Author's note: Hello! I'm baaacccckkkk! I said I'd upload this a few days after the last chapter but I had tests all week so I didn't have much time to use the computer. Sorry! Anyway, this chapter is pretty... Meh. I don't know. I just can't seem to get the hang of writing properly. Anyway, Thank you so much for reading and reviewing and following and favouriting. The response for this story is incredible and I cannot believe it. Thank you so much.

A month. It had only been a month since they first met. That month was full of long conversations, free drinks and sweet kisses. But Harry still wasn't sure what to think of Loki. Harry could always see random flashes of hurt or anger in Loki's eyes. He was a murderer. Harry was so confused. There were so many things about Loki that were confusing. His ever changing eye colour. The fact that he drank every night he came to the pub without fail. They knew each other better now but there was still so much Harry didn't know. Like what Loki worked as for one. Loki never mentioned a job except for when he told Harry he was leaving. That night was awkwardly silent. Neither had said anything except for a short greeting. Harry started cleaning up while Loki drank. They both stayed like that until Loki stood up.

"I won't be here for a while. I'm leaving town for work." Loki said suddenly, breaking the silence. Harry stopped wiping the counter, hand still on the dirty washcloth.

"Oh. I was starting to wonder if you even had a job." Harry said awkwardly. He felt a pang of sadness creep into his heart. He looked down and continued wiping the counter."But, um, how long will you be gone?"

Loki smiled sadly. "I do not know. But I will be back. I think" He leaned over the counter and caressed Harry's cheek. He moved his hand down to Harry's chin and tilted his head up. Loki's eyes were sad but there was something else hidden... Fear?

"I will miss you, Harry. Talking to you has been the best part of each day since we met." Loki said gently. Harry didn't know what to say. What is there to say to a man you've only known for a month? Thanks for making out with me almost everyday and hey, I might be falling for you. Oh and I'm gonna miss you. Painfully.

"Oh, I um... Uh... Um," Harry stuttered, resisting the urge to hit himself. Well, that's definitely not what you should say! "Well, um, I'll miss talking to you too."

Harry felt himself becoming hypnotised by Loki's now blue eyes. He moved his eyes down to Loki's neck. Is it weird to be attracted to a neck?Harry thought. All he wanted to do was kiss and suck on his neck. Okay, that is really weird."Harry," Loki whispered, causing Harry to look up again. Loki's eyes were closed and his thin lips were set in a grim line. Harry was always distracted by his eyes and never realised how perfect his features were. He felt compelled to kiss his lips and caress his high cheekbones. Harry leaned towards him slightly. Loki, sensing Harry's slight movement, snapped his eyes open. Harry's eyes widened as he realised what he almost did.

"Oh God, I'm so sorry. I didn't-" Harry was stopped by Loki's thumb on his lips. Harry stared at him as Loki's hand moved to the back of Harry's neck and pulled him , lips parted slightly, leant in and pressed his lips upon Harry's. His lips were strong and Harry felt Loki's tongue swipe across his lips. Loki bit down on Harry's lower lip and pulled away slightly. His eyes, filled with lust and hunger, stared into Harry's. His legs turned to jelly and his heartbeat turned rapid as Loki moved away from his lips, beginning to kiss his jaw and neck. His hand, now on the nape of Harry's neck, caressed him gently. Loki moved his lips back to Harry's but just as he was about to kiss again, he froze. He quickly pulled his hands back and his eyes were once again filled with fear. Harry just stared, confused.

"I must go now. I-i'm sorry, Harry." Loki whispered. He turned his back to Harry and walked out sharply, not looking back.

It was two in the morning and Harry had just listened to a middle-aged drunkard ramble on about his job for over two hours. Harry was used to this but after meeting Loki, he realised he missed having proper conversations with people. And now, Loki was out of town for God knows how long. It was weird how much he missed Loki. They had only talked for a little over a month. But he missed him. Or missed talking to him. Harry wasn't entirely sure which he missed. His feelings for Loki were very confusing. And Loki,himself, was very confusing. He was obviously messed up but it was strange how Harry didn't really care. It had been a week since Loki left and he was all Harry could think about.
Harry was stacking the chairs in his pub when he heard the door open behind him. He looked up, hoping to see Loki but was disappointed to see a balding man in a suit standing at the door.

" Sorry, I'm closing up." Harry said, turning his attention back to the chairs. He stacked a chair on top another but straightened up and turned around after sensing that the man had not left yet. He looked at the man questioningly and just as he was about to open his mouth, the man spoke.

"I'm not here for a drink." The man said.

"Um could you leave then?" Harry said as he turned back to the chairs again.

"Mr Potter," The man paused as Harry froze.

What. The. Hell. Harry thought.

"I'm Agent Coulson of S.H.I.E.L.D." He continued, watching Harry carefully.

"Am I supposed to be impressed?" Harry said, laughing nervously.

"You should be."

Harry faced Agent Coulson, his jaw tense. "Well, why are you here?" Harry asked, resisting the urge to stun the 'Agent'.

"We need to take you in for questioning, Mr Potter. Now."

What did I do now? I swear to God, if there's another Dark Wizard that wants to kill me...
Well, there is no way I'm going with this guy at two in the morning. I'm freaking exhausted. Harry thought. Guess I am gonna have to stun this guy.Harry's right hand slowly crept up his left sleeve, searching for his wand. Agent Coulson caught the slight movement and he raised an eyebrow. Suddenly, he reached into his jacket and whipped out a gun. He pointed it at Harry, his head tilting slightly."Mr Potter, I suggest you do not take thatout or try anything stupid." He said.

Harry laughed but inwardly, he was starting to freak out. Who was this S.H.I.E.L.D. and what the hell did they want to question Harry about? How did this 'Agent' know about that?

"You really think a gun will kill me?" Harry said, smirking. His right hand was still halfway up his sleeve and he didn't move it away or break eye contact with Agent Coulson. They stayed like that for a good five minutes before Harry accepted that it was pointless. Slowly and reluctantly, Harry moved his hand away. He put his hands up as if in surrender. Agent Coulson stil did not move and Harry sighed.

"Fine, I'll come. Well, not that I have a choice." Harry paused, thoughtful. "But can I at least take my phone and keys?"

Agent Coulson's eyes narrowed but he nodded slightly. Harry, arms still up, walked behind the counter. He knelt down in front a row of drawers and opened the last one. Inside were the Invisibility Cloak, a Nimbus 3000 and his hand phone. Both the cloak and broom were shrunk to fit into his pocket and the broom was kept into a container to keep it from breaking. He grabbed all three items and stuffed them into his pockets. He didn't know why he took them. He hadn't ridden a broom in years.(The broom had had been a present from Hermione shortly after the war ended and shortly before the rumours started.) But he just had a strange feeling that they would come in handy. He stood up, raised his arms up again and walked to Agent Coulson. He finally put his gun away in his jacket but he pulled up a pair of handcuffs instead. He grabbed Harry's wrists and handcuffed them together.

"Wait, wha-" Harry spluttered, shocked.

"It's just procedure, Mr Potter. To make sure you don't try anything." Agent Coulson said, calmly. He opened the door and waited for Harry to walk out first. Harry sighed once more and walked out. He saw two other men wearing suits and holding guns and figured they were 'Agents' as well. There was a sleek black car parked next to the pavement. Agent Coulson gestured to the open door and Harry got in reluctantly. Agent Coulson sat in the back next to Harry and the other two Agents got in the front, buckled their seat belts and started to drive. After five minutes, Agent Coulson turned to Harry and said " You are able to buckle your seat belt right? You might want to now."

Harry, confused, was about to ask when he heard something slam on the top of the car. He looked over to Agent Coulson who was now smirking.

"What was- Holy shit!" Harry exclaimed. He felt the car being lifted up slowly. The car is flying. The. Car. Is. Flying. THE CAR IS FLYING. The sensation was similar to flying in the Weasleys' car in second year but only much more terrifying and surprising."WHAT- What are we- How did we-" Harry shouted as the car started to gain speed. He looked at Agent Coulson, frantic. He gestured all around him wildly, unable to speak.

Agent Coulson just laughed and said " Well, the place we need to go to isn't exactly on land, Mr Potter."