The sight of Ky’s human appearance is less comforting than it should be in any usual situation. But this mess (he refused to consider it confinement, at least at this point in time), had deviated from normal the moment Mephisto had gotten his wish, capturing both troublesome birds with the one, clawed hand.
“What home? It has been months since I last beheld Asgardia’s spires with mine own eyes.” Tone rich with bitterness, the blond pushed off of his knees to rise slowly, gaze narrowed on the volitile half-breed at all times. “I’d sooner find this depiction of Hel to be a more comfortable sight than that floating expanse of egocentrics.”
Realising that he was getting carried away, the fallen god frowns angrily, his resentment towards the gods leaving a better taste in his mouth. But even if he had still thought of them as trustworthy, they could offer him no aid here, so immersed in the devil’s realm that he was. He was, more or less, on his own.
Remarkably though, despite his agitated mood, the mention of the bifrost warrants a crude chuckle, sharp and without humour. “Are you quite finished prattling yet?” Jaded, the Odinson tired quickly of Ky’s usual witticisms, seeing past his back-talking routine to spy the struggle of the self that he fought so desperately to win.
“You are impaired, son of Blackheart.” He dared to move closer, but was prevented by the tug of heavy chains dragging at his wrists and neck. Teeth flashing disapprovingly over this, he overcomes this setback by continuing with: “Take to your bed and do rest for a moment. I need not to spend any more time at this juncture entertaining abominations like your kind.”
his fingers twitched at the very notion of being impaired. it was true, ky wasn’t thinking clearly ( or as clear as he could most days ), and it was showing. that other part of him was itching to get out – to rip the other apart.
every part of him was itching to be released; he could feel it, the feral urges just becoming too much to resist. it would be so simple to shift into his true glory – to shed his mortal form.
oh, he could practically taste just how good it would feel to stop resisting who he was – to actually let himself fall into whatever darkness was on the other-side of letting go.
all he had to do was let time takes it’s course – all he really had to do was to stop resisting.
“like my kind?” a grin started to spread across his lips. “you don’t have an idea of what i can do. especially here… especially when i decide to let go.” just like he was doing as he moved to grip thor’s chin as tightly. “especially when i decide to rip you apart piece by piece!”
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