In trying to reclaim his lost worth, Thor’s efforts ended in failure. Mjolnir, its enchantments the source of much vexation for the blond had been obliterated, and with its destruction did his chance to prove himself evaporate. Forevermore to be known as the unworthy one, it was a stigma that he had grown to embrace, accepting it as though it formed part of what he had now become– a revived god, for which lightning once again answered his summons.

If he took any measure of satisfaction in dealing the opening punch in this fight, Thor didn’t show it. Instead, he waits for Ky to recover, standing in the same spot as arcs of lightning surged from the hammer up along his golden arm, coiling around it on occasion. “Not hardly.” He boasts, not intentionally meaning to do so but offering no apology when it slipped forth all the same. 

To say that the tables had changed between them was an understatement; this incarnation of the Odinson, garbed in black and gold with a familiar, winged helm in place and a long cloak strung from did not resemble the downtrodden, axe-wielding brute from before. Thor had faced that haunting shadow and buried it within himself, wishing to start a new chapter.

And it began with defeating the half-breed that tormented him from before.

Slowly, he starts to rotate his left hand, reluctant to leave go of the golden mallet due to the fear that, should he drop it once more, he may not be able to kick it back up. Because of this, when he does decide to stop and throw, it drags the rest of his body along for the ride; a rapidly, fast moving projectile poised to bowl Ky by his passing over and over again, for as many times as he cared to rise and stand.

Such is the animosity felt by this formally humbled god of thunder.

first he’d have to rip that hammer out of the unworthy one’s hands. to prove that ky would always be above the former god. 

for a moment, he could taste that sweet satisfaction on his lips; to bring down thor to his own level. to show a god what it was like to be less than everyone else. 

it was a moment that lasted just as much as one. the tables had changed; thor had his power back and ky? he was still the same as before. there was no change. he still had his tricks, his cruelty, and his malice. time… had made him worse.

far worse it would seem as a deep growl escaped his lips the moment he was slammed to the ground. getting up – only be knocked down again. no, he wasn’t going to play by those rules. not for a second. not when he could turn the tables.

   “fight me in my true form then.” a pause, hand moving to grip the ground he was on tightly as if for some sort of support. “— unless, you can’t handle me at full power?” not that ky cared exactly. all he wanted was a decent fight were ky could take the upper hand and obliterate the thunderer, but there was doubt he’d even get that. he was just… too out of shape ( even more so since he kept refusing to train despite his family’s best efforts ).