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He had never known difficulty like he did in being forcing to accept an undeniable fact; that in being cast out from Asgard, certain sides had been taken, and he’d so happened to end up pulling the short straw. Stripped of his hammer for good measure, the banished thunder god had refocused his attention on working with the Norsemen, who were enjoying the height of their relevancy during these prosperous if ancient times for Midgard. 

In doing so, he had found much needed distraction, prone to forget that he, a prince, had been denied any claims to the throne whilst another heir was set to take over due to Odin’s failing health. From what little he can recall, these several years after being betrayed, Loki had met with a similar fate some months after he’d been removed from the realm.

But, as was his typically terrible luck, a part of the home he had wished to forget would decide to pay him an unannounced visit. Travelling by shadow to further highlight their noticeable aversion to the light, the demon as he has come to regard his treacherous sibling as is regarded with a contemptuous sigh, followed by a wiping of hands. He would need to put on pause his current activity to engage this one in friendly – if slightly charged– conversation.

“Ky’lar, for what reason are you here? Do you bring with you dire news concerning Father’s health?” 

_{Dire news. 
If only things were that cut and dry. If this was years ago, before Thor was thrown out of Asgard, maybe there would have been a shred of truth in his coming words. Maybe, he would have even said that Odin forgave Thor – that maybe he would be let back to see his Father’s final moments.} 

_{However, that time was long since past. Ky wasn’t going to allow Thor back – not even if he was requested to drag him back. In Thor’s absence, Ky had grown far more distant – hiding away until the moment was right to appear, and keeping key information just enough out of the way so no one could ‘save’ the day.}

       _{“Not even a welcome for your dear brother?” His tone fell flat – almost as if taunting as his arms folded behind his back. “Oh, how far you have fallen – to think, i’m the only one standing to take after Odin.” His tone then switched to something a bit more playful and relaxed. “After he is gone of course. Then again,” he said, taking a step forward.”he could possibly get better, but that’s doubtful.”}