Even The Playing Field

Odin had thrown the knee high beast from the boy with one armoured boot to the flank. The beast made a harsh, breathy shriek as it was thrown across the hall. Its flight through the air was blocked by a golden, wall. Blood splattered across the polished floor and wall haphazardly, firing from the animal's teeth and claws.

Loki gasped and arose rapidly from the sprawled position he had fallen in, rushing to the reptile's side as it shifted to a human form.

"Loki..."

"I've got you. I'm fine. Rest."

He stroked regal purple hair as his father stomped over to them.

"Do you think setting your beast on the others will do you any good, boy?!"

Loki glared at the older God in the face of his rage.

"I thought I would show them how easy it is for their assurance in their strength to be beaten by a force of nature."