...November 8th, 2013...

....12:45 PM...

There had been a uprising in Alfheim so it required the attention of I and the warriors three to end. Some young Asgardian boys tend to brag they can take down even the most skilled gigantic, tall, and ugly themed realm dwellers when in fact they do not have the proof and experience to do so.

"Seriously?" I ask, seeing a gigantic granite based creature looming over me. "You want me to believe that pink goes great with gray?" I had my arms folded staring back at the tall one. "Your logic is very flawed."

The granite monster lunges his arm forwards so I sent up a large shield of tough hard titanium up in the way making numerous parts to his arm shatter into delicate sharp pieces all flying in different directions. I look over seeing the granite beast staggering back. Each step makes the ground tremble beneath the moccasins of light elves excluding I and the warriors three.

"Do you want to surrender, granite beast?" I ask.

"Loki!" Fandral shouts. "These granite fellows don't listen to English!"

I roll an eye.

"Just wait for the slow poke to compute my question," I said, summoning a weapon into my hand.

"...LOKI," Fandral shouts. "That is the pickax of souls!"

"So?" I said, twirling the pickax by the leather strap in my right hand. "I have used this numerous times."

"No, you did not," Hogun said.

"Hogun is right," Fandral said. "You never used it."

I laugh at their baseless claims.

"Have too," I said. "And you have just noticed my weapon of choice dealing with uprisings," The granite beast roars at me. Drool lands all over. "Did you just drool over me?" I wipe off drool from my eyes. "Then I will make you surrender by taking your soul!"

I wave the pickax summoning hot heated flames then fling it at the granite creature. The granite creature fell apart shortly after the pickax landed in the forehead taking their soul. I use magic to get rid of the remaining drool including a handkerchief while the warriors three take care of the mess still running amok Alfheim. Asgard has the infinity gauntlet, the hammer of thunder, and the pickax of souls in careful possession. I make the wet disgusting handkerchief disappear out of my hand.

The pickax of souls is in my posession as I am responsible; despite taking away souls I send them to Niflheim shortly after the clean up is done for the failed uprising. Uprising,uprising, uprising: one word I have grown to dislike over the recent year. I have heard nothing but 'uprising' from all the other realms! I blow off the steam to the pickax. The pickax of souls can summon the power of the inner soul aka 'spirit' element from those who wield it.

I slice in half one of the granite's beasts minion.

"I am definitely surrounded by idiot pieces of granite," I said.

I look around what remained of the granite minions.

"Who else wants to be taken into the realm of souls?" I ask.

Numerous granite beasts flee and most decided to attack.

Lets say they are quickly taken care of.

"Show off," Fandral said.

"They chose to die," I said, as Hogun is speaking with some of the other light Elves.

"And now you have a trip to take to Niflheim," Volstaag said.

"A realm with messy time," I said. "Good grief sometimes I hate going there."

"I love going to Nifheim," Hogun lied.

I shook my head as Hogun rejoins the group.

I look up towards the sky.

"Heimdall," I call. "Take us back to Asgard!"