Akting Out

Zeus smirked as he looked right, towards his brother. “Come on.” He goaded, “Say it.”
Odin seemed to scowl, disappointed as he cast a sideways glance at Zeus, and the two began making their way down the stairs. “I will not.” His voice was deep, rumbling, baritone, belying his unassuming frame. “It was not a fair contest.”
“Well, you should’ve considered that before you made the wager.” Zeus countered, their sandals echoing loudly through the great chamber as they made their way towards the small crowd. “But in the meantime,” Zeus pointed at himself confidently with his thumb, “I am the victor.”
“Take whatever small victory you wish, Zeus.” Odin growled, a cocky smile creeping across his face. “It does not change the outcome of our last match…or the match before that one…or the match before…”
“Hey.” Zeus stopped, turning and pointing a finger in Odin’s face. “That last one doesn’t count. The only reason why you won was because you threw the moon at me.”
“And how is your inability to defend yourself my concern, dear brother?” Odin smiled. Zeus slowly lowered his finger; there was nothing to say. Odin tapped him twice on the shoulder. “You trained your pupil well, brother. The victory is yours. But we know who the better of us is, do we not?”
Odin chuckled as he headed towards the small group, Reginald’s mouth still open as he took the entire scene in, awestruck. Zeus followed after a moment, whispering at his brother, under his breath; “Arrogant ass.”

(c) Avery K. Tingle for Akting Out LLC

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