I own nothing but my O.C (I only wish I could own Loki…)

Yes I do realize my girl is named after the Coldplay song, Violet Hill. It suits my story very well and I love it :D

I know my first chapter is short but it's only kinda an intro so be patient…this takes place right after the Avengers movie was set.

XO

Chapter One - First Encounter

Violet stared up at the night sky, brimming with stars and dreams. Her slender fingers tugged at the damp grass under her and twirled the strands between them.

'There has to be more.' she whispered out loud, a breeze picking up and blowing her dark hair from her pale face. All her life she had been diverse, poles apart from the other children in her foster home back in London. While they played with dolls and bricks, she would sit at the window, watching the rain trickle down the panes for hours on end. While they spoke with loud and affirming voices, she barely said a word, or if strained would mutter a few quiet, soft syllables and walk away. It wasn't like she wasn't smart - she was extremely intelligent, some adults thought maybe even too much so. She was taken to counselor after therapist after psychiatrists to no avail. She left the home at seventeen to travel the world and ended up at her senile great grandmother's two years later, where she sat now, at the edge of her meadow, looking up at the endless night sky.

Violet. When she was left at the home, she was left with only a coverlet to her name. The woman who gave her in left a Miss Hill's number as an emergency contact, the bedridden woman she now resided with in the mountains of Montana. The social worker took one look at the strange, pale beautiful baby with round blue eyes speckled with a strange purple colour and named her Violet Arela Hill.

From the day she was born she had been lost in this world. She felt like an outsider. The stars she stared up at seemed distant and far away, like how she felt. Any friends she'd ever made were few and sparse, her only family a strayed old woman who couldn't remember her surroundings or family name most of the time. She knew she couldn't hide from the world forever, but she liked being separated from people. People made her feel even more stranger than she was.

She finally stood up, curling her toes into the grass and slowly making her way back to the barn, her small white dress and knees lightly grass stained. The moonlight reflected off her pale skin luminously, almost ominously as she opened the gate. She could had easily fit in if she had wanted, she supposed. She had never lacked in the looks department and was more than often offered modelling cards when she'd visited big cities. She was uniquely beautiful, certainly no one could deny that but almost intimidating. She looked like something out of a fairytale, fantastical and illusory. 'Weird' as she liked to call it.

The barn door creaked beside her as she shivered at the cool breeze and that's when she heard it. It sounded like a whistling noise at first, a noise that could be mistaken for wind but then it became more prominent, more closer. She whipped her head around, her long hair suddenly picking up in the strong gust of wind and she saw a light flash through the sky. But this was no ordinary lightly; it reflected a strange blue colour as it sailed through the night. Widening her eyes and gaping open mouthed, she watched as it curved and landed gracefully without so much as a noise three or four fields over.

Violet blinked for a moment then made up her mind almost immediately. She ran inside and grabbed the torch beside the door and left the barn. She sprinted across the grass, running towards where she saw it land with no thought of her safety. Only burning curiosity.

As she reached the fence before the pasture where the object had landed, she almost gasped out loud at the strange blue glow emitting from the centre. It slowly died down and in the silent night she swore she heard a groan.

With the utmost confusion and, inquisitress as she was, she hopped the fence in her light dress and walked towards it. As she neared it, she began to creep slowly through the grass and when the blue light ceased completely, she turned on her torch. There in the grass lay a tall, exquisitely pale and striking man. His eyes were closed but his face twitched, as did his hands. Violet blinked and dropped her torch in shock. It hit the grass with only a soft smack but the man's eyes shot open and he turned his head. In another fluid minute he was on his knees, groaning and shaking his head. She noticed a rather strange muzzle attached to his face which he obviously must have too as he touched it and frowned. In the next second he closed his eyes as if he was concentrating profoundly and to Violet's immense astonishment it disappeared under his white fingers.

His emerald eyes shot up to her and glared. 'Who are you? What realm am I in?'

'My name's Violet.' her voice came out soft and appealing. He looked at her for another moment and she reached down for her torch. 'And I don't understand your second question.'

'A mortal obviously.' he said this out loud, but it appeared as though he was speaking to himself. 'Still stuck on this godforsaken planet.' he looked around in disgust and Violet swallowed. 'Are you an alien then?'

'I suppose that is what your kind would call my kind, yes.' he stood up finally and she noticed he towered over her rather small, skinny frame. 'Are you afraid?' he asked mockingly then.

'No.' she answered, cocking her head and to his utmost surprise he saw no fear in her unusual eyes. Only curiously burning in them.

'You're not like the others then. Or you're just foolish.' he began to walk and she slowly followed him. 'What's your name?'

'I am Loki, of Asgard, a being much higher than your fragile, mortal body could ever…' he finished mid sentence and stopped. 'I suppose I have been beaten by your kind though. Maybe I am nothing more than a mere fragile body too.' he looked into the sky.

Before he could speak again, Violet turned off her torch and walked up beside him. 'Where are you going to go?' she asked again in her pretty voice and Loki blinked at her ashen face. 'That is my own business.'

'You can stay where I'm staying. If you would like.' she sniffed and shivered at the cold air. Loki looked around for his cape, strewn in the grass and picked it up, wrapping it around his shoulders. 'I will have to decline your offer, I have much to do. My magic is weakened so I must take one of your transport systems to travel to where I must go. Where is the nearest city?' he looked down at her as she stared, never breaking her gaze from his face. 'I guess Lewistown but you can't just walk there. I have a truck if you want a ride tomorrow?'

'I don't tire like you mortals. Just point me in the direction and I will be gone from your company…' he flexed his fingers and she sighed.

'If you want to be difficult then it 90 degrees north. And stop calling me mortal…my name is Violet.' she spoke and he frowned at her. 'Very well mor- Violet. Thank you for your assistance.' and with that he disappeared into the night.

'Goodbye…' she called into the darkness but realized he was truly gone. She exhaled and began to slowly walk back to the lights of the barn, wondering if she'd ever see this 'Loki' again. It didn't disorientate or startle her like it would most people. She always knew there was more than meets the eye out there, in that abyss beyond Earth. As she went to climb the fence, a glint caught her eye. Leaving the fence for a moment, she ran back to the site of the crash and found a small amulet, it's jewel glowing and blue like the light she'd seen before. She hung it around her neck and smiled to herself, hurrying back to the barn to pack. This was the nudge she needed to finally get back into the world.