Dealt a harsh defeat, the pile of rubble stays still for a moment, the silence deafening in its length. Seeing no need to react immediately, or even drum up further fuss, Odinson, disgraced, depowered and absolutely humiliated, surfaces from beneath the pile of rubble during Ky’s ‘fallen’ remark, a fluke of timing that makes it appear as though such a claim had been spoken too early.

Standing with shoulders hunched and back doubled over, breathing becomes an annoying challenge for him, given the devastation wrought upon his insides by the hammer that betrayed him so publicly. Yes, the blame must lie with Mjolnir, thinks his muddled mind, grasping now at threads before admitting it was his own fault it dropped from his hand.

By the time he deigns to speak, the unworthy blond, no longer interested in dragging out this encounter, makes way to leave, but not before dropping a few angry remarks at Ky’lar’s feet.

“Then leave me to my self-made ruin and be gone from my sight, worthy one. I am certain your time is better spent elsewhere than observing this foolish god 

besmirching his own reputation by conducting himself poorly.”

_{Ky’lar chose to reject his demonic tendencies to become worthy. He rejected his anger and his hatred to become something more. To become something more than he could ever achieve any other way.} 

_{It was trial and error. Restraint and release. A circle of becoming better; to admit he had faults and then work better to achieve something more. Mjolnir wasn’t needed for this – he could have done it himself, but the Hammer focused his mind, and gave him a reason to change.}

_{However, it was times like this that hew as put to the real test. Every part of him urged to  strike at Thor; to end the Unworthy one here and there. Yet, he knew  he couldn’t – to do so  would prove  he hadn’t changed,  and it was why he gripped the handle tightly to avoid doing anything that could prove to be problematic.} 

_{“Mark my words, Odinson, your ruin was your own doing. Not mine; a foolish god with no understanding of reality.”  His lips formed into a thin-line as held the hammer tighter. “See you around.”}