‘oh, i have connections.’ quite a few of them if he was being completely honest with himself. still, he wasn’t about to admit where he got it from – especially to her, but he was attempting to be nice. well, as decent as he could be at the moment, and that was a lot all considering. ‘so, consider it a gift, and we can go from there.’
“NO” He is not entirely aware of what he’s objecting but it’s filled with frustration, lips formed a fine line across his hardened features and with great focus, he’ll stare the other down. “Absolutely not and if you mention a single time more, i’ll have your tongue”
“FAR STRONGER HAVE TRIED.” that much was a given, but more of a point of view factor for ky. if it was up to him, he could have done the same in return, but that wasn’t his play. not when all he needed was someone to back him up; at least in this little move of his. “now, you’re going to agree to this, or maybe i’ll have to be a bit creative on what to do with YOU.”
there was a reason for everything he did these days; proving he was worth more than he was before was a hard road. even more so when he had to learn restraint the had way – he lost it at times, but the rewards were exactly what he wanted. no, they were far more than that. to be considered more worthy than a god – to be able to lift a hammer that few had ever held. it was oddly fitting in it’s own way, but even ky knew it wouldn’t last. a hammer was only a tool; it could be used to build or destroy. if he was being honest with himself, he was using it to build himself up, and obtain confidence in his abilities ( as well as himself ). still, the moment he got his point across… he would most certainly give it back to it’s rightful owner. the one who truly deserved to have the hammer; not some half-breed with anger management issues such as himself.
“am i now?” a smirk spread across his lips shortly his shirt was grabbed. thor didn’t scare him; not like this. in his mind, he wasn’t just worthy; he was changed. the hammer was a tool, yes, but it was also a symbol. one that would show his worth. his worth that would be tested in this moment; fighting the hammer’s former owner. it would be a test of his restraint and his true worthiness. if he wanted to keep the hammer, he had to do this not just carefully, but skill fully as well,
being thrown to the ground simply made him laugh; even more so since there was no doubt in his mind what could come next. he would be shown just how far the other had fallen. oh, it was rich – to see the god fall so far and yet… he didn’t have time to process it properly. not as he moved both of his arms up to protect his face. not that it would do much – especially since he didn’t have enough time to properly go through the action. no, ky would have to suffer through the beating until he found either the courage to call forth the hammer or tap into his more demonic abilities and change forms.
either way, it wasn’t going to be an easy decision, and it was due to the fact he had to chose what he truly wanted. it wasn’t just about being beaten ( possibly to death ), by thor. It was whether or not he wanted to tap into his demonic side or call upon the hammer. and as he was beaten by the unworthy god he wasn’t sure what he wanted… not yet. he wasn’t sure if he wanted to shed the title of being the son of blackheart or not. he wasn’t sure what he should do.
The putrid stench of his own burned flesh clogs his nostrils, but it doesn’t force him to look away. His gaze is locked on a target, and won’t be shifting without his permission, relying on the glare he pins Ky with in addition to the hunched stance he takes to communicate what severed vocal cords can’t until the regenerative process restores them. The runt was engaged by the half-breed’s quick thinking, though he only had himself to blame; a trap had been set and Logan had been caught by it, receiving a blast of heat and bathe in fire for his troubles.
it was far more than simply a trap; it was a plan laid out specifically for the one who triggered it. so easy it had been to say the right words, at the right time, and obviously in the right manner. anything less would have derailed his plan to turn the wolverine crispy. still, this little spat wasn’t over yet; not until the other learned their place… or ky could no longer find himself in a winning position. “you look better this way,” he said, voice dripping with sarcasm, and yet there was a touch of seriousness in it as well. “much better.” his lips pursed for a few moments. “i wonder how good you’ll look in my grandfather’s realm – like this until the end of days.”
Nita strode forward so that she was glaring up into Ky’lars face, poking his chest “keep calling me cute, and we’ll see where you end up” Nita hissed resisting the urge to punch the man.
he couldn’t help, but let a smirk spread across his lips as he moved to swat her hand away. “well, we’re all going to hell. so, i know where i’ll be… when you change your mind about things.”
You can love a monster, it can even love you back, but that doesn’t change its nature.
Hellfirebound 