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A shake of head serves as his answer; a firm ‘no’ to counteract his claim. “You and I both know why I couldn’t do that.” Not as long as he was an Avenger, an idol to vikings past; a hero simply trying to protect the people of Midgard from harm, defender of the defenceless.

Having witnessed Ky’s capabilities first hand, he had more than enough reasons to thwart the man at every step, even before hearing Blackheart’s request. “No, but he was adamant you were to remain detained until– how do the mortals put it? – you had ‘cooled off.’” Confident that jab would garner an eruptive reception, the blond’s brows arched expectantly, taking no pleasure in predicting the obvious.

“Might I suggest that next time you choose a less…public place to unleash your wrath upon?” It would less headaches for all involved if he did. He was still receiving reports from his teammates of the ongoing efforts to restore the portions of the city damaged by Ky during his most recent rampage streak. “What is it that inspires such unrestrained rage within you, son of Blackheart?”

_{rage was easy. like air it had a strange allure to it that wasn’t just needed to survive, but wanted. maybe that was the prime reason his pure rage – not anger – was unrestrained.} 

_{he got what he wanted. it didn’t matter how small or how large; he got exactly what he wanted in time. a reason to why he kept going after more — not for glory, but just a taste of a hard won victory. anything else was simple after effects that meant nothing to him.}

_{all be craved was to be better — better than what whom was up for debate, but usually it was his father. to escape from the shackles of being behind his shadow would be… in essence a perpetual bliss that he do desperately craved.} 

_{not that it mattered now; he was was in a cell and already he could feel the snarl that escaped his lips at the jab. it followed suit by the demon slamming both of his arms on the window of the cell with as much might as he could muster. akin to a caged animal that wanted to rip apart the one’s who inevitably trapped it to such a confined space.}

_{“take a guess,” it wasn’t the intended jab – that he wanted– towards the other, but it would suffice, “your father-,” a pause, “– no, your true father decides to show up after countless years, and you learn you’re not what he wanted. not able to be controlled easily, not able to be molded into what was required.” there was more to the story, much more, but he couldn’t admit that. he never could when he was is angry, “you think i wanted this — you think i chose to exist?”}

               _{“i didn’t.”}