The aftermath of Thanos’ snap was horrible to witness. While Loki never made friends with any of the Avengers, they were in fact far from it, they were still his brothers’ friends, and they had lost many. Half of the universe was gone, only a handful of heroes remaining. The ground was covered in dust of those who had disintegrated and as he walked, Loki felt almost as if he was defiling peoples graves. A shiver went down his spine from just thinking that one of the unlucky ones could have been him or his brother.
As he walked through the forest close to the Wakandan palace, the trickster spotted a figure walking about. The man seemed untouched from battle and completely out of place. Daggers at the ready, he carefully came closer. “If you are one of Thanos’ men, you have come to the wrong place.”
ky knew he could have been placed in such categories. his own family making deals with the titan to keep themselves safe. not that he could complain – he was only here was he had escaped his own personal confinement to have some fun. well, more so murder, but since the events of the snap had happened? well, it didn’t seem liked he’d be able to do that. not really at any-rate.
“— and what would you do if i was?” a simple question, said as his hands slipped into the back pockets of his pants. “you know, besides the quite obvious.” there had been far too much death lately – even for his own liking. “even so, i just don’t see how my… allegiances truly matter.” at least at he moment.
ky, my buddy, my boy –
STOP DROOLING OVER DR. STEPHEN STRANGE.
He focused on Ky’lar knowing if the man came to him, that there was somehting he couldn’t solve on his own. The order kept track of him, the way they did most that might give them issues but he’d been fine, quiet even lately and having him in the Sanctum was highly unexpected.
“So I’m guessing if you’re here and telling me about the demon that you don’t have a way to find or contain them on your own and you’re requesting my help in the matter?”
Reaching up, he tapped his lower lip with the tip of his gloved hand. He should have known that one of this level of demons had escaped but there hadn’t been any notice of a breach. “Let me ask you, do you know how they could have reached this level without some kind of warning? Is he that powerful that even your kind didn’t know that they were coming?”
he was about to elaborate on the situation; on how he could track them down. it wouldn’t be hard – he even had them on speed-dial. still, the idea of ‘kind’ came into play and that was when everything ( in his mind ) went south.
ky may not have came here for a fight, but he knew it couldn’t be avoided. not when the topic of ‘kind’ came into play. maybe it was childish of him to get so angry over a simple word, but then again, he didn’t care. not at the moment.
“my kind?” he asked, avoiding the matter of exactly why he was here entirely. “you might be many things, strange, but if you knew anything about me.” ky then moved to poke strange right in the chest – a bold move, even for him – “you’d know i stand alone on this.”
in truth, he was about to go on about how he didn’t care what strange thought of him, but instead, he stood his ground. no, he was doing this alone, and the only reason he was here was for assistance. though, now he doubted he’d even get an inch of it. “just like i do in everything else. i. have. no. kind.”
it wasn’t the first time such a thing was said about him. nor would it honestly be the last. if anything, he’d learned long ago that he was bad, but the worst? maybe that was a fitting title for him these days.
“yeah,” he said bluntly, his head leaning back in the chair. “i know.”
Wear your scars proudly. Whatever tried to kill you failed.
Nathan nodded, “they find any free skin.” He said, already swatting at his arm as he felt a bite. “Pesky little things.” He grumbled as they trekked through the dense jungle.
“…sooo this your first treasure hunt?” He asked. Normally, he’d be taking up the time talking to himself. Not often he had someone with him. Well-he did randomly…Sully most of the time. A couple others…but he liked working by himself.
“the first one where i’m coming along.” though, it was the first one that he had been on. at least… in recent memory. more to point, he doubted that it would make any difference in his mind. “the last one, i just sent people on, but they never came back.” at least in one piece — a reason to why he was going to get the job done right this time… more or less.
“i don’t like the out doors. too messy for my tastes.” at least, messy to the point where he was attacked by bugs. maybe they just didn’t like him. though, that didn’t take much for anyone to not like him. “among other things.”
“yeah, well, it’s not so bad,” he said bluntly. “i’m not exactly well liked back home, an’ i doubted anywhere else would be different.” at least in his mind. still, there was always a trace amount of hope he had – even if it wasn’t entirely valid. “so, am i disgusting? yeah – seems i am.”
Hellfirebound 