He felt a visceral hatred growing in his gut and knew himself well enough to recognise it for what it was: fear. The brand of alarm that sees steady hands quake, that softens the hardest of resolves with its panic-inducing effects. Thor was jittery, and knew not why such was the case– he only knew that he needed to act, and soon at that. Be it by taking part in a bout of training or using Stormbreaker’s Bifrost properties to teleport himself to a far region of space.
Someplace where, with luck, an aggrieved lightningslinger may muster the full wrath of his element without consequence.
“You know not of that which you claim to speak of, demon.” A rebuttal that could be condensed into far fewer terms; drop the subject. Caught in an uncharacteristically negative mood, the god’s jaws were parted enough to afford him a near constant scowl, ill at ease until he has the opportunity to give vent to the apprehension that has claimed him so strongly. “And on the very same matter, I wish to hear no more of it.” Least they repeat what he’d heard a thousand times since the battle for Wakanda took place; he bungled a prime opportunity, and in his failure, allowed for trillions throughout the known universe to be erased from existence.
Ky knew fully well what Thor meant. Everything had gone downhill since Thanos and now? Whoever was left ended up picking up the peaces. Ky should have just turned tail and gone home – maybe then he could go back to some sense of reasonability. He may have hated his family, but at least they were… predictable.
“Then let’s go somewhere.” Ky knew that he’d have to elaborate to the extent of what exactly he meant, but he wasn’t going to. It would call become clear soon enough. “Somewhere far away from here,” he said, taking a step closer. “It will do us both some good.” Or, in other words, it would get both them away from everyone. True, it might not have been much, but maybe training, fighting, or just being away from earth would do the both of them better than just sticking around here.
“Unless… you’d rather stick ‘round here forever.”
“It can’t be easy,” Here they were. Supposed mortal enemies. Demon and angel. A simple conversation involving the unfairness of the wicked cycle called life. “Shouldn’t you be able to think for yourself?” A rogue thought which broke through the feeble defenses of his lips. A thought that could result in a reprimand from Heaven for simply harboring such thoughts. And yet, he felt comfortable with conveying such things with his present company. He very much doubted the other would tattletale on him.
“I’m still learning.” It was the most honest thing he’d said in years and it was to the fact that he too doubted that they’d actually say anything about this little conversation. One, that was turning out to be more truthful than Ky originally intended. “I did, what I thought would have gotten me accepted. I thought,” he said, taking in a deep breath, and letting it out slowly, “that if I willingly accepted who I was. If I decided to make my choice… I would be more than just a simple mistake.”
“You can see how that turned out.” Ky knew now that it wasn’t the right choice; he should have just stayed ignorant to the large scheme of things if he was being honest with himself. Still, there was no going back now – not even if he wanted to. “If I bow my head, try to fake some sort of respect, and lay low… I don’t get a target on my back.” Though, that hadn’t gone over so well – not since he’d been attempting it. Respect was something that was earned – not given freely. Not even to his own family. A reason to why he had the scars to prove why he’d give anything to get out… he just couldn’t do it. He couldn’t willingly give up the only family he had.
Nita rolled her eyes, inspecting her fingernails idly. “I’m only passing on the message,” Nita drawled out slowly “don’t know why they’re passing the message through me, I ain’t on either side and I don’t recall threatening you.”
“a message you could have left alone.” he rolled his eyes. “don’t you have anything better to do? i have to plan avoiding my family for the next… six months. It would be nice if you could avoid me as well.”
“And what the FUCK makes you think you can decide when this is over, huh?” she growled, LUNGING forward to the same man she had chosen to move in with only weeks earlier. Now she was SHOVING hard against his chest to get him AWAY – which was relatively SOFT compared to what she could ACTUALLY do to him.
“GET OUT! It’s over!”
and there it was – that SPARK he enjoyed so much. he felt he could DECIDE as he always had to be the one in CONTROL. sadly enough, that wasn’t the case – a reason to why he smirked as she SHOVED him back. truth be told, he expected her to do something worse, but then again, he could have done the exact same thing. if he wished. for the moment, however, he was CONTENT with not lifting a finger – that way, he wouldn’t do anything he’d regret down the line.
“you seem to FORGET who i am, but fine,” he said, grin pulling at his lips. “i’ll leave – won’t even put up a fight.” of course, what he could do was BURN the place down, but he’d get to that… eventually. “but when the time comes? you’ll REGRET this.”
“Or what? Shall you spank me for not listening and being a naughty boy? You are taking care of it, and that’s that!”
His hands were resting on his hips now, clearly just as stubborn in his stance as the other was.
“I told you to do it, thus you will do it.”
“Actually, I believe I’ll have to decline that offer,” he said, arms folding across their chest. “I won’t do anything to you, but you’ll have to find someone else for this… little clean up.”
“Understand?”
“No.” Solid words and a frown on his face. “I’m not about to do anything to help you steal.” Peter doesn’t move when the other steps forward, is staring heavily at the man. “You might deal with ambiguity but I don’t, I’m not living in a grey area or doing things that are questionable. Yes I hide my face but that’s to stop others from worrying.”
Hands are placed against his hips, and Peter is playing at bravado now, wishes he had his mask back on just to lessen the sensory input. “I don’t care if you want to call this item yours, because if you have to steal it, have to kidnap me in the process – then it’s clearly not yours anymore.”
“If we’re going to be quite honest; I could have left you where I found you. Sure, you’d live, but I had so many chances to squash you like the bug you are. I’m almost tempted to do so now, but…” he grinned. “I need you alive.” At least for the time being, but that could change – especially if things proved to be a bit more… problematic than he intended.
“However, should you chose to be a bit… what’s the word these days? uncooperative… I may do something we’ll both regret.” It was more than a threat – it was Ky putting on the line just what he’d do to obtain what he wanted.
“So,” he clasped his hands together tightly, “do make sure you make the right decision.”
me, very randomly: ky and blacky bonding! also me: ky won’t go for it – he’d rather try to fight or even kill his father than go for it. me, again: bonding is bonding.
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