“ _{Then you clearly don’t know much.} ” _{Eye roll is OBNOXIOUS and EXAGGERATED, as if he can’t overstate enough the tedium that comes with such ignorance. He cares not what limited perception the other has of humanity, primary concern is the chaos that might be made in light of it, the infractions upon his kind. It is the sorcerer’s job after all, to safeguard mankind from dangers that are otherworldly; the stuff of mere nightmares to most.} “ _{You don’t get a free pass. Keep whatever hellish business you have going on away from here, away from people, or I’ll stop you. That’s the only BARGAIN you’re getting, douchebag.} ”

_{“— did I hear that right? is it that you actually want to BARGAIN?” maybe he should have kept his lips SHUT, but the problem was he was already at it. so why stop right then? “tell you what – i get a FREE pass due to the fact that you fail to see the REALITY of the situation.” again, ky should have kept his MOUTH shut. “you CAN’T save everyone, STRANGE. there is just too many PEOPLE for you to do so.” a pause. “so, if you WANT to bargain? go right ahead. BARGAIN, dr. strange.”}

_{“you should really learn not to underestimate the fathomless size of stupidity people are able to pull off. seriously, society is so incredibly shallow that it is not hard to play any sort of system if you have the right look.”}

_{“humanity is shallow,” he said bluntly. “however, they do turn their noses up at people who don’t conform to their version of normalcy.” he’d been in that situation before; scoffed at and ridiculed. “the right look or otherwise… humanity is weird.”}

Loki’s brows simply lofted in response. It didn’t take
him all that long to step forward and press a palm to
the other’s forehead– mostly out of curiosity, the
trickster forced his consciousness upon him. Unless
the other bore the sheer mental strength to push him
out, Loki dove straight through every ASPECT and
MEMORY until he reached the very beginning of Ky’lar’s
existence, then turned around and snaked all the way
back to the present. Upon his return, however, the
demigod didn’t IMMEDIATELY exit his mind and instead
held it in his grasp, like a pebble in one’s palm, and his
voice echoed throughout the wide expanse. “Mmm… and
how about NOW; do you think it impossible? If one so finite
as I could trespass here, bend your thoughts to my will… an
INFINITY STONE would not be so MERCIFUL.”

_{if ky had actually paid any attention to his training ( or even went
through with more than the basics ), he would have been able to
resist this intrusion into his mind. of course, the reality of the
matter was that he couldn’t even press himself to get the trickster
out. all he could do was shiver – he didn’t like his members.
nor could he remember half of what he’d been through. a reason
to why he wrapped his arms around his own chest tightly. it was
his only defense in this situation and while it was childish? he didn’t
care. for once, ky was completely terrified of what the god ( or anyone
else ) could quite possibly do. “get… out,” his words were low ( very
low in-fact ) as his entire form shook. “– of… my… head.” the only
problem was that he doubted that his own version of a plea would
suffice. least of all to a god.}

Now this is just getting old. Stephen really and truly didn’t bother hiding the fact that he rolled his eyes, given anyone who thought it wasn’t a natural response either wasn’t thinking about it or hadn’t been fucking paying attention. “How about we cut the “read my mind,” bullshit and get on with this conversation. You have information I need, that will help me decide whether to let you in the door. Do you see how this works, or do I have to spell it out?” Regardless of the fact that it was something Stephen could technically do, he didn’t have any interest or professional comfort with poking around in other peoples’ heads. And there was a utility to levity that he appreciated more and more as he got older and crankier.

“Because if you’re going to try to keep verbally dancing around me in order to make me less suspicious of you, you’re failing miserably,” he continued flatly, his arms crossed over his chest but his hands kept open in the folds of his arms should he need them. “And you’re also failing at accomplishing whatever goal you actually came here fore at the same time, unless your sole inclination was to irritate the crap out of me and get a door closed in your face in about five seconds.”

_{He had attempted to handle things delicately and in turn ended up making things worse for himself. A reason to why he decided ( along with Stephen’s own irritation ) it was time to just get to the point. No more dancing along the lines of safety – it was time to admit everything. Maybe then he could get in the door or get it shut in his face ( at this rate it was more looking towards shut in his face than anything else ) it was a fifty fifty chance on what way it would go.}

_{“I was trying to –,” he was about to go into an apology, but then, half-way through he grunted. “I’m the grandson of Mephisto and I need your help – shut the door on me. I don’t care… i’m going to be dragged back either way. I just…I just want to postpone it for a bit longer.” He could have gone on to explain everything about his situation, but even Ky knew it wasn’t worth it. Not if he was just going to more than likely be thrown out.}

_{ky hated that he missed all the fun. he hated that he was late to this little massacre of reapers, but that couldn’t be helped. even ky had family issues to take care of and people he reported to ( even if he’d never truly admit such a thing ).}

_{“we need to talk.” he could have danced around the fact of why he was there, but instead, ky decided to head straight to the facts this time around. that way, he didn’t have to worry about getting his words quite right. “away from here.”}

_{// @basadoir xxx}

“I have no plans to die today.”

_{“then you should get out of my way.” while his words were cool, his body language was the exact opposite. ky wasn’t in the mood to deal with anymore unexpected interference. a reason to why he decided to go with a more direct approach. “or you’ll find yourself six feet under.”}

In trying to reclaim his lost worth, Thor’s efforts ended in failure. Mjolnir, its enchantments the source of much vexation for the blond had been obliterated, and with its destruction did his chance to prove himself evaporate. Forevermore to be known as the unworthy one, it was a stigma that he had grown to embrace, accepting it as though it formed part of what he had now become– a revived god, for which lightning once again answered his summons.

If he took any measure of satisfaction in dealing the opening punch in this fight, Thor didn’t show it. Instead, he waits for Ky to recover, standing in the same spot as arcs of lightning surged from the hammer up along his golden arm, coiling around it on occasion. “Not hardly.” He boasts, not intentionally meaning to do so but offering no apology when it slipped forth all the same.

To say that the tables had changed between them was an understatement; this incarnation of the Odinson, garbed in black and gold with a familiar, winged helm in place and a long cloak strung from did not resemble the downtrodden, axe-wielding brute from before. Thor had faced that haunting shadow and buried it within himself, wishing to start a new chapter.

And it began with defeating the half-breed that tormented him from before.

Slowly, he starts to rotate his left hand, reluctant to leave go of the golden mallet due to the fear that, should he drop it once more, he may not be able to kick it back up. Because of this, when he does decide to stop and throw, it drags the rest of his body along for the ride; a rapidly, fast moving projectile poised to bowl Ky by his passing over and over again, for as many times as he cared to rise and stand.

Such is the animosity felt by this formally humbled god of thunder.

first he’d have to rip that hammer out of the unworthy one’s hands. to prove that ky would always be above the former god.

for a moment, he could taste that sweet satisfaction on his lips; to bring down thor to his own level. to show a god what it was like to be less than everyone else.

it was a moment that lasted just as much as one. the tables had changed; thor had his power back and ky? he was still the same as before. there was no change. he still had his tricks, his cruelty, and his malice. time… had made him worse.

far worse it would seem as a deep growl escaped his lips the moment he was slammed to the ground. getting up – only be knocked down again. no, he wasn’t going to play by those rules. not for a second. not when he could turn the tables.

“fight me in my true form then.” a pause, hand moving to grip the ground he was on tightly as if for some sort of support. “— unless, you can’t handle me at full power?” not that ky cared exactly. all he wanted was a decent fight were ky could take the upper hand and obliterate the thunderer, but there was doubt he’d even get that. he was just… too out of shape ( even more so since he kept refusing to train despite his family’s best efforts ).