The setting was a familiar one, the motives more or less the same. In the cell that formally housed his dangerous brother sits a new occupant, incarcerated for the small crime of wiping a mortal settlement off the face of the earth. With the events of Sokovia still fresh in the minds of many, the Avengers responded accordingly, meeting Ky with force enough to stop his plans in their tracks.
With over a month having passed by, Thor returns to Ky’s prison, the sixth trip he’s made in so short a time. Willing to trust Midgard’s own inhabitants in many regards, when science and sorcery combined to form a terrible whole, he took it upon himself to intervene. Given all that Ky had managed to accomplish, his achievements had reeked of magical incantations, spells that had offered him the opportunity to cause substantial havoc in a short time.
Suspecting that it was Loki’s charms that granted the mongrel a temporary advantage, he intends to gleam a confession substantiating this soon enough. Until then he falls into routine, standing a metre away from the screen separating asgardian from fiend, his shoulders squared and arms crossed high against his chest. Whenever he chanced to talk, his words thundered and crashed like the turbulent heavens themselves.
“Sitting there on idle haunches must drive you to the heights of madness. Were this an encounter of the usual sort it would be my hope that you might be able to learn something from this experience, but what would the point be in trying to keep something that perished a long time ago intact. The answer? None, at all.”
what was really maddening was the simple fact that he had lost. had everything gone to plan, he would have done much more than simply wipe out something so small. maybe even destroy a whole country or three. if it mean’t releasing that anger that build up everything… it was worth it. it always was.
though, the constant of thor visiting was just an edge of a sword twisting into his perpetual failure. if he had more assistance, maybe he could have done more before he had been detained, but that wasn’t the case. more to the point, ky had gone over every single point of how he had come to be in this cell ten times over.
the real madness. the real fact of the matter to why he had been uneasy was that he was still in the cell. his father should have let him out by now. that was how he thought it should have been, but still…. ky was left to rot in here for a minor crime. it was one of the worst things he had done in a very long time, but ky still thought of it as minor.
“what i’ve learned is that you come here to gloat about one small victory.” maybe he should have held his tongue, but he hadn’t so far. why should he start now? “one small victory that means nothing.” least of all to him.
Hellfirebound 