AN: Welcome to Violet and the God, the continuation of Loki and the Mortal! I hope you all enjoy, and if you haven't read the first part of Violet's adventures, I would highly recommend it

MKJ


The moment the Loki arrived in front of Violets apartment, he knew that she wasn't there and that she hadn't been there for a long time. He had only been gone for a month longer than expected, so why did it feel like she had been gone for over a year?"

He transported again, this time Loki found himself on a quiet street in front of a small house. He felt her, her energy, inside. Even if he hadn't, he could see her through the window, laying on he sofa, Ollie in her lap, watching TV

He could have just flashed inside, but instead he walked to the front door and knocked,

"Ollie, I swear if it's that stupid salesman who wouldn't take no for an answer earlier at my house this late, I'm going to-"

"As I am not a salesman of any sort, Violet Marie, there is no need to complete your threat."

Violet's eyes widened in shock, "Loki? Is that you?"

"Do not tell me you have forgotten me already?"

"No, of course not, never, it's just that…" her hand twisted around the necklace he had given her.

"What it is it?"

"I thought you had forgotten about me,"

"How could I forget about you, my love?" Loki's hand stroked Violet's cheek softly. "You were my only thought for these past two months."

"What was that?" Violet looked extremely confused by his words.

"I thought of you-"

"No, the how long you've been away for part,"

"Two months,"

Violet sighed, "You better come in and sit down,"

She ushered him inside, Loki was pleased that she hadn't changed most of the furniture and that Ollie leapt into his lap as soon as he sat down in the arm chair.

"Violet Marie, is something wrong?"

"You haven't been gone for two months, Lo." Violet said quietly from where she had perched herself on the coffee table.

"Then how long?"

"Two years,"

Loki opened his mouth, but anything he might have said was cut off by the high pitched wailing of a small child.

"Shit," Violet sprinted out of the room and down the hall.

Loki followed, curious to see whose child Violet was watching. From the doorway, Loki saw a crib stuffed with toys, a changing table, dresser, and everything else a baby could possibly need and there was Violet, rocking the child in her arms, whispering quietly to it.

"Violet Marie, who fathered this child?"

Violet turned around, and he saw the baby. No more than a year or so old, black curls, her blue eyes, his nose and ears.

"You did. Loki, this is Lily Frigga Hill. Lily, this is your daddy."