(A/N: Hi! I've just watched "The Voyage of the Dawn Treader" , and I've also watched the first two movies back to back, so I'm obsessed all over again. I'm still working on my stories for the Naruto fandom, though.

This is a funny little idea that came to me when I watched the scene at the end of LWW when the Pevensies get crowned. I'll probably come up with more Narnia stories in the future, so watch out for those!

This is a crackfic, by the way. My first one, so tell me how I did, please!

By the way, the little parentheses inserted between some lines are Peter's thoughts.

Enjoy! :D)

Disclaimer: I don't own The Chronicles of Narnia. I would ask for the rights, but C.S. Lewis is unavailable right now, so I'm due for a long wait.

The Magnificent

Peter, the soon-to-be king, waited expectantly for his turn to be crowned.

He'd felt rather excited when Aslan had given Lucy a title. He knew they would all get one the moment Lucy was proclaimed "Valiant" (Not a great title, but it was ok.) He wondered what he would get. Something epic, definitely.

Aslan moved on to Edmund next, crowning him "King Edmund the Just" (Because he was JUST Edmund. Snicker.)

When he reached Susan, she was named "Queen Susan the Gentle" (Yeah, THAT was going to strike fear into the hearts of many.)

Aslan turned to him. Peter, the head honcho, the oldest sibling, the king of kings.

"I wonder what my title will be." He thought excitedly. "Maybe 'Peter the Awesome' or 'Peter the Glorious' or 'Peter the Outstanding'. Just don't let it be something lame. 'Gentle', honestly."

"I name you High King Peter the Magnificent, ruler of all Narnia."

Peter's face revealed nothing, but he was doing a mental happy dance. "Hell YES! Magnificent, that is totally awesome! I'm a HIGH king too, not just a plain old king. In your face, Ed! HA!"

Peter put on an epic pose just as the sun hit him at just the right time. It couldn't get any better than this.

And then came the sound that heralded chaos.

A chortle sounded somewhere from the audience. A snicker, a snort, a giggle, a titter, a snigger, a cackle, a sound of disbelieving mirth that caused Peter to see red.

He drew himself up to his full height, and stared regally into the audience. "Who laughs? Come share the joke, I'm sure we would all appreciate it!"

A small, insignificant faun in the third row stepped forwards.

"I'm sorry, Your Majesty." The inferior being said. "But I must disagree."

Peter turned crimson. "And why, may I ask?" He inquired regally. "I certainly deserve the title."

The faun rolled his eyes. "Doing what?"

Another voice spoke up in agreement to the faun's statement. The owner of that voice shocked Peter to his very core.

Edmund said "Yeah, why do YOU get to be Magnificent?"

Peter gripped the area over his heart. "Brother! You have betrayed me again! You are supposed to be supportive of my "magnificent" deeds. Or have you forgotten, all of you, who discovered the way into Narnia? Who spoke with Mr. Tumnus first? Who healed everybody with magic cordial? Who became the youngest Narnian monarch?"

A noble, valiant voice screeched up from a corner. "That was ME!"

Peter paused. "Oh, right. Sorry Lu. Well then, who owned everybody with their awesome archery skills? Who actually had a realistic reaction to the talking animals?"

Edmund snorted. "Susan."

Susan nodded gently. "Yes, that was me, Peter."

Peter thought for a bit. "Right then, who betrayed you all but made an amazing turn-around? Who nearly died because he was the only one smart enough to attack the witch's wand instead of the actual witch? Who becomes awesome next movie, but barely gets any lines?"

Edmund looked indignant. "Me!"

Peter wasn't going to give up. "Who sacrificed himself to the Stone Table? Who killed the Witch at the end?"

Edmund coughed. It sounded suspiciously like "Aslan."

"Ok then, who is the first real Narnian you ever meet?"

"Mr. Tumnus."

"Who got us out of the woods before the White Witch could find us?"

"I believe those were the Beavers"

"Who is a spoiled brat in the beginning, but becomes a nice guy by being turned into a dragon?"

Edmund frowned. "I have no clue who that one is."

Peter shrugged. "Neither do I."

The faun from below spoke up again. "That proves my point. Why do you get the title of Magnificent, exactly? You haven't really done much besides kill that wolf, and…that's it, really. I mean, we could have led an army without you, easy."

Peter was absolutely furious. "You doubt my awesomeness?" He picked up a conveniently-placed lemon cream pie from the nearby table. "Then eat this!"

He flung the pie in the startled faun's face.

He turned around triumphantly, only to receive a face full of ice-cream cake. Peter threw a chocolate pudding to retaliate, and hit Edmund instead.

Here began the food fight, recorded as the biggest Narnia has ever had. It went on for hours. When Aslan received a pistachio pudding to the back of the mane, it was clear that the food fight was to be put to an end.

And Peter had to admit, it had been pretty magnificent. Almost as Magnificent as him.

(A/N: It was stupid and completely pointless, but here it is. That was fun to write, though :D

I'm hoping to continue writing for the Narnia fandom. I'll try to go for an actual story next! I want to add to the archives of my favorite character, Edmund. XD I do like sibling fluff, so I'll try to write something like that.

Please REVIEW and see you all next time!)