The Silence is Broken

Author Note: For all who are reading this unaware: this is a sequel to "Silence is the Loudest Cry". You can't really just read one without the other so go back to the search bar and type in Silence is the Loudest Cry. Do it, I dare you – something cool will happen!

For all of you fantastic fans, you, I appreciate you all so much I decided that I would indeed write this sequel for you! Remember to 'favorite', 'follow', and 'review'. Be warned, updates will every other day to every three days instead of everyday this time soooo I hope you guys like it! For all who have read SITLC check the bottom for something I wanted to tell you guys…

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"Sir, he appears to be…on a date…" the SHIELD agent said quietly, slowly, and slightly awkwardly into the line on his wrist.

"What do you mean, 'on a date'?" Director Fury's voice crackled in his ear.

"I mean…he's with a woman. Should I approach him?"

"No…just observe for now," Fury replied after taking sufficient time to digest the information of Loki being on a date with a real human woman.

"Yes, sir," the agent said as sunk farther back into the shadows of the large library. They had first tracked Loki to Oswego, New York and then sent a lone agent to check the sighting to see if the information had been correct.

Not many people actually knew about Loki – his presence had been kept quite hush-hush in the government and the people who did see him had mostly, and unfortunately, either died or been too scared to say anything. Almost everyone in the whole world still didn't know anything about the second Asgardian god.

A bright laugh floated to the agents ears and he squinted his eyes, not sure he was seeing things correctly. It was the dead of night and Loki and a currently unnamed woman were sneaking across the lawn of the public library holding large metal trash can covers.

They were both trying – and failing – to control their laughter as they snuck towards the large stairs at the foot of the library. The woman tripped and Loki caught her before she fell and they both started into a large fit of uncontrollable laughter. When they finally got close enough for the agent to see…he wasn't sure what he was seeing: both were holding decorated trash can covers and put them on the stone lions on the steps.

They both ran back onto the grass but Loki grabbed the woman's wrist and pointed towards the lions. A spark of emerald light burst from his fingertips and hit the lions. Suddenly both lions got up and started dancing and the woman looked back at Loki, shrieking with laughter and tackled him to the ground half-yelling, half-trying to whisper, "Stop! Someone will see – ahahaha!"

"C'mon, c'mon!" Loki urged in the same whisper-yell and they sprinted towards an old red truck. Loki dove through the window and the woman laughed again.

"That's not fair!" the agent heard her laugh.

Was it possible? Was Loki actually…on a date?

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"Hey, do you remember when we first met?" Lillian asked.

Loki nodded, realized she couldn't see him from this position and said, "Of course. How could I forget? You ordered me two cheeseburgers and told me that I needed to gain some weight."

"Oh, that's not how I remember it!" Lillian laughed playfully as she scooted closer to Loki. They were lying, spoon position, on the couch watching the original Spider-Man movie.

"Oh really? How to you remember it?" he asked, tightening his arm around her small waist.

"Well, as I remember I came into the diner and you were sitting there looking like a bag of bones – hey, no interrupting!" she said as Loki growled in her ear. "Anyway, you totally tried to pick me up with, 'where am I?' so I told you where we were and bought you something to eat because I fall for that stuff all the time, and you know it!" She finished.

"Hm," Loki hummed, "I like my version better."

Lillian rolled her eyes, "Of course you do. How do you remember telling me who you really are, Loki?" She asked, using his name as extra emphasis.

"That is one of my fondest memories with you," Loki said, faking injury at her words. "You were so surprised…"

Lillian shook her head with a small laugh, "Whatever you say, now shhhh! This is my favorite part!"

Loki had been exceedingly lucky when he came to earth. He could have been found by anyone and he knew that. He had been so lucky as to have been found by Lillian. She was funny, witty, and even liked causing her own special brand of harmless mischief.

She had been completely furious with him when he had told her who he really was but…she heard him out. She listened to his side of the story and understood. It wasn't his fault – well, maybe it was – a little.

Now it had been six months together and they had moved into an apartment together. For a long time he couldn't sleep at night, too afraid he would be found, and even now he lapsed. He would start worrying that Odin would take him away from Lillian, or worse: that silly organization SHIELD would find him and take Lillian away from him. They had seemed like a ruthless organization and would do anything to get at Loki, even hurting Lillian. But every time he started worrying about anything from the past Lillian would be there to pull him back to his new, fantastic present life.

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Loki woke up and Lillian wasn't beside him. Normally it just meant that she was cooking breakfast, or out in town, or sometimes even working, but not this morning. Not after he had had another nightmare about SHIELD taking her away and…and, and torturing her.

Loki shot out of the bedroom like a bullet to find Lillian in the kitchen, cooking an egg. Loki rushed up behind her and grabbed her waste pulling her into him. "Don't leave me," he half sobbed.

She gently turned herself around in his grip and hugged him. She didn't say anything for a while but the silent message was there, 'I'm always here for you. I won't leave. I love you.' Lillian went up on her tippy-toes and kissed him, "Want to talk about it?"

Loki shook his head and sunk to the floor, taking Lillian with him. His stomach was sick with fear and hatred and old feelings that should have been long gone. "I think our eggs are burning, babe," Lillian said after a while.

Loki took a breath, smiled at Lillian and helped her up. "Sorry," he said, voice only slightly shaky.

"It's ok; the eggs can be saved," he appreciated how nonchalant she could be about it when it was over.

Loki's usual mischievous grin returned to his face, "I'm so relieved," he replied sarcastically as he gave her a kiss.

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Lillian laughed, care-free at whatever smart comment Loki had just said and smiled happily at Loki. How very lucky she was to have Loki. Sure, he had his flaws and his baggage but that's what made Loki, Loki. She'd be lying if she said she didn't come with flaws and baggage of her own.

"You have to eat it!" She said as she held up a forkful of burnt egg.

"I am so not eating that," he replied playfully as he eyed the crispy critter. Just as he reached a hand over to take the fork the door to their apartment burst open and a dozen black suited, heavily weapon-ed men flooded into their living room and kitchen area.

Loki growled – not the cute, playful growls he made when they were cuddling, but a loud, menacing sound. And maybe only she heard it, but it sounded slightly scared, too. He shot out of his chair faster than should be possible, picked Lillian up, and put her behind him near the back of the kitchen as he faced the armored men.

"Stand down," barked a commander of some sort and then a man, slightly shorter than the armored men came into view. He wasn't wearing any armor but was obviously packing heat. "Mr. Odinson," he said.

Lillian could have sworn Loki bristled at the mention of his former life and she wanted to smack the condescending smirk right off the man's face. "Agent Coulsen," Loki replied, voice like shards of ice.

"Wait, Coulsen?" Lillian asked as she glanced warily at all the weapons in the room.

Loki merely nodded and Coulsen took a step forward to shake her hand, only to be warded off by one of Loki's more venomous glares, "Agent Coulsen. I work with –"

"SHIELD, yeah, yeah, I know. How are you alive?" Lillian interrupted impatiently. She was getting seriously freaked out by all the guns and the previously thought dead people. "Is he a zombie?" Lillian whispered in Loki's ear.

"No," Coulsen answered instead. "It seemed that Mr. Odinson's aim had been slightly off that day."

Lillian highly doubted that: for one, Loki was a god and was pretty much perfect at everything. Two, she knew his favored weapon, aside from magic, was throwing daggers and there's no way someone with that fighting style could ever had bad aim. Thirdly, Loki had been currently under the control of the 'Other' and there was no way the 'Other' would have let Loki miss – which meant…Loki had purposely not killed this man. It fit; Loki had told her he hadn't directly killed many people throughout the whole Chitauri debacle. But, instead of saying all that, Lillian just said, "Riiiiiight,"

"What can we do for you?" Loki asked as he straightened up and leveled an icy glare at all the agents in their house.

"We need you to come with us," Coulsen said as he motioned for two agents to come over and escort Loki.

Loki was about to throw up a shield of energy and teleport Lillian and himself away but…he was a better person. "Lillian stays here," he said. It was more of a demand or a statement than a question.

"Of course," Coulsen said as he walked back towards the door.

"I'll see you later, Lill," Loki said as he turned and gave Lill a kiss. She grabbed his hand and squeezed it reassuringly.

Two agents grabbed Loki's army but suddenly an electric shock ran up their arms. Just because he would go with them didn't mean he had to be completely nice.

My, my, my; who knew Loki could be such a fluffy love bird when it came to people he actually cared about? I certainly didn't! Him and Lillian are adorable together! To all who read the original last chapter of SITLC I decided to change the girls' name to Lillian because I could. Also, I would like to explain the 'Mark' thing. I know some of you guys were confused but here's the deal: the name had nothing to do with this story. He was known as Mark for, like, three seconds so yeah. And…IT'S MY STORY AND I DO WHAT I WANT ;)

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***The Phantom***