Chapter 4A cacophony of laughter and jabs pulls me toward the huddled crowd at the heart of the Ataraxis Tavern. It’s hard not to be drawn over to the action that is still going on as strong as it had been when I first entered. Bloodlust does have its appeal and I am Asgardian. I think I know now why Odin preferred the battle when it came, why he could never quite see my position.
The assemblage parts, making way for me to enter its collective, as if they can smell the heated savagery on me like rank cologne. I move in and see two arms hoisted up on the wooden bar. Hercules is indeed one of the participants struggling in the wrestling match, but I can’t see the other. Who would dare take on Hercules?
"Loki!" an unexpected roar trumpets from the center of the collected storm. Thor’s bo
