He could turn Ky away, as he had done every other day that he’d received a visit from him both in the guise of his human form and as his demonic self. But this time had felt different. There was an element of desperation to Ky’s tone that he’d not heard of before, which his newly recovered conscious could not avoid enquiring about. And so it was that Thor asked about the nature of Ky’s request.
“In that case, I invite you to step aboard so that we may discuss this matter further.” The boat was a recent acquisition and he’d hate to see it destroyed; that, and it currently housed both his new arsenal of hammers and the treasures of Asgardia that he had managed to recover so far. “But do not touch anything that remotely reassembles a hammer.”
“You can keep your hammer – I don’t even like them.” Not that he would touch anything, but the warning was noted. For the most part, but if circumstances were altered? Maybe he would have. Still, this wasn’t a social call- nor one of his constant urges for a fight. This was something far more important. Survival.
“Now,” he said, making his way forward and stepping aboard. “You’re going to help me find a way to stop it.” As for what it was, Ky wasn’t going to stay, but only since he only knew part. A reason to why he was here instead of drinking somewhere or burning down buildings.
[SMS→HELLDOUCHE]: You just asked me to help you to be better. [SMS→HELLDOUCHE]: Literally just a few moments ago. [SMS→HELLDOUCHE]: You can scroll up and see for yourself. [SMS→HELLDOUCHE]: Have you forgotten who you’re talking to as well? [SMS→HELLDOUCHE]: I’m one of those ‘lesser creatures’, asshole.
[ SMS→ STRANGE ]: Yes, I did. [ SMS→ STRANGE ]: You’re not like them. [ SMS→ STRANGE ]: Like the rest I mean. [ SMS→ STRANGE ]: You may be a lesser, but you’re different. [ SMS→ STRANGE ]: Now, when should I drop by?
He fixes Ky with a cautious glare, mouth pressed into a thin line, but makes no effort to reply. He knew that the man’d find a way to throw it back in his face, rejected in the same way as all his other attempts at conversation had been. It’s why, on this occasion, which was his first visit to Ky’s quarters in a while that he showed up not to waste time on senseless debates, but to impart new information. “I had been, until Father bid me to return. He gave me instructions to meet him in the main hall of the palace, and meant for you to attend as well.” Stepping off to the side, he moved clear of the door as it spilled rays of sunlight into the darkened room. It crossed his mind to ask why Ky’lar preferred to see by shadows rather than the bright rays of daytime, but he let such thoughts go for now.
“Shall we depart? Or would you rather be escorted by royal guard?”
“I’d rather being doing several things,” he mused. To say them wouldn’t gain him any favors, but he knew eventually they would come out. Even so, his moods were turning darker, and it was all he could do to stay away from everyone. So, he chose seclusion, and trying to leave Asgard than actually bringing anything up. That way, he could deal with this on his own, and he didn’t have to worry about anyone else getting more involved than they already were.It might not have been the best of ideas, but it was the only one that he had. “However,” he finally said, sucking in a deep breath, and turning towards Thor, “I don’t need guards.” Part of him wanted to spit out that he needed space, but he managed to hold his tongue in check for the moment. No, if he was being asked for, it had to either be something important or… maybe it was just a way to get Ky out of his seclusion. No matter what the case was, he ran his right hand through his hair with a grunt. “Let’s get this over with.” Or, rather, the sooner they got it over with, the sooner Ky could come back to his quarters and ignore everyone. “Unless, you have something else to do first.”
“HALF-BREED! I know not why the All-Father has invited your kind, but come! Drink!” A large goblet of mead was held in the air as Thor’s words boomed through the feasting hall. “Unless you are too weak for mead… I am sure that we have something in the kitchens for milk drinkers like yourself!”
Ky was about to make the note that he didn’t have a kid. He wasn’t a human and that he wasn’t entirely a demon either. The only problem was he knew waisting air on voicing that fact wouldn’t gain him any favors. Especially when it was clear Thor already had it out for him… in more ways than one. “I’ve drank the hardest alcohol on Earth,” he said bluntly. “I think I can handle a little mead.”
Why she thought this would be easy, she had no idea. “I am not asking you to. I am asking only that you pass a message on to someone who might.”
“Tell me,” he said, hands slipping into his pockets. “Do you really believe i’ll pass the message along? As far as I can tell, messages – all messages seem to get lost in translation.” A quick two second pause, “However, i’m sure we can work something out.”
was he really? honestly, no one had told him that before – no one really believed in him either. so, what was he really doing great in? he wanted to ask, but doubted it would get him anywhere. still, the news almost made his stomach churn, and it was all due to the fact he didn’t know how to react or… even what it meant at any-rate. “— thanks… i guess?”
“You are a fool.” This was not the first time someone wished to try their hand at taking the former herald of Galactus down just to prove themselves. “If I defeat you, YOU will live me alone unlike your grandfather.”
“No deal,” he said, not even bothering to care about the consequences of what he was saying. “I’m not my grandfather. Nor will i ever be.” At least… that was what he hoped. “You won’t defeat me and if you do? It changes nothing.”
“only the strongest can F O R G E fate, to the point that they become it for others who can not.” the great titan paused, scrutinising the humanoid D E M O N who would so humbly and openly admit to a shortcoming, with an impassible look on his rough visage. expert hands could be the weapon’s mould for crafting formidable heights of potential.
“you can learn to bear sentiment like a B U R D E N, but still be able to carry on. if you carry on with your purpose, with the right odds it may just change your fate. you need to become S T R O N G E R, and I do not just mean physically. I am talking about will. about conviction.”
as much as ky wished he could admit to what he was capable of, he couldn’t, and that was due to the fact he didn’t entirely know. yes, he pushed himself, but not far enough. there was always a point where he stopped himself and wouldn’t go no further.
still, it wasn’t like he knew what he was doing in the first place. more importantly, it was all trial and error. eventually, he’d get it right, but as for what it was? ky wasn’t even sure he wanted to go that far – something always held him back. “i end up ignoring things after a while,” he admitted. “just doesn’t always work.”
he sucked in a deep breath and then let it out slowly before speaking again. “will it be really be worth it? to get stronger…to change things.” his eyes closed tightly “to change what i am?”
Hellfirebound 