Few words are exchanged in the way of a greeting as Thor, name and honours restored, locates the son of Blackheart and descends, the air rushing past his form causing his cape to flutter in the wind. He had missed the flying, but not half as much as holding that hammer in his hand, even though it was a duplication of the original tool, since sacrificed to destroy the Mangog once and for all. Landing directly before Ky’lar, blue hues aglow with the unbridled power flowing through his veins from holding the golden mallet lock gazes with the other, his intention to wage a fight visible in the set of his broad shoulders and crouched legs. For a moment, Thor’s expression stays serene, once again a god of the storms and lightning until it turns foul; warped by the memories of the torment he had endured at the other’s hand.
Without prompting, he gauges the distance between them, then strikes, belting Ky in the jaw with the might of newly forged uru.
the son of blackheart never thought the unworthy one would ever weld such a weapon again. their fights had been numerous, destructive, and ky made sure to hold nothing back when it came down to it.
all the torment was done due to ky’s own cruelty; his own hatred for the unworthy god. maybe, in another place, ky would have understood just what it was like to lose worth – to lose the very thing that made him whole. though, the possibility of that was slim; ky never felt whole or even felt wanted – not even from his own father.
still, there was no doubt in his mind that he deserved the slam right in the jaw. especially with all the stunt’s he’s pulled. always reaching for more than what he was. not that he could really blame himself personally either. he was always lacking something. be it his own self confidence or what have you. it always was something that he didn’t have – for now, it was the energy to actually be angry with the god. no, he deserved this.
being thrown back several feet was the least of his worries. right now, all he had to voice his thoughts on the matter; even if he knew that it would get him nowhere. not with the unworthy one ( somehow ) worthy again. “rude,” he managed to get out, spitting out some blood. shortly after, a grin spread across his features, “— that all you got?”
“well, i don’t know how well i would be able to maim someone if i was drunk, but sounds like a plan to me. try not to stress out too much about this meeting.” she smirked, hoping that the maiming thing either wouldn’t happen or he would let her go bag some bad guy from somewhere to lock away for him.
“have i ever stressed out about anything?” he had – several times before. he couldn’t even face his father – nor his grandfather anymore. doing so just made him feel like the child he was. always reaching for more and now? well, he was doing his best to hide his emotions by ignoring them completely. “it will be fine. i promise.”
my life is a fleeting one my work is just a web i’ve spun oh, my life is a setting sun
Quinn arched an eyebrow “I think they just don’t like you” he got up and rooted around in the fridge looking for something cold to drink. “I don’t really feel the heat, comes with the territory I suppose.” He looked at the other “Really? All the shit that goes on and you think swimming is weird. Okay” Quinn shook his head and drank from his bottled water.
“yeah, well, i’m not likable,” he said bluntly. though, that was just the start of things. “an’ i think several things are weird.” including swimming, but that was besides the point. “swimming just tops the damnable list.” at least for the moment.
he wasn’t expecting anything to be place on his head. then again, ky didn’t exactly mind either as he let out a deep sigh. “is this your way of telling me i need something on my head?”
Let it said that Ky wasn’t the obliging sort; he had asked and so his request was answered, the hunk of mighty uru hurled his way with blistering speed. Distracted by the fact that Ky had heeded his wish– given him exactly what he sought, the Odinson failed to take note of his unworthiness and so took a stance that would’ve allowed him to grab Mjolnir as it came flying towards them, but alas, the mallet did not heed.
Just as in every instance since his fall, the hammer continued to view the disgraced thunderer as unfit, showing this verdict by clashing against the blond’s chest and carrying him for a few hundred metres until it lost momentum and dropped, falling upon the Odinson in the process. Suddenly alarmed, the fallen god’s bulged in acute fright, the nightmares that stalked his mind in moments of unconsciousness (not sleep, he hadn’t rested properly in months) made manifest by the half-demon’s actions.
Frightened, he gropes desperately at the handle of the hammer, exerting a tremendous effort to try and shift it. Unfortunately, it refuses to budge, causing the angry aesir to be comparable to a turtle rolled onto its back; helpless and pathetic, the fire that fuelled his rage moments prior replaced by the chilling realisation of limits met.
“Please…remove this…it’s…crushing…me!”
“poor unworthy, odinson.” the words came out mocklingly as he made his way forward. “you think it wants you back? you think you can just say a few words and you will return to your former glory?” that wasn’t how reality worked – whatever thor did ( or didn’t do ), it caused him to become less than he was.
ky, just happened to be able to lift the hammer, but for why? even he didn’t know. still, he wasn’t going to betray it’s trust – to do so would put both of them in a bind. “you think i asked to be worthy? you think i asked for any of this?” his hands formed into tight fists. “i didn’t ask to be created, i didn’t ask to be the son of blackheart!” for once, he was telling the truth, but it was more to it. he enjoyed the power – enjoyed that he could do anything he wanted.
the only problem was that he couldn’t control himself. not truly and while mjolnir was able to stabilize him ( for now ), even ky knew that it wasn’t a permanent fix for his situation. nothing would be in all reality. “— and i,” he lifted his hand up; calling the hammer back to him, “didn’t ask to be worthy.”
he then sucked in a deep breath and let it out slowly. “all i asked was for a chance. one chance to be more than what i was. to be more than a mistake.”
At the grab of chin, the second time this day he had been nabbed in such a fashion, the blond’s demeanour worsened. Patience running on empty, storm clouds darkening his features as he let rip a snarl– and launched his head forward, slamming his skull against Ky’s with every intent to rearrange his features.
“On the contrary, I know well what you are capable of. Though, I do welcome being surprised.” Ready to confront unpleasantness, no matter who form or face it wore, the blond returns to a more comfortable position, letting his restraints slacken as the chains used to bind him scrapped noisily along the floor. His feet, kept on a shorter leash than that which bound his wrists, kept him close to the ground, unable to stand tall above Ky.
“And how do you mean to do so? With your bare hands?” Unless of course he meant to abandon that fragile husk of humanity that kept unwholesome compulsions barely in check. Not afforded the luxury of finding out the truth, the Odinson pressed on, striving to work Ky into a fury. “Abandon this senseless quest, boy. Your threats of evisceration are toothless.”
oh, he wished to rip, and tear the other apart. with their bare hands would have been harder – much harder than that little husk he held on to. the one true reminder of what he was – that he never could be whole. well, not with out losing the one part of himself that kept him sane.
in this realm, though, the rules were not quite the same as they were back in midgard. time wasn’t the same here – not was his abilities. he was stronger here and the urges were as well. all it took to go over the edge was a thought, and right now? thor was pushing ky to the edge of his limits.
a moment passed, another, and then another. the final words of the unworthy god struck the demon to his core. what ky wanted wasn’t senseless, it was what he deserved after being stuck in this place, and why shouldn’t he let lose? it wouldn’t have been the first time he’d done so when his own rage over-took him. nor would it be the last.
“my bare hands?” he couldn’t help the scoff as his body started to change form; that husk of humanity that he always held onto slipping away far more easily here than anywhere else. whatever sense of control was fading by the second. “– i do believe,” he said, his like hand forming to a fist; moving to slam it right into thor’s jaw “you’re right about that.”
Hellfirebound 