"Take anything you want. Anything at all, just please don't hurt me." Violet whimpered

"I do not require material objects from you, girl. I only require your home to be used at my discression." The voice said back.

"What? You broke into my apartment and now you are asking permission to stay here?"

"Only when I am in this realm will I need your home. You can of course refuse but if you choose to…" The blade pressed closer against Violet's neck. She felt a bead of blood trail down it.

"Please, you can have whatever you want. I don't want to die."

"And you won't, so long as you comply." The man said in a lighter tone

"Who are you?"

"Have I been gone so long that I have been forgotten?"

"Am I supposed to know you?"

"Hm, well then," the knife dropped. Violet tore away immediately, hugging Ollie to her chest as she backed up against the wall.

The man was tall, thin, and pale with shoulder length black hair and burning green eyes.

"You're- you're-"Vi stammered out

"I am Loki of Asgard, now kneel before me mortal and tell me your name.

Violet didn't move, "Vi, Vi Hill is my name."

"You full given name," Loki sneered, causing Violet to flinch.

"Violet Marie Hill"

"And what is your age, Violet Marie?"

"23," Violet was rightfully scared. She knew this man's crimes, knew the number of lives he had taken.

"Just a child," He mused quietly. "Now, I shall be retiring. Thank you for offering your home to me, Violet Marie."

Violet stood shaking as Loki turned on his heels and sauntered into her guest bedroom. She ran to her own bedroom, slamming and locking the door behind her.

"No, no, no, no…"

"Do halt your useless chatter," Loki ordered from the other side of the door. "And know that a locked door will not protect you from my wrath should you earn it."

Violet bit her lip to cut off a sob of terror. After an immeasurable amount of time of being curled up on the bed, she fell asleep.