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Let it said that Ky wasn’t the obliging sort; he had asked and so his request was answered, the hunk of mighty uru hurled his way with blistering speed. Distracted by the fact that Ky had heeded his wish– given him exactly what he sought, the Odinson failed to take note of his unworthiness and so took a stance that would’ve allowed him to grab Mjolnir as it came flying towards them, but alas, the mallet did not heed.

Just as in every instance since his fall, the hammer continued to view the disgraced thunderer as unfit, showing this verdict by clashing against the blond’s chest and carrying him for a few hundred metres until it lost momentum and dropped, falling upon the Odinson in the process. Suddenly alarmed, the fallen god’s bulged in acute fright, the nightmares that stalked his mind in moments of unconsciousness (not sleep, he hadn’t rested properly in months) made manifest by the half-demon’s actions.

Frightened, he gropes desperately at the handle of the hammer, exerting a tremendous effort to try and shift it. Unfortunately, it refuses to budge, causing the angry aesir to be comparable to a turtle rolled onto its back; helpless and pathetic, the fire that fuelled his rage moments prior replaced by the chilling realisation of limits met.

“Please…remove this…it’s…crushing…me!”

_{“poor unworthy, odinson.” the words came out mocklingly as he made his way forward. “you think it wants you back? you think you can just say a few words and you will return to your former glory?” that wasn’t how reality worked – whatever thor did ( or didn’t do ), it caused him to become less than he was.}

_{ky, just happened to be able to lift the hammer, but for why? even he didn’t know. still, he wasn’t going to betray it’s trust – to do so would put both of them in a bind. “you think i asked to be worthy? you think i asked for any of this?” his hands formed into tight fists. “i didn’t ask to be created, i didn’t ask to be the son of blackheart!” for once, he was telling the truth, but it was more to it. he enjoyed the power – enjoyed that he could do anything he wanted.} 

_{the only problem was that he couldn’t control himself. not truly and while mjolnir was able to stabilize him ( for now ), even ky knew that it wasn’t a permanent  fix for his situation. nothing would be in all reality. “— and i,” he lifted his hand up; calling the hammer back to him, “didn’t ask to be worthy.”}

_{he then sucked in a deep breath and let it out slowly. “all i asked was for a chance. one chance to be more than what i was. to be more than a mistake.”}