“As had I, until recent events have shown how wrong I was to believe such a fact.” He’d rather not speak of the defeat his sons received at the greek’s hands, training his attention instead on the mortals that still paid their respects to his effigies. This so called god from a different was troublesome, but Baldur, working at the behest of their father, had vowed to keep an eye on him.
“You speak of the one known as Kratos, yes? He is starting to become a nuisance.” A sharp exhale sees his irritation dissipate before it had the chance to reach critical mass. “I’ll deal with him when the time is right to do so.”
“– and what if the time is never right to do so?” a simple question, but one to gauge thor’s ultimate interest in the matter. “you could wait for years – until he’s destroyed all the gods – and even then… it might not be the right time.” or maybe the right time was simply what one was chosen when needed? either way, ky didn’t seem to care to much – it wasn’t his fight. not yet anyways.
“if you take my advice,” he said, right hand running through his hair, “you should learn everything there is to know about him before a fight. if only half the rumors are true about him? fighting him is a-kin to fighting a giant snake.” it won’t end well.
“What you are, does it ever – – bother you? Y’know, not bein’ – – like everyone else?”
“has it ever occurred to you that not everyone likes to answer questions?” a smirk spread across his lips for a few moments. “ask yourself; does truly it matter and why does it really concern you.”
‘ Ugh. Did he try and tell you that he ‘believes’ in you ? That you could do better ? ‘ he spat on the ground (the crust sizzles and spontaniously BURSTS into black fire.) ‘ Fucking premmadona. ‘ | | &&. @hellfirebound liked.
‘ no one believes in me. ’ a simple assumption more than a fact – even if there was someone who did believe in him? they would be disappointed. old habits never went away; why try to change when destruction was so fun? when murder could be so… liberating. there was no point in it. ‘ i learned that the hard way. ’
For a brief moment, Thor’s face twitched with impatience. The blatant attempt to mock him was an impressive effort, all things considered, but he took it in stride. He wasn’t shaken by it, nor was he annoyed enough to take action. Ky’s words had stung, but such a wound quickly healed.
“That is awfully specific,” he says, his words adopting a quiet ferocity. He might claim to be immune to Ky’s insults, but there was still the matter of them being aired that he needed to address. “What if someone claims my life before you have your turn? What will you do then? Pray for my resurrection?”
“i could, but why give them the chance?” it was ky’s own way of saying he wanted to end this. right here and now. why give others even an ounce of opportunity? if anyone was going to take the god’s life, it would be ky – not his father, not some serpent. himself.
“why pray for your return when we can settle this with-out having to wait upon fate to have the right time?” maybe it was bold of him to even admit such a thing, but he knew it had to be said eventually. “no tricks, no resurrections, and no family getting involved. what do you say?”
“Seems you’ve been busy.” Speaking up for the first time, Constantine makes his presence known to Ky. He hadn’t wanted to say anything, and was fully intent on letting the half-demon pass by on his way, but sense of a consciousness he had left wouldn’t allow him to leave Ky pass on his sight without asking some questions.
He’d heard talk lately of the man’s involvement in matters concerning gods. Some had gone as far as to say he was capable of lifting a certain thunderer’s hammer, but he couldn’t believe it. After all, what were gods but selfish beings of incredible power, who only won the favour of their worshippers for wearing a more appealing guise than that of their devilish counterparts.
“Heard you had a tussle with a norse god. Any particular reason why that happened?”
“we got into a disagreement.” it was more than a simple disagreement though – ky wanted more than anything to rip thor apart. a hard task at any-rate, but he’d beaten thor before, and would do so again, and again.
“he says ‘no’, i say yes, and i throw his hammer at his face.” he then followed with a simple shrug. “the rest is history.” at least to him, but the reality of the situation was entirely different. in truth, it wasn’t simply history; ky would move to strike against thor again and again. at least until he got bored or managed to eliminate the so called god of thunder.
“You know if anyone arrived here from The Mouth in the last week? I just want to ask if they’ve seen my brother. I could do with some news.”
“i thought you gods knew everything – you know, meant to be more knowing, and enlightened than the rest of all existence.” maybe he was grasping a but on that last part, but all the same… he doubted it truly mattered. “then again? last i heard some spartan was on a rampage again.”
“you should care – i could rip you outta that body faster than you could say ‘sorry’.” he should have in all reality. it would have been so much easier, but he couldn’t. not now. at least with a demon in viv she would be relatively safe ( even if he never would say it out loud ). even so… he’d have to set a few ground rules. “so, if i tell you to lay low? you lay low.” a pause. “the girl is mine.” i care too much for her.
Short or not, the fact that it had happened had been more than enough for the maddened aesir, removed from his godly status by the whisper of a mortal. And now their kin, the creatures that rose above all others to become the dominant form of life on this wretched rock, had created another mortal with demon blood in his veins. And the unspoken permission to wield a powerful weapon like mjolnir.
Hands bound to the hammer, Odinson’s first instinct was to pry it free from his hold, snapping fingers like twigs as need be. But, as the weapon’s magicks began to restore its wielder, the blond found he was unable to slacken his grip, turning instead to another idea; pummelling Ky’s face.
Moving into position, he was poised to rain down a series of strikes when the mallet struck him in the chest, a gentle strike that, like before, sends him flying towards the nearest wall, the structure crumbling around him from impact. Downed for what felt like five minutes, but was only a fifth of the time, the bits of rubble fly out in all directions as the Odinson stands on shaky feet, swaying noticeably. The faint outline of mjolnir had marked his chest where it had struck.
“Ky’lar! You insufferable cur! Return thine hammer back to me at ONCE.”
“you want the hammer?” a question he knew the absolute answer to. thor was unworthy, it didn’t want him, but he wanted the object back. a weapon to build or destroy. funny, ky always thought he’d be the one on the receiving end of it. stuck under it’s weight and unable to move.
those days were long passed – he’d learned and he wouldn’t go back to how he was. no, not while he had it in his grasp, but even ky knew the hammer was just a tool. he didn’t need – not really, but it helped.
so, if thor wanted the hammer back? he’d give it to him. just… not in the way he thought as he made his way towards the other. true, this was a risky play, but it was worth it. it had to be in all reality.
“then have it!” shortly after his words, he threw mjolnir right at the other’s chest. it was a way to keep the other down and also show just who was more worthy of it. at least for the moment.
“i just don’t see how this is my problem,” he said arms crossing over his chest. even if it was, ky didn’t feel like he was needed. if strange couldn’t do this on his own? it was on him. “focus on one or the other.” either way, he wasn’t going to help – not unless he absolutely had to. even then? it would be up for debate.
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