Revenge—perhaps some people did not consider the word sacred, but it was certainly solemn. Asgardians had always been quick to repay kindness and avenge grudges, so they would naturally not handle revenge casually.
Odin now hated Garrett to the core. His last close companion, friend, and family member had died by Garrett's hand. So when dealing with someone like this, having Odin stab him through the head with a spear, trample him to death with a horse, or call down lightning from the sky to strike him dead simply would not do. That would not satisfy his hatred!
Thus, he chose Asgard's most ancient and solemn rite of vengeance: a revenge duel. Neither side would use weapons or external divine power. They would fight solely with the strength of their bodies and their fists, humiliating the other to the utmost before beating him to death alive!
As he spoke, Odin planted the Spear of the Great God into the ground and began stripping off his armor. He first removed his bracers, then struggled to take off his breastplate.
If you knew you were going to take it off, why did you put it on in the first place?! Watching Odin struggle, Nick Fury almost wanted to step forward and help. The Heavenly King had lived in comfort for too long and put on some weight; his big belly got stuck several times before he finally managed to yank off the breastplate.
First Loki and Thor, and now Odin too. Was Asgard's First Family planning to take turns touring Earth? Back in the day, he might even have been responsible for receiving Odin, but at a time like this, there was no helping it. He could only let him run wild.
Yet as Nick Fury thought about it, he actually felt