Truth is this would've been out sooner but there was a fight scene and I procrastinated it...

SO! A combined request from 13BlueBananas and Fenrir Wylde Razgriz. I hope you enjoy :3

(Aquilo is the Roman form of Boreas)

Disclaimed.

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Mutiny

This was not really how Jack had wanted his day to go. Snow days and terrorising adults? Yes. Challenges to his authority? Hmm... not so much. But since when was Lady Luck ever on his side, anyway?

He resisted the strong urge to sigh and at least tried to pay attention to what Aquilo was whinging about. Probably the same thing as last time.

"I am a god!" he was yelling, a harsh wind zipping around him and knocking snow from nearby branches. "I am countless years older than you, boy!"

Jack closed his eyes so Aquilo wouldn't see him roll them. Yep, same old, same old. "So let me guess," he interrupted, "you're here to enact clause fifty seven and challenge me for authority in the Winter Court. Again."

Honestly, Jack would have happily just handed it over to the guy if he hadn't known Aquilo would get a little carried away and create another ice age (and also that Old Man Winter would skin him alive).

"I will not lose to you again, little snowdrop," Aquilo growled.

"Didn't you learn your lesson last time?"

In all actuality, the last three times he'd had to fight the guy had all been really close calls. Aquilo wasn't the ex-god of the North Wind for nothing, after all. He'd likely gotten stronger since the last time, but then again, so had Jack. That didn't particularly mean he was looking forward to having to deal with the guy again, though.

"I have only learned just how unsuited you are to govern your superiors."

Jack really did sigh this time. "Fine," he groaned. "You know the drill; go grab your witness and I'll meet you at the castle in two hours, got it?"

The smile Aquilo gave him could rival Pitch's on the creep-o-metre. "I look forward to it."

Jack was completely unsurprised when he reached the ice castle designated as Court Headquarters to find Aquilo and his two sons, Calais and Zetes, already waiting for him.

"Nice of you to join us!" Aquilo's grin was feral. "For a moment we'd thought you'd chickened out."

"My usual witness was busy so I had to go find someone else," Jack shrugged, touching down a short distance away. He wasn't overly heartbroken that Snow-Miser couldn't make it – he considered the older spirit a friend but they weren't very close. He much preferred his alternative, even if she had been a little put-out at first (until he'd mentioned who he was fighting, of course. Then she'd become almost scarily excited).

"And where is this 'someone else'?" Aquilo asked, pointedly glancing around. But there was nothing to be seen but snow, the castle, and themselves.

"Right here!" a new voice replied.

They all looked up as Ceres joined them. And she wasn't alone.

"Sorry we're late; May and I had to stop and find some jackets," Lleu apologised. As he'd said, he and May had added winter coats to their usual attire. "Don't ask where we got them."

"Ceres, it's been a while," Aquilo sneered.

"Not long enough, unfortunately," Ceres snapped back haughtily. "But I wasn't going to miss watching you getting your hiney handed to you by a neophyte. I'm just sorry I missed the first three times."

Aquilo ruffled his wings and scowled at her. "Shouldn't you be off pining after your daughter?"

Ceres' glare was murderous. "Shouldn't you be shutting up before I break your arms and legs so Jack wins by default?"

"Wait, you have a daughter?" Jack spun around to face her.

"None of your business."

"It kind of is," Lleu helpfully pointed out, "seeing as it would make him her uncle, in a way."

"Her name is Proserpina," May explained. "She is one of my spring spirits." At the weird look Jack gave her, she added, "What, did you think you were the only one who governs a court?"

"I guess I never really thought about it," Jack shrugged.

"Can we get this over with, please?" Ceres interjected. "I'd like to see him fail quickly so I can stop looking at him."

"Why, of all people, did you have to pick her?" Aquilo grouched.

"There were a couple of reasons," Jack confessed, slamming the butt of his staff into the snow to create a large circle of ice in front of the castle. "Firstly because it's her off-season, so I didn't think she'd be busy. Secondly, I figured she wouldn't pass up an opportunity to potentially see me get beaten up; which would also make her an unbiased witness."

Ceres didn't look like she was going to deny any of that as she marched over to the other two seasonals and grew herself a chair made of vines. May did the same with her own plants. Lleu looked at them enviously. The girls looked right back, completely void of sympathy.

"Hey, Snow Coooone?"

"What?" Jack asked suspiciously.

"Could you make me a chair, please?"

"It'll just melt if you sit on it, though."

"Not if you make it one of those unmeltable ones like those snowflakes you gave us," he countered, pulling out his own snowflake from one of the jacket's pockets. It took Jack a moment to fully register the fact that Lleu carried it around with him.

"But then there'd be a random chair out the front of the castle for, like, ever," Jack pointed out. Well, forever until Old Man Winter turned up and smashed it, of course.

Lleu looked utterly depressed, but Jack wasn't 100% sure it was genuine. "You'd really make your favourite big bro sit in a puddle? Really?"

"You could just stand," May raised a brow.

"Shush. People with chairs don't get to have input in this conversation."

Jack rolled his eyes but relented, if only so they could get the whole thing over with and he'd get to go back to snow days and fun things. But, of course, Lleu wasn't satisfied until the 'chair' was more of a throne, which took longer to make than the match would probably last.

"You're incorrigible," Jack huffed when the thing was finally done.

"Ah, 'tis a mighty big word, Snow Cone," Lleu said regally, sitting ramrod straight in his throne. He clapped twice, "Now, on with the entertainment!"

"I bet he planned this entire thing," May whispered to Ceres. Ceres grunted in reply.

"Are you done stalling?" Aquilo asked, stepping into the confines of the circle.

"Hey, it's not my fault he's insufferable!" Jack protested, joining him.

"The next person to insult the king shall be beheaded!" Lleu called from the sidelines. He paused. "Unless your name is Jack Frost, in which case you shall be hugged in the heat-proof suit!"

Jack looked back at him over his shoulder and was not the least bit surprised to find the guy had put on one of those paper party crowns. He was starting to think May was right. Lleu probably had planned this. Though, it was probably just as likely he'd been carrying the crown around – he did hang out with April Fool, after all. ...Actually, for all Jack knew, April could be hiding in the snow, waiting for the perfect opportunity to scare the crap out of all of them.

"I do not appreciate your witness," Aquilo hissed.

"That's okay, he appreciates himself enough to make up for it," Jack grinned, shifting into a fighting stance. "Same rules as last time – first one out of the circle loses."

"Bring it on!"

This would be nothing like his fight with Bunny, Jack knew as he jumped out of the way of Aquilo's surge of icy wind. Beyond 'no outside help' there weren't any actual rules, and Aquilo had no qualms about fighting dirty. The ex-god would probably kill him if given half a chance (not that it was really possible, all things considered).

Aquilo's absolute mastery over the North Wind definitely gave him an advantage. If it managed to hit him, Jack would be out of the circle in a heartbeat, being as light as he was. His own wind did its best to counter the attacks, but it was essentially fighting itself, which made things a bit more complicated. Jack would be relying heavily on his ice for this.

Jack sent a blast of ice shards at Aquilo's feet, but the latter easily dodged with a mighty flap of his wings. Now airborne, Aquilo became the eye of his windstorm, assaulting Jack with barrage after barrage and forcing him to bury the end of his staff into the ice to keep himself grounded.

He had to go on the offensive. If he was forced to defend the whole time he'd lose. Shutting his eyes, Jack felt the air currents billowing around him, trying to read their patterns. He launched himself towards his opponent with a burst of speed, waiting right until the last second to have his wind counter Aquilo's. The force was almost too strong for him to contain, though, and he only managed to nick a surprised Aquilo with a few sharpened snowflakes before the force of the gale sent him flying sideways.

He landed with his feet only just within the boundary.

"Did anyone think to bring popcorn?" Lleu asked the girls. "Oh, better yet, Ceres give me some kernels and I'll make some popcorn."

"Lleu, this is a serious matter," May frowned.

"I'm still allowed to enjoy it, though."

Jack tuned them out, darting closer to the centre of the circle just as he was once again assaulted by Aquilo's wind. Unprepared, the force tossed him precariously close to the edge, and he only managed to stay within bounds by digging his staff and nails into the ice. Even then he could feel himself slipping.

"Might as well give up now," Aquilo chortled. "Save yourself the embarrassment."

"I'm pretty sure that would be more embarrassing," Jack called back.

"I know right!" Lleu shouted back. "The guy's wearing a dress. You can't lose to a guy in a dress!"

"It's a toga!" Aquilo snapped at him.

"Dude. It's a dress. You're not wearing pants. Please invest in some; it's not pretty and there are ladies present."

"Now listen here, you little–"

Jack took advantage of Aquilo's distraction, letting go of his hold on the ground. He flew back several feet before his own wind caught him and launched him skywards like a cannonball. There was no gale above the older spirit.

With a battle cry he propelled downwards, and, aiming for Aquilo's head, sent forth a maelstrom of hail and wind. Aquilo was caught off guard and the impact hit him dead-on target, forcing him out of the sky. He crashed into the ice below with a loud crack.

"You'll pay for that, you insolent whelp," he growled, pushing himself up from the now badly shattered ice. Jack was disheartened to see there wasn't a scratch on him.

Jack's wind blew against Aquilo with all the force it could muster, but it wasn't enough. With a single slicing movement, the ex-god cut straight through it and launched himself into the air once more. Jack barely had time to register what was happening before he was dangling in the air, held up only by Aquilo's tight grip around his throat.

"How on Earth did you win those past three battles?" the man pondered in an almost conversational tone.

Jack clawed at his grip, trying to free himself, but Aquilo only tightened his fist.

"Let him go!" he heard Lleu yell, but while it was a nice sentiment it was futile.

"We cannot interfere or Jack will lose by default," Ceres snapped.

"Are you blind?! Who cares about that?!"

"You should know how important this is," May said soothingly, but she was obviously concerned, too. "If Aquilo becomes the new spirit of winter..."

The implication didn't need to be spoken; it was clear enough. Jack would lose his title, his authority, potentially his position in respect to Mother Nature – he would no longer be the winter seasonal. The other three below wouldn't be his seasonal siblings anymore, though he supposed they would still technically all be 'related' through Mother Nature. And Aquilo would cover the world in a permanent blanket of white.

Panic fuelled adrenaline. Jack stopped struggling and shut his eyes.

"Oh? Are you giving up?" Aquilo sneered.

Jack ignored him, focussing instead on the frozen wasteland around them. He could feel his wind responding to him, fluttering around the edges of the circle but not close enough that the older spirit would notice. He would need to act quickly – he could already feel himself falling into unconsciousness from the lack of air.

Now!

The wind immediately reacted to his unspoken wish, dragging in storm clouds with alarming speed and whipping up a whirlwind of snow around them. He silently apologised to the five outside the circle, who were probably being blown about by the spontaneous blizzard (though Calais and Zetes would be fine).

Aquilo reacted with his own shield of air, trying to repel the icy attack. But all it did was make the storm stronger. Jack struck out with his staff, slamming the butt into Aquilo's gut and forcing the spirit to release him. He fell only a few feet before he righted himself, coughing and heaving as his lungs greedily inhaled oxygen.

The blizzard continued around them, battering Aquilo like a rowboat on the ocean. He would occasionally manage to regain his balance only to be buffeted again and have his wings crumple on him. Jack decided it was time to end this. Hopefully for the last time (but probably not).

Jack waved his staff towards Aquilo, and then followed through towards the ground. The storm immediately responded. It halted its almost directionless tizzy and surged towards the older spirit like a torpedo of shrapnel.

Even with his control over the North Wind, Aquilo couldn't fight against it. He barely had time to cry out before he was slammed by a wall of ice, tearing at his toga and shredding his wings. As soon as Aquilo crash landed, Jack dissipated the storm.

The witnesses looked like they'd witnessed too much. Their hair was standing on end, frozen in place and decorated with hail. Lleu had lost his crown.

Amazingly, despite having lost most of his feathers, his toga torn in multiple places, and being covered in scratches, Aquilo was still standing. Just inside the boundary line (which was now buried under a few inches of snow and very hard to see).

Aquilo looked down at his feet, the boundary line, back to his feet, and then finally to Jack. And then he laughed, a deep, bellowing sound that grated against the sudden silence.

"That was your best play and you still can't beat me!" he taunted. "Give up, Jack Frost. You cannot–"

A snowball whacked him right in the middle of his face and made him stumble backwards a step. Jack smirked at him as he wiped the excess away.

"You little brat, you–"

"I win," Jack interrupted.

"You what? Do I look like I've given up?!"

"You didn't have to," Jack pointed at Aquilo's sandaled feet. The ex-god followed his gaze.

Half of one foot stuck out over the boundary line. His face reddened – with embarrassment or anger, Jack didn't know – and he looked seconds away from exploding.

"WOOO! SNOW CONE IS THE WINNER! ALL HAIL JACK FROST, KING OF ALL THINGS COLD AND WINTERY... EXCEPT ICE CREAM CAUSE I DIBS THAT AS PART OF SUMMER!" Lleu crowed, standing on the back of his half-buried throne and waving his arms around like the lunatic he was.

May and Ceres looked at him like he'd finally lost what was left of his brain.

Aquilo turned his seething glare on the summer seasonal as his sons came to make sure he was alright (physically). "You cheated!" he declared. "That little rat distracted me!"

"I didn't even ask him to come," Jack pointed out. "And you weren't distracted just now."

"Besides," Ceres, surprisingly, added, "you're 'a god' aren't you? A little distraction like him," he nodded in Lleu's direction, "should be nothing more than a fly to you."

"Did you just call me a fly?" Lleu grimaced.

"There are five witnesses here who would say that Jack Frost won," May said, looking at Zetes and Calais and daring them to deny it. "You've lost, Aquilo. We're done here."

"Someone lift Jack onto their shoulders for me," Lleu started walking away, gesturing for the others to follow.

"Not happening," Ceres grumbled, storming ahead.

"It's really not necessary," Jack intervened before May could say anything. "Now if you'll excuse me I want to go have some fun."

"Good, cause we have to go celebrate," Lleu announced. "I'm thinking a massive ice cream cake. Made completely of ice cream. But first help me find my crown." He started kicking at the snow, looking for a speck of purple under all the white. The girls didn't even bother to stop.

Jack rolled his eyes and half-heartedly scanned the area, pretending he didn't hear the angry shouts of Aquilo in the distance. He had a bad feeling this wasn't the last he'd see of the older spirit.

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