This arose from texting, as most of my stories tend to. There are two, maybe three more chapters. Hope you like.

Pavel knew he was special. He knew this, because of all the people in the entire world, his fathers had chosen him. Him, because of his superior intellect. They had come to his house and told his birth parents that he was far too good for the likes of them, and that they would love him and someday he would inherit all of it. Become the emperor his fathers had chosen and trained him to be. And then they whisked him away from that awful place and had given him the life he deserved. He was waited on hand and foot, as is fitting for the crown prince of the nine worlds. He lived in Asgard most of the time but had a special place in his heart for Midgard. Papa insisted he call it that though Father preferred Earth. But that was just one planet in Midgard. An alright planet he supposed but not as good as Asgard. Papa was his favourite parent, as a child he found his tricks enthralling and his Papa had taught them to his only son. His sister was Fathers favourite. They were both more 'out there', as it were. They didn't resort to tricks and just beat people to a pulp. It was how they worked.

Pavel, no, he liked finesse. Papa and Father would take them out to go culling, and he would stick to Papas side as he danced the dance of death. They would give the victims a fighting chance otherwise the game was over too quickly. Pavel remembered the first time he went into the arena by himself, his fathers and sister watching proudly on as he gutted the man quickly and efficiently, not a drop of blood on him. Father had turned to Papa and smiled.

"He gets that from you." he had said. Pavel had beamed and Papa had looked down on the arena in his custom green and cheered for him. For his little Pavel. It was the best tenth birthday present ever.

Bodacia was a couple of years younger than him but had been adopted first. She had no recollection of her birth family but Pavel always told her it was better that way. He hates the memories of his birth family and wishes them gone.

He loved Bodacia, not just because she was his little sister, but because she was deadly. They would go rebel hunting together and men - two, three times the size of her - would be bought down in a few quick chops. She took such a great savage joy from the blood spatters that littered her face and clothes. The light that was in her eyes only there in that moment. Pavel would watch her with wonder, his little Valkyrie. Perfect in every way. She had no finesse like he and Papa had but he didn't care, it didn't matter because sometimes finesse is overrated.

He would marry her one-day. Their fathers had chosen them to complement each other perfectly. And complement they did. When they fought together it was almost like one was fighting one mind with two bodies, they were so in sync. He dreamt of their wedding day, of when he would take her as his properly. He had tried to already, cornered her in the palace, kissed her silly and touched almost everywhere. But she had always stopped.

"Wait until our wedding night my love. I want it to be special." so he did.

The rebels had planted slander on their name over the fact they were siblings. But it wasn't like they were genetically related. Father said it was fine, and he

should know. He was modified from the lowly human. Papa on the other hand was born great. Born to be a king, and with father to help him he had realised that, slaying his liar father and traitor brother. Everyone thought that because father was loud and the most intimidating, that he called the shots. But that wasn't true, Papa was cleverer, and Father knew that, and played to his partners strengths. Just like him and Bo. She was so loud and in your face and better on the field that no one noticed that Pavel had maneuvered her so she was just in the right position to kill everyone without getting too much blood on her favourite coat. They were a team, Bo in the light, and Pavel in the shadows holding her up. She was the distraction so no one noticed when he poisoned their drinks.