“It’s a problem if you’re interfering in League business.”
“League business?” He couldn’t help, but roll his eyes. “Doubtful, but that depends on what you classify as League Business.” A pause. “For all I know, breathing could be interfering with that sort of business.”
“I said I was fine.” The redhead lurches away, she can still move, she can still walk even though she feels her shirt growing wet with blood and she swallows down the pain radiating through her body. “Just, forget you saw anything. I can clean myself up
“If you’re fine than i’m completely human,” he said, not even bothering to hold his tongue in check. No, that would come later. “You’re not… fine.” It was already clear by her tone she wasn’t, but all the same – if she didn’t want his help? Well, he wouldn’t give it – not directly. “Unless that’s a new look you’re sporting.”
“ a long list of your activities – ” she would rather not begin to list them all or think of them to encourage her and distract from the task at hand. a step taken forward and a hand tight on her hilt, she wants to strike because she knows he’s playing a game with her – a game he’ll surely seek defeat by the hand of sif.
“ i won’t ask twice, ” sif eyes him; limbs to expression, by the smirk on his lips as she finds disgust within her soul.
“ can’t or simply just wont? “ he asked, grin slowly spreading across his lips. “ the way I see it’s quite simple – in my mind, i could on on about what i’ve done and at the same time? i don’t see the point.” not to mention that it would be a waste of breath ( not to mention taxing ). still, distractions were needed, but not when it became more bothersome than the cold hard truth.
“ either way? “ a slight grin spread across his lips. “ i’ll give you this one opportunity to turn back and forget about this. ” he could have said more, but truth be told? he didn’t quite see the point. “ so, how about you run along. ”
All the characters I play are all inside of me in a way, and they’re all different, the darkness, the lightness, whatever that is.
As words gave way to growls and a veil of incomprehensible noise, the blond followed suit, contributing his own variety of sounds to the mix with his grunts and other indications of energy being spent. When he was like this, Ky had the advantage; Odinson was denied the aid of his axe, no doubt confiscated by Mephisto beforehand which left the fallen god completely unarmed.
Which was fine, he tries to tell himself. A good challenge made for suitable practice; and this was a fight where the odds were severely stacked against his favour. He was ready for the challenge and was fully prepared to fight from his corner, caring little about who he had to go through to win his freedom from this torment.
Pressing his attack, Odinson doesn’t dawdle for long after headbutting Ky, pursuing him with speed when he is sent stumbling backwards to tackle the demon in a lunge, arms wrapping tightly around his chest as they both crash against the floor of the cell.
When it emerges that he had ended up sitting on top of Ky, the unworthy one moves quickly to press a knee against where the midriff was had he still faced a human opponent, before raining bludgeoning hell down on his foe by striking his face with a series of quick jabs and punches, alternating constantly between flesh hand and fist.
Blood soon coated his knuckles but still he failed to stop, too desperate to strike fast and to strike hard, all whilst Ky was still without his wits and the furore felt by that initial transformation had finally worn off.
Slamming to the ground was harsh; couldn’t be avoided in such a confined space.
His anger may have been under control, but he still wasn’t thinking clearly. Nor did he think he’d be able to anytime soon.
Fire burned through his veins after each hit. Being immobile did that when you were pinned to the ground. More so as it was a wakeup call – one that meant he wasn’t as strong as he thought he was.
Not that he could do anything about it; a series of hisses and curses escaped his lips as his arms went up to at least block some of the hits. It wasn’t much, but hopefully it would give Ky the advantage he ultimately needed to turn the fight in his favor.
“Is this all you got?” The words were spat out through a series of deep hisses. “Little unworthy, Thor!” Ky’s tone turned darker – almost into a series of laughs as he clawed punch towards the other’s face. “Can’t hold his own against a real demon so he picks on a mere child.” And for once, Ky was being honest about himself; he still was a child. One, who had much to learn… not just about the worlds, but who he was as well.
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.
There w a s some part tucked back that was still Vivian… a part that made this body’s stomach twist at those words. But, the creature in control, now, beat that feeling back as quickly as it arose and shoved the last trace of the girl’s consciousness further from the surface. And there came a smile. A s m i l e, that curled her lips higher. “ Okay, obviously I’m in. “ ‘Not like I have a choice in that. ‘ “ What are you thinking?Death?Torture? Or are we gonna go bigger with this? “
“Much bigger. I want them to let their guard down – to believe that I am someone who wants to help.” Truth be told, he could have said more, but he wasn’t going to put forth too much of his plan at once. That way, he could change it as he needed to, and still get the same end result. “It will take some time – maybe even a long while, and when the time comes? Well, i’m sure you’ll do your part.”
Hellfirebound 