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At the grab of chin, the second time this day he had been nabbed in such a fashion, the blond’s demeanour worsened. Patience running on empty, storm clouds darkening his features as he let rip a snarl– and launched his head forward, slamming his skull against Ky’s with every intent to rearrange his features.

“On the contrary, I know well what you are capable of. Though, I do welcome being surprised.” Ready to confront unpleasantness, no matter who form or face it wore, the blond returns to a more comfortable position, letting his restraints slacken as the chains used to bind him scrapped noisily along the floor. His feet, kept on a shorter leash than that which bound his wrists, kept him close to the ground, unable to stand tall above Ky.

“And how do you mean to do so? With your bare hands?” Unless of course he meant to abandon that fragile husk of humanity that kept unwholesome compulsions barely in check. Not afforded the luxury of finding out the truth, the Odinson pressed on, striving to work Ky into a fury. “Abandon this senseless quest, boy. Your threats of evisceration are toothless.”

_{oh, he wished to rip, and tear the other apart. with their bare hands would have been harder – much harder than that little husk he held on to. the one true reminder of what he was – that he never could be whole. well, not with out losing the one part of himself that kept him sane.}

_{in this realm, though, the rules were not quite the same as they were back in midgard. time wasn’t the same here – not was his abilities. he was stronger here and the urges were as well. all it took to go over the edge was a thought, and right now? thor was pushing ky to the edge of  his limits.}

_{a moment passed, another, and then another. the final words of the unworthy god struck the demon to his core. what ky wanted wasn’t senseless, it was what he deserved after being stuck in this place, and why shouldn’t he let lose? it wouldn’t have been the first time he’d done so when his own rage over-took him.
nor would it be the last.}

_{“my bare hands?” he couldn’t help the scoff as his body started to change form; that husk of humanity that he always held onto slipping away far more easily here than anywhere else. whatever sense of control was fading by the second. “– i do believe,” he said, his like hand forming to a fist; moving to slam it right into thor’s jaw “you’re right about that.”}