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The offer to duel– to the death, most likely– had been exchanged between them both so often that its mention nowadays hardly triggered a reaction from the blond. No concern nor outrage bloomed in the moments after its airing; what prevailed was a species of muted disappointment, chagrined to see Ky stuck tightly to old ways and habits.

“…No, not this time. I refuse to fight you.”

_{“- what?” he couldn’t believe what he was hearing; couldn’t believe he’d been denied this request of his. “did i hear that right?” of course he did, but ky had to make sure ( if only for his own ego ). “you refuse to fight me?” it seemed a bit surreal, but still – he wasn’t going to let that stop him. “am i not good enough anymore?” truth be told, he could have gone into more detail about the why, but what was the point? he was more in disbelief that thor wouldn’t fight him than anything else. “or are you finally realizing i’ll win every single time?”}