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Playing the part of escort had not been a role he’d foreseen himself taking up when opening his eyes earlier in the day. But like it or not, here he was playing such a part, accompanying his brother as they walked together towards a bound to be unpleasant meeting. 
    Should any words, on account of their importance, necessitate exchange, now was a suitable time to do so. But similar to his reticent sibling, Thor could not think of anything profound to say. This fact is concerning to him, if for how it illustrates just how little he knows Ky’lar in the dozen of years he’d seen him grow in Asgard’s care. A blatantly obvious outsider, but then he wasn’t the first stranger to grace such halls.

Luckily, they arrive at the throne room in no time at all, an achievement that is only relieving if for how it put an end to the silence that stretched between them on the way here. What was to happen next would not be easy, but recognising the importance of age, Thor takes point, leading proceedings as the eldest child of the family.  
     “Father,” he says, kneeling out of an obligation to recognise his forebearer. Rather than instruct Ky’lar to do the same, the thunderer reaches out with a hand and catches the clothes on the male’s back, dragging him downwards to join him in the respectful gesture. This action is met with a noise of disapproval from the All-Father, which causes Thor to look away, ashamed.
   He takes a moment to steel himself, then opens his mouth to speak for the both of them.

“We have answered your summons. Now tell us the reason for why you have brought us here.”

_{Ky’lar kept his silence due to the reason he thought it was best. As much as he wanted company, it was no use to attempt to explain himself over, and over again.}

_{Over the years, Ky stopped talking after he learned he never was going to blend in. His curious nature turning darker and it got to the he even stopped going to anything besides training and reading as much as possible.}

_{Maybe, if he was able to get through to Thor or even be able to explore the Realms for himself things would be different. It was doubtful, but at the same time even Ky had a shred of hope.
    Even if he still felt like a complete outsider most of the time in his home.}

_{Still, there  was no denying the low feral growl that escaped Ky’lar’s lips as he was dragged downward into a kneeling position.} 

_{Odin knew that Ky’lar wasn’t adapting as well as he’d hoped. It was something he’d have to rectify, but letting him leave Asgard wasn’t going to happen. Mephisto would ‘smell’ the boy and try to reclaim him.
     That was something Odin wouldn’t have not if he could prevent such an occurrence.} 

_{When his both of his son’s entered, a nod was given. 
   One to signal approval and then a harsh noise of disapproval was given shortly after the fact. It was a simple truth that Odin expected Ky’lar do kneel himself. An expectation that wasn’t much, but proved just how distant he had become. It was something the All-Father attempted to change, but it seemed that even he couldn’t reshape someone’s primal nature.
    However,  it wouldn’t  stop him from trying.}

_{“While Thor shines brightly across the Realms as a sign of hope, you, ky’lar do not.” A statement, more than a fact, but Odin was being harsh for a reason. “Since your youth, you’ve always had a darkness – one that has festered over the last few years.” Even if no one would speak the truth of the matter, but that wasn’t the point. 
    “You were both born to be kings. Born to sit and stand in my place.” It was Thor who would obtain the Throne and Thor who would lead Asgard into the future. Not Ky’lar, he would -if he gathered control- rule over a realm of his own, but as the day’s past… Odin knew that would be a close to impossible task.}

_{“And yet… you bicker like School Children.” It wasn’t the right word to use. In-fact, it wasn’t the proper word to use at all, but Odin wanted to use something the both of them could understand. If he said the truth, he doubted either of them would listen so… he chose a slightly  softer, but just as harsh approach than the harshest reality of things.
     “While Thor rises above you, my son.” he said,  eyes dead set on Ky’lar, “stick to the shadows and plot to defy my commands.”}

_{Odin could have gone on into more dangerous territory, but the mention of Treason wouldn’t be taken lightly.  No, he’d not mention the words that would out Ky’lar in a cell for the rest of his days, but he would recite (with his sons filling in the details) the story of  the Demonic invasion that  happened years ago. 
  Just so maybe it would get through Ky’s thick head about the dangers of why he shouldn’t  leave Asgard.}

_{“Many years ago,” he said, leaning forward,  “I fought of an invasion lead by Mephisto himself. It was during that time during the final battle – after many Asgardians were killed – that he let lose his general. A massive Demon known as Blackheart.” He then glanced towards the ceiling. “How did I kill the demon and who was his Father?”}

_{Ky’lar knew the answers to the questions, but remained silent. It was  his own way of defying his ‘Father’ and  better yet? He didn’t even have to do anything. Just that simple inaction would be sure to make both of them angry.  Maybe even enough so he could explore the Realms, but it was doubtful. Very doubtful.}