Loki’s brows simply lofted in response. It didn’t take
          him all that long to step forward and press a palm to
          the other’s forehead– mostly out of curiosity, the
          trickster forced his consciousness upon him. Unless
          the other bore the sheer mental strength to push him
          out, Loki dove straight through every ASPECT and
          MEMORY until he reached the very beginning of Ky’lar’s
          existence, then turned around and snaked all the way
          back to the present. Upon his return, however, the
          demigod didn’t IMMEDIATELY exit his mind and instead
          held it in his grasp, like a pebble in one’s palm, and his
          voice echoed throughout the wide expanse. “Mmm… and
          how about NOW; do you think it impossible? If one so finite
          as I could trespass here, bend your thoughts to my will… an
          INFINITY STONE would not be so MERCIFUL.”

_{if ky had actually paid any attention to his training ( or even went
through with more than the basics ), he would have been able to
resist this intrusion into his mind. of course, the reality of the
matter was that he couldn’t even press himself to get the trickster
out. all he could do was shiver – he didn’t like his members.
nor could he remember half of what he’d been through. a reason
to why he wrapped his arms around his own chest tightly. it was
his only defense in this situation and while it was childish? he didn’t
care. for once, ky was completely terrified of what the god ( or anyone
else ) could quite possibly do. “get… out,” his words were low ( very
low in-fact ) as his entire form shook. “– of… my… head.” the only
problem was that he doubted that his own version of a plea would
suffice. least of all to a god.}