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An- I feel like I should give a short note, just because this is my first Loki fic. If you catch any mistakes or feel I'm not living up to Loki's potential, please tell me. The events of this story take place before the movie Thor. Thanks for reading!

There's so much beauty when your eyes lay lost in all the city lights

The wax will drip as soft as blood, romance is dead and all is lust.

Prologue: The Wolves Are At Your Door

Loki Odinson sighed as he set his chin in his palm and leaned an elbow across the arm of the chair. He had been watching his brother spar with Sif for well over an hour. Their jests, clangs of weapons and laughter were getting slightly annoying. Volstagg was busy with a turkey leg, stuffing his face with a greasy smile as he watched the sparring match.

Food fell from his lips and entangled in his beard with every chomp. Loki looked away in mild disgust and sighed again. He rose to his feet, clasped his hands behind his back and moved silently to the massive windows that overlooked the castle. The weapon's room was almost as large as the banquet hall with a massive ceiling held up by thick, stone columns.

Loki glanced back at his fair headed brother who spun, snatched Sif's arm and rolled her over his shoulder. She hit the mat hard, but laughing before springing to her feet. None of the Warriors Three noticed Loki missing from his chair. He turned toward the open, double doors and without a second glance walked from the sparring room.

The castle was almost empty, save for a few servants who scattered away in a hurry at the sight of the Prince but he paid them no attention. Loki kept his green eyes on the ground below him, his thoughts swirling darkly as they usually did. He was a son of Odin and heir to the throne, surrounded by people who loved him and worshiped him like the prince he was...Still, he couldn't stop his mind from turning to the dark, icy places in his mind.

He thought to Thor, his always cheerful brother. How could someone be so happy so often? Did nothing trouble him? Why did he deserve the happiness? Why was Loki burdened by such darkness? He snarled and turned left suddenly, sending a young servant boy hurrying into an empty room to flee his path. Through the glass windows, Asgard sparkled and shone brightly under the setting sun. The Bifrost glittered beyond the shores, catching his eye like a beacon with each pass of a window.

The Prince growled under his breath, damning himself, damning his friends and brother, the whole realm for mocking him with their happiness.

No. He would not use the Bifrost today. Today, he would take his anger to a place where tales of Asgard and sons of Odin were myths.

Tennessee, USA. 1977

Crickets chirped in the still, summer night as Violet White poked her head out of her bedroom window. She stared toward the dirt road beyond the street lights, waiting for the signal. It was nearing midnight and the snores from her mother's room was her cue to flick her flashlight three times in the pain of her window. Darkness stretched beyond the circle of the street light and suddenly, Violet wondered if she was abandoned.

She didn't have the freedom to do whatever she wanted. While she was still living under her parent's roof, she was still subject to their rule. Like a servant. Violet rolled her eyes and tried not to think of her step-mother and father. They were snoring happily, surrounded by dreams and would never know that their daughter was sitting on the window sill, legs dangling a few inches off the dewy grass. Unless she didn't get a signal. Then, she would have to retreat back to her room, fuming.

Finally, a flash light flickered to life in the trees across the road. Happiness swirled through her as she ducked inside, grabbed her flannel bag and slipped through her window. Her feet hit the ground soundlessly and she pulled the window closed, leaving the edge of her blanket beneath the latch so she could open it with ease.

She tried to contain her laughing as she hurried across the dirt road and into the arms of her best friend, Heather. "Thank God! I thought you left me!"

Heather put her finger to her lips, her red lips widening into a grin. "Shh. I would never! Here." She picked up a rolled, thick joint from the stump at her feet, the tip glowing in the darkness. "Saved you some hits. Now, come on. The guys are waiting."

As they hurried through the woods, Violet puffed on the roach in her fingers, careful not to burn her fingertips or to trip on the branches and stumps beneath her. Her head swam as it usually did when Heather shared her weed but she enjoyed the high. It wasn't long before they came to the clearing where three guys stood around a small fire. Violet finished her hit and tossed the paper to the ground, blushing as she noticed Rafe Stevens.

He smiled at the approaching girls and she thought she could feel her heart bursting through her chest. From beside her, Heather nudged her in the side and grinned. "He looks so good tonight. Good enough to eat!"

"Hush!" Violet tucked a strand of dark hair behind her ear and tried not to smile too much. Her cheeks already hurt.

"Finally." One of the other boys said. His name was Jack and he had been in Violet's English class, always in the back and always asleep. Heather giggled and dipped her fingers beneath the low cut fabric of her shirt and pulled out another joint. The boys whooped and passed her lighter. Violet stood awkwardly, her arms crossed over her ELO shirt as she listed to the boys tell dirty jokes and puff on the joint. They moved to the logs they had pulled over for seats and Violet declined the joint as it was passed to her.

She never liked smoking too much, even if her best friend had lungs like chimney stacks. Heather released a cloud that stretched into the sky and Violet watched it swirl to the stars. Until a particular star caught her eye. It was bright and twitching, and she wasn't the only one who noticed. "Whoa!" Jack said, leaping to his feet, a finger pointed to the darkness.

The group followed their gaze as the white ball streaked through black. Violet felt herself gasp and her arm clutched at Rafe's. She didn't even have time to admire the size of his muscles as the meteor soared above their heads and crashed into the trees a hundred yards away. The five of them stood, Heather's jaw dropping to her chest as they stared at the embers that clung to the tree branches. "What the fuck was that?"

"Oh, shit! I think that was a UFO!" Jack clutched his hair and shook his head, worry obviously written on his face. Rafe shook his head. "It was a meteorite. If we can find it, I bet we could make a load of money. Sell it to the news or something."

Violet glanced back to see Heather shaking her head. "There's no way I am going to find that thing. What if Jack's right? I saw a news story of a lady in Alaska who was abducted by aliens in her back yard and they raped her asshole and I am not going to get raped by some little green man!" Violet had to stifle her giggle behind her hand as she stared at her best friend's saucer eyes.

Heather was always getting caught up in mumbo-jumbo, whether it be crystals that give you power one week, or worshiping the Greek gods next. Violet turned back to the trees behind them, the branches still smoldering before glancing at the rest. Even Rafe looked worried now. He was a quarter-back, for God's sake. He could stare down ten men ready to pummel him, but was scared of a little debris. "It's probably something off an airplane. It happens all the time." She knew she was being naive, but her curiosity was piqued.

With a shrug, Violet hurried toward the trees, ignoring Heather's protest. She didn't know if it was the drug coursing through her system or what, but Violet felt like her feet were moving on their own. She was asking herself over and over in her head what in the world she could be thinking, but couldn't form an answer. The voice sounded exactly like her step-mothers, reminding her that a murder was on the loose, going off into the woods to smoke and hang out was beyond stupid, and she could be severely hurt from the meteorite. But, it didn't matter.

She hated listening to her step-mother's rules, hated how her father blindly followed them and never questioned her authority, always following up an argument with 'Now, Violet...'. It was the end of her side of things, always.

Sighing, Violet came to a stop at the edge of the tree line and glanced back at her friends. They had all stepped into the back of Rafe's truck, the fire behind them making them appear like shadows. They stared at her, and she could see Heather's short form and knew she was trembling. The girl was like a bunny, frightened by anything loud and big.

Squaring her shoulders, the girl stepped into the trees, following the glow of the burning ground, stepping over smoldering mounds of dirt and tree limbs. She walked until the path of ash was far into the trees. She couldn't see her friends anymore. Sighing, she turned back to the ground. The crater wasn't deep, only half a foot or so but the dirt was flat, as if something heavy and round had landed. Maybe it was an alien space craft. What if Heather had been right? Was she next to be probed by some little green man? Panic bubbled in her stomach and suddenly, Violet felt as if the trees were coming closer.

She turned on her heel, wishing she had never decided to be brave in front of some stupid boy! Her food twisted, the bottom of her sandal slipping on the loose dirt and she fell. Her throat tightened and she tried to keep her squeak quiet, just in case there were aliens still around. But, instead of hitting the dirt, an arm snaked around her waist and Violet was spinning. She whirled around, her arms reaching out and finally grabbing hold of whatever had grabbed her.

Her fingers brushed leather and what felt like velvet before she launched into an attack. "Don't touch me!" She shakily ground through clenched teeth as her fists hit her captor. Her left wrist was seized and quickly her right and pushed behind her back, making her whimper from the slight pain in her shoulders.

She tossed her head back, clearing her eyes of her hair and stared as her sight adjusted to the dim light of the flickering fires around her. She breathed a sigh of relief at the sight of a not so little man. He was taller than she was, with broad shoulders adorned with leather and emerald velvet cloth. Violet didn't know what to rest her eyes on; his pale face or his entirely insane clothing. "Who are you?"

"I am Loki of Asgard." His accent threw her for a loop. He definitely was not from around Tennessee. There was no drawl to his words, every syllable spoken clear and crisp. "And I have come to your realm seeking a distraction."

"A...A distraction?" She couldn't even form a coherent sentence and though her arms were still pinned behind her back, Violet could do nothing but stare.

His eyes traced her face and lower, pausing on the swell of her chest under the thin cotton of her t-shirt. With her arms behind her, she realized how much her chest was pushed out, nearly pressed against his. But, he kept an some space between them. She felt her face flush under his scrutiny and tried to twist out of his grip. "Let me go." She growled, clenching her teeth against the pain his grip inflicted.

What had she learned in her P.E. class last year when all the girls were required to take a week of self-defense? Keep a level head. She was starting to shake, but she couldn't tell if it was from the strain of her muscles, or panic. She couldn't use the move she had learned to smash his nose into his skull, since her hands were bound. Violet glanced down to his feet. They were on either side of her own and even though his boots looked sturdy, it was all she had.

"Pitiful mortal, powerless against a god-" He finished his sentence with a howl as Violet stomped her heel onto the arch of his foot once and then again just for good measure. The most important thing she learned from the week of self-defense was that whenever there was a chance to run, take it.

His grip loosened from her arms and she was off, her feet pounding the ground. The clearing was insight and she could still the see the fire. A shadow moved across it and relief found her. Her friends were coming for her. She reached the line of trees just as an engine roared to life and Rafe's trucks spun hastily in the mud before finding their hold and sending the truck speeding away.

Violet slid to a stop, gripping a tree for support as she watched the red metal gleam of the forgotten fire, hurrying to the small trail that led back to the main road. She was alone.

They left her.

A hand snaked around her mouth just as she found the strength to scream and pulled her back against his hard chest. "Pitiful and dumb. Not a good combination for you." He snarled next to her ear. She was terrified, confused, exhausted but her adrenaline was pumping through her and Violet did what her P.E. teacher had showed them using a dummy as an attacker. It was easy to head-butt a stuffed doll, not so easy on a moving, actual target. But, she leaned forward slightly and shot her head back.

She felt his nose crack under her skull and pain engulfed her entire head. Stumbling, Violet put her hands out to catch her on the ground and didn't even look back to see if her hit had been a good one. The sound of crunching bone and cartilage echoed in her ears as she ran, hoping he was subdued enough not to follow her.

Her breath didn't slow down until twigs and grass gave way to the familiar gravel of her street and the rows of modest, suburban houses sheltered her from the threat. She reached her window, panting and breathless and stared at the blanket corner that jutted out from the lock. She didn't want to look back, but her curiosity got the best of her. Trembling, Violet turned to glance over her shoulder, her eyes wide and focused on the shadowy figure standing at the circle of light the street lamp created.

He had followed her. Terror gripped her insides but still she couldn't move. He took a step and came fully into the light. It bathed over him in an artificial orange glow and even though he had attacked her and had intended to do only God knows what to her, she couldn't help but stare in awe. He stood there, staring at her with blood dripping down the bottom half of his face and a smile that sent chills down her spine. It was her that felt like a frightened bunny now, staring into the snarling mouth of a wolf.

Blinking herself out of whatever daze he put her in, she slid her window open and hurried into her room, locking it tightly behind her. She glanced back out toward the street lamp but he was gone. Sighing in relief, she pulled the curtains closed just as someone behind her cleared their throat.

Violet whirled around as her bedside lamp clicked on and her father and step-mother stared at her furiously.

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