Zeus

Zeus felt more ready now than when he had fought the mighty Typhon. He stood up straight and stared at the heavens, wondering if this would be just as entertaining. Sure Zeus was here to face off against another god, but there was no fear in him. He could say with certainty that he would win. Even though Loki might call himself a god, he was no more than a Norse giant with an identity crisis. Zeus could smite him before he even showed up. His counterpart Thor was apparently Loki's brother. In the movies, they seemed pretty close but every time Zeus mentioned him in conversation, Thor would get annoyed and just leave. So here he was, standing on the plain rocky field, awaiting the puny god and humming the tune of Rocket Man.

As for Loki, he was as confident as ever. He stood facing his opponent's back, his presence hidden and a poisoned dagger ready to strike. This was the great king of Olympus in front of him, the slayer of Titans, the king of the universe; getting rid of him would be impossible. But putting him in a coma and making sure he never gets up, that kind of torture would be a piece of cake for the Loki of Asgard. But before he struck, he channeled all his hate into his dagger. Zeus thought of himself to be the greatest, the strongest. He was nothing more than an arrogant bigot, just like Baldr. A sexual predator is what he was, a cancerous man and a plague to the pantheon, he needed to go, and he needed to go now…