“Then turn to your reasons
for creating conflict. ‘Tis your choice to
start another war,
not ours. We…”
“My
prince. Your brother wishes to see him.”
It
was rare for Heimdall to interrupt him, much less relay a message from Loki. It
was those two things that gave him pause, and he glanced at Heimdall to make
sure that he hadn’t hallucinated the
interruption. Upon seeing that nod, he exhaled loudly. If there was one person,
besides his parents, who he tended to trust, it was his brother. If Loki wanted
to see their ‘guest’, then he would. Thor was aware that his brother knew
certain things he didn’t, so he was willing to defer to him when necessary.
“It appears someone has
decided to vouch for you. It would
benefit you
greatly not to
waste the opportunity.”
He
lowered his warhammer to his side just as the sound of hooves echoed behind
him. Two horses had arrived, one his war horse. The other was clearly for their
guest. According to Heimdall, Loki was waiting for them in their mother’s
garden.
Starting a war wasn’t his prerogative. Ending one before it began was. Whoever died in the aftermath of his actions wasn’t his concern. All that mattered to him was the end goal; one where he’d come out on top and damn the consequences.
An eyebrow was raised at Heimdall’s voice; an unexpected surprise in two parts. Ky knew coming here would raise the attention of… many individuals. Asgard wasn’t a place anyone would tread lightly at, but he’d used his last favor to get here.
Ultimately, he’d take anything he could get. The price didn’t matter to him, but hearing that someone could vouch for him was a change of plans. One, that he’d have to go through carefully… if only so he wouldn’t end up being put in a cell or sent to some world at the edge of known existence.
“So it seems.”
Ky wouldn’t say it was unexpected. It wasn’t – at least not entirely. What was, however, was that it seemed that someone – Thor’s brother – in-fact was willing to vouch specifically for him. That turn of events made things far more interesting.
“For the record, I never waste an opportunity. Not even if the odds are clearly stacked against me.”
Dark brows subtly pull in response to a low click, presenting to him the source of developing chagrin. He doesn’t anticipate company, and the unwanted guest is graced with a short inhale and glacial simplification. “Visiting hours are from 12:00pm – 2:00pm.” A costly pen clips across the papers in his wake, and idle fingers drag its tip to fill the blank sheet.
“You are welcome to reread the sign displaying it on your way out.”
“ I could, but I doubt that would make a difference. I’m here now.” If Ky had to, he’d burn the sign just to make a point, but he wasn’t willing to go that far. No, he’d only do the bare minimum – anymore and that was overkill in his mind.
“ Unfortunately for you, it seems I won’t be leaving anytime soon.” Not if he had his way at least. “Sorry about that.”
a l l those ( stories ) you heard about [ M E ] ? ? ? ———————— they were NOT stories ; t h e y w e r e t r u e.
FREE HAND CLUTCHED as his side as Strange sagged against the opposite rock face. His chest heaved up and down, pain, more than just his hands, radiating across his body. He pushed himself too far this time. Used too many big spells in such a small portion of time. While he may be the sorcerer supreme, the man wasn’t invisible. Because he was still that; a man. Now he was having to rely on others to pave the way home.
“I thought you said you’ve done this before.” A light accusation. But he was used to things not going quite according to plan. Eyes tracked Ky attempting to open the gateway. Stephen could try a small spell, but with his lack in energy, it could do more harm than good. He could try his sling ring, but something told him that may be ill advised. Looked like they were stuck between a rock and a hard place.
“How long do we have?” He questioned before walking over to the gateway. A shaking hand pressed against the boiling stone. It was hot as hellfire, but Stephen didn’t shy away. It almost felt as if the gate had too much power. Orbs narrowed. “It’s a surge. That may be why you can’t access it.” Blue orbs turned to look at the other. “We can try waiting it out or, chance it.” Either way, looked like they were going to be screwed.
LAST TIME HE DID this, he had hours left over to get through the gateway. This time, there was less than an hour – maybe a bit more or less. When that happened, it would close, and they’d lose their chance. It was what Ky had been trying to avoid to begin with.
“Less than a quarter of an hour,” he said, taking a step back from the rock face. “If we don’t go now, we won’t have another chance for quite a while.” Years actually, but there were other ways. Granted, they were far more dangerous than this gateway, but it still didn’t answer the question for why things were not going as planned.
Strange did say it was a surge; maybe he had under calculated this time. It wouldn’t be the first- nor the last time, but at such a critical moment? Maybe he should have put it off a few more years… that way he’d at least be ready for something like this.
“Chancing it could work,” he said, biting his lower lip for a moment or three. “Last time, things took a long while, but it worked. Just never was this hot.” Ky then rubbed at his temples. “Your choice.”
“Yes, I do actually. Every day.” Obviously he was teasing, but he could admit it was nice to see a friendly face. Even if the circumstances were not as… decent as he’d enjoy. “Just not covered in blood – need a drink?”
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