand grabbed his shoulder so forcefully that he toppled out of the tree. Something tight wrapped around his chest and hands and he was picked up roughly. Whoever picked him up was running.

He heard the Director call out an angry question. There was a reply from the solider carrying him. Then he let himself sink into blackness.

OoOoO

When Loki woke up he was warm, which was something that he was glad for. He took his time to open his eyes.

When he did the bright light pierced him. He tried to move his hands up and found that they were in restraints. Letting his arms and legs relax, knowing that it would do no good to struggle; he looked up past the bright lights.

There Director Fury stood, looking proud and fierce as ever. Actually even more so, and why not? He had finally captured the most wanted criminal.

His voice rasped in his throat, and no words came. The Director smiled and tipped a bottle to his lips. It tasted like bitter almonds. Tensing he turned his head and spat it on the floor panting.

Fury frowned and sighed. He disappeared for a minute. The light was blinding and his head throbbed. When he came back he had a triumphant smile on his face.

The IV was plugged in. Loki's vision swam and he slowly fell asleep.

OoOoO

When Loki woke up it was cold. HE was cold. He was actually shivering. The light was out. His hands were free. In fact he wasn't even on the steel hard table.

When he opened his eyes he saw he was on the floor in Tony's home. He swallowed hard finding that his throat felt like sandpaper.

Tony walked over and looked down at him. They stared at each other.

"Feel proud of yourself yet?" Loki blinked fuzzily unsure if this was truly happening or if it was just another dream. "You gave yourself a fever that could be dangerous to even normal temperature based creatures. In fact a human probably would have died." Tony glared down at him.

Loki coughed and moved to sit up. Tony's face instantly went blank then softened as he leaned down to help him get up and move him to the couch to sit up straight.

The tired god ended up leaning against Tony so much he had to sit by him. Tony smiled lightly and had him lay his head down in his lap. Judging by the way Loki was looking up at him, he wasn't sure if Tony was actually there.

"Hey Lokes. I'm sorry I haven't seen you in a while." Tony ran his hand over his dirty hair and brushed it back smirking kindly as Loki relaxed suddenly and smiled, finally understanding this was happening.

"I got taken away with my little band to Europe for the past few months. Then I come back to find you just huddled up on the tree? Jesus honey, you were already skinnier than anything I've ever seen," he poked at his apparent ribs, "You could have brought a cheeseburger along or something in your stake out."

Loki smiled lightly and rasped, "I suppose I lost track of time." Tony smiled lightly and carefully stood up letting him lay down and went over to the elevator to pick up some food.

"Well. I ordered us the most fattening burger you will ever eat in your life. That and some ice should knock your fever down enough for your magick hands to take the rest shouldn't it?" Loki frowned.

"Not quite Stark." He rasped uncomfortably and shifted in to a sitting position again.

Tony frowned lightly, "Really not feeling up to it? You still have a high fever. But I can get you some aspirin and-" Loki laughed weakly, more like a few short breaths.

"You are fussing Anthony." He simply said blinking tiredly. Tony smirked.

"So what if I am?" He disappeared to go and set the food in the bedroom and came back, quickly swooping Loki up in to a bridal style hold and started to carry him to the bedroom. Loki groaned and dropped his head in to his chest; he could pay later for this. But if you're sick it's great to have someone you can trust dote on you, so he was not going to complain.

Tony laid him on the bed and pulled a blanket over him, propping him up on pillows. He went and got an ice cold rag and laid it on his forehead.

"There. Now all we need is for you to gain maybe 25 pounds and we are good." Tony smirked and passed him the cheeseburger. "I don't care if you throw it up, eat it anyway. Something'll stay down."

Loki rolled his eyes, "Don't be disgusting." He looked over as Tony flopped beside him and took a bite of his own burger. They ate in silence until Loki decided he would definitely get sick if he ate anymore.

He set the burger down on the side table with the wrappings and turned on his side letting himself curl up in to a little ball of misery. He watched Tony carefully before sighing heavily.

"I missed you." Tony wiped a bit of ketchup off his chin and didn't look at him.

"Yah?"

"Yah."

Silence.

Tony sighed and leaned down, laying to face him and pull him closer so they were a few inches apart.

"I've missed you too."

Silence.

Loki blinked a few times. They met eyes. Stared at each other for a long minute. It was that weird kind of pull like last time …cliché right? Still. They both leaned in at the same time. Their lips met softly and Loki moved closer to curl in to him more. Tony wrapped his arms around the sick god to pull him closer and run a hand up his back in comfort. Both of them relaxed and Tony heard Loki let out an almost silent hum.

Who knows how long the kiss lasted. In that minute, the two of them wished it would never end.

They both pulled away at the same time and watched each other. The intensity was gone. Both had been knocked off their feet.

Tony grip tightened on Loki's middle to pull him closer and Loki rested his burning forehead on his shoulder panting lightly, eyes half closed.

"I missed you." Loki muttered again.

Tony didn't say anything. He looked down at the head of black hair that was hiding in his chest. He swallowed hard

"…"

"Sir. Miss Potts has arrived with the final bit of paper work. She seems intent to take you out as well." Jarvis keyed up softly before moving silent again.

Loki looked up quietly and met Tony's eyes. Tony hesitated. But he knew not for nearly enough.

He sighed and let his arm slide from under Loki and got up. He straightened his shirt, unable to look back at the god as the pulled a button up over his tank top. But as he turned around to leave their eyes met.

Who knew a soul could look so crushed.

Tony had slept with a lot of girls and broken their hearts before. This was only a kiss. Loki shouldn't look so hurt.

His green eyes had a few tears in the corners that his pride couldn't keep out. With his hair messy and dirty, and his face red and miserable from the fever, he only looked worse. Legs tangled in the blankets and arms shaking with the effort it took to sit up.

Tony sighed and shook his head.

"I can't do this anymore."

Silence.

Tony shook his head again and looked away.

"I just can't."

Then he went to go and meet his girlfriend for dinner.