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For a brief moment, Thor’s face twitched with impatience. The blatant attempt to mock him was an impressive effort, all things considered, but he took it in stride. He wasn’t shaken by it, nor was he annoyed enough to take action. Ky’s words had stung, but such a wound quickly healed.

“That is awfully specific,” he says, his words adopting a quiet ferocity. He might claim to be immune to Ky’s insults, but there was still the matter of them being aired that he needed to address.  “What if someone claims my life before you have your turn? What will you do then? Pray for my resurrection?”

_{“i could, but why give them the chance?” it was ky’s own way of saying he wanted to end this. right here and now. why give others even an ounce of opportunity? if anyone was going to take the god’s life, it would be ky – not his father, not some serpent. himself.}

_{“why pray for your return when we can settle this with-out having to wait upon fate to have the right time?” maybe it was bold of him to even admit such a thing, but he knew it had to be said eventually. “no tricks, no resurrections, and no family getting involved. what do you say?”}