The side of Thor’s mouth lifted upwards when he heard Ky part with that remark, amused that his view towards the mystic weapons had become disfavourable. It eliminated the suspicion he felt guilty for entertaining that the man may try to repeat history– and become worthy once more. “Oh? That makes a change.” Humming thoughtfully, he stepped back as Ky boarded, waiting a few seconds until leading him inside the cabin.

The interior was cramped, but still held enough space for a god and a a demon to stand without needing to crouch. In one corner a host of treasures were piled; a mixture of hammers, golden trinkets and other wares belonging to his home. Thor paid the collection little attention as he gestured for ky to take a seat around a table that was far too small for the thunderer to be seated at without risk destroying the furniture.

“Consider my assistence yours to use as required. Though, further elaboration is necessary. What is it that I am needed for to help you with confronting?”

_{The risks with this little talk increased every second he was here. Ky knew from past experience that Thor – no matter the case – was unpredictable. Worthy, unworthy, or whatever he was now. It all was cause for unease.} 

_{Ky couldn’t directly pin-point what would make the God trust him more, but he also wasn’t interested in attempting to gain that trust either. To do so meant he cared for the God’s opinion and for the moment… he did not.}

_{Once he sat down, Ky’s eyes locked on Thor’s own – mainly so he could get his point across. There were many things he truthfully wanted or, rather, needed assistance for, but this wasn’t a social call. Nor would it ever be.}

_{“My family.” More specifically, Ky needed a way to make sure he was never dragged back to Mephisto’s realm. So far, the only way he knew of was to fight, and Ky couldn’t do it on his own. Not now and not ever. He just wasn’t strong enough.}