In Odin's Chamber room

{Tyr POV}

"Father did you call for me?"

"Yes,i did,I wanted to ask you what are your thoughts about the Boy?"

"Driven,Monstrously Talented and smart,why did he catch your eye?"

"He did,becoming a God at such a young age.Would he be joining the army just like his you did?"

"No,i already asked him about it and he told me that he has no interest in joining the army."

"Pity,he would have helped Asgard in maintaining peace"

"Is there anything more Father?"

"Go gift the kid a Golden Apple of Idunn for achieving Godhood at such a small age."

"Thank you Father.This gift would definitely help him."

{POV ends}

Tyr leaves the room leaving Odin in thoughts about why the body isn't bound by the strings of fate.

{Carl POV}

I open my eyes to find myself sleeping on the stands of a big gladiator areana covered with blood and a nasty headache.

"You are finally awake" said Volstagg.

"What happened yesterday?"

"You don't remember?"

"I remember us leaving for drinks what happened after that"

"Oh boy,first time drinking huh?"

"Yeah"

"We drank then danced after which you started challenging Thor to a fight,that got a nice round of laugh from everyone, Thor amused by it brought all of us here in Gladiator arena so that you could have a match"

"No,no i made a fool of myself the day i stood before Odin great,atleast tell me i won"

Volstagg laughing "Are you still Hungover or did you hit your head too hard last night. Of course you lost,a kid like you who hasn't even grown hair thinking about defeating Thor its like saying that Asgard will be destroyed."

Oh it will and i will defeat Thor someday soon.

"You dance good though, teach us to dance too someday.Alot of maiden had their eyes on you last night." said Fandral.

"Maybe someday" looks like i carried over my moves from my previous life.

"Where's Thor and Sif?"

"Thor left for the palace a while ago and Sif left the moment you asked her for a dance"Volstagg said bringing a chuckle out of the rest two of them.

Great my first impression on Sif is that of a kid who couldn't even hold his liquor.

After sometime i bid the Warrior Three goodbye and went home to take a bath.I stink with all the blood over me.