You know making terms to a fight against your adoptive father really wasn't how I planned my day.

It really wasn't I swear I'm not being sarcastic.

...Ok so I might be a bit sarcastic but when things turn from trying to 'negotiate' with Odin (The man really needed to loosen up).

We tried to negotiate, we really did but when he had mother stay in the chambers under direct orders and then tried to banish Loki and I. Let's just say a challenge was very quick to be ensured.

The only real rule was that there are no rules. Which is very ironic if you ask me because if there aren't any rules then how is no rules a rule?

If the rule is no rules then how is there a rule, who made this rule in the first place? What rule did that rule really ensure to keep the rule in effect?

Wait...too many rules. Scratch that too many confusing rules...or rule.

The terms were also set, if I win (which Odin snorted at the thought of and was very rude about it) then Thor would take crown (per my request) and neither Loki or I would be banished.

If Odin won then Loki and I would be banished to Midgard, join the Avengers (really Thor...), and not bother Asgard ever again.

There was also the whole killing part. It was allowed and from the way that Odin was acting he would rather kill Loki and I then play part to the deal.

Which is rather sad because didn't the man in front of me take me in when I needed him most?

Now that I really think about it there was always something off about Odin. Like his attitude over the years took a drastic 180 and this seems like something to think about more.

Wait, I should really be paying attention to the fight that's happening shouldn't I?

Dodging a strike from Odin that would've taken my head off I berated myself for losing focus and instead constructed on the sword that Odin was currently trying to stab me with.

Dodging another attack to the head, I pared his sword that came back around and quickly jumped backward to gain some distant between the two of us.

Mother was sitting in the stands, Odin allowing her to watch as it was mandatory. Loki and Thor sitting next to her, I could tell Loki wanted to jump out of his seat from the way his hands were clenching the side of his armrest and how his body seemed to want to leap forward and over the railing.

The only thing really (not really) stopping him were the guards that were all over the place including the royal area where you watch the fights.

Paring a blow I quickly kicked Odin in the stomach and as the man bent to cover his stomach I punched him in the face with the hilt of my sword and quickly swiped my feet underneath him.

The match has been going on for about forty minutes give or take. The only reason I was still standing with energy was because of adrenaline and the feeling of my loyalty flaring every time I got a bit tired.

Guess having that title was very helpful when your brother and your life is in play. Swallowing and wishing I had some water to drink.

Quickly before Odin got up I kicked his sword away and pointed my sword at his neck. The crowd started to murmur and in the corner of my eye I saw the Warrior Three lean forward with anticipation.

"Do you give up?" I asked silently as my voice croaked from dehydration. Odin snarled and suddenly I remembered the face The Other made when he snarled at me.

Was it possible? While snarls look very similar on everyone the one that Odin just gave me was practically the exact same, down to the voice that he made and how his anger was showing.

Almost distracted I didn't notice in time when Odin clutched a bunch of sand and flew it into my face. Almost instantly I hide my burning eyes as my senses exploded almost instantly and on reaction.

I lost my breath and for a second no one dared make a sound as I wiped the sand from my eyes and was able to finally look around.

What I saw horrified me, the inside of the arena was trashed and not just because a fight occurred. It was like a giant whirlwind, tsunami, tornado, and a lightning storm all happened at the same time.

Luckily the stands were save from a magical barrier as I surveyed the arena. Weapons that were off to the side for practice were scattered around and broken along with shields that were made of the finest metals of all the nine worlds.

Broken was probably the best way to interoperate the arena as my eyes feel on the only other living thing inside of the arena when my power let loose.

Quickly dropping my sword I rushed to the Allfather and felt for a pulse.

It was slow and steady and seemed to grow weaker as I called for one of the healers to come quickly. Almost instantly five healers dropped down from the stands and raced to my location with the Allfather.

"He tried to kill the Allfather!" A angry voice shouted, I identified them as one of the trustees that Odin has on the council.

Ignoring the murmuring and the angry voices that followed I helped the healers the best I could and ignored the names like monster, dangerous killer, and other rather rude comments.

"Enough!" A angry voice shouted over everyone else and all seem to quiet. The queen herself stood up from her spot, her face in anger as she stared at the crowd.

"You will not insult my son and you will comply that he has won the arranged fight. Dismissed." Queen Frigga cut through the crowd as the people silently started to leave.

Mother herself was making her way toward the bottom of the arena and toward her husband as Loki wasted no time and teleported over to me.

Just to slap me on the back of my head.

"Ow! What was that for!" I yelped and rubbed the back of my head, the slap hurt!

"You stupid, idiotic, imbecile, you could've died!" Loki shouted as he ran a hand through his hair (A habit he probably picked on from me)

"What I was just suppose to let him win? Where's the fun in that?" I asked voicing my 'innocence'.

Loki looked like he was about to slap me again when Thor made it down here, his face pinched with nervousness and a bit of anxiety, "Welcome King of Asgard Thor." I dramatically said smiling.

My frown died down when Thor didn't seem to look excited, only worry, "What's got your cape in a twist?" I asked starting to frown now, my energy dying a bit.

Thor blinked and looked confused, "It is not a cape dear brother. It is a sign of royalty and honor."

"It looks like you're wearing a half dress that somehow got cut in the front and is just dangling there awkwardly." I said raising a judgement eyebrow.

Thor sighed with agitation, "It is not a cape."

"It also looks very similar to a cape." I commented hiding a smirk

With another sigh Thor gave me the playful 'shut up' look and I smirked in victory. Totally a cape.

We watched silently as the Allfather was deemed safe enough to carry to the infirmary.

"Well this certainly puts a dent in the whole, complete control of my powers doesn't it?" I asked turning to look at Loki.

All I received was a very annoyed head slap and cursing from Loki in Norse.