For the next hour, I stayed close to my friends, feeling like a fifth wheel was starting to get on my nerves. I finally walked off on my own to get a drink when something caught my attention. It was a pavilion area that was lit up and surrounded with people. Curious, I made my way over to see what the commotion was about.
The moment I saw what was happening I couldn’t look away. In the middle was a fight, but it didn’t seem like a random brawl, but more like something organized. Everyone was watching and cheering, not bothering to stop the fight. Then I realized, one of the fighters looked familiar. Like a familiar Norse god. He was tall, toned, with shoulder length dirty blond hair that accented his strong facial features. Familiar, I thought. I noticed he had a 5 o’
