A hand clutches his head as he lets out a low groan, a large pounding still traveling throughout his skull. Fuck it felt like his head had been bounced off the ground, though it very could have and he just hit it so hard that he doesn’t remember. “Shit, what happened?” Eddie can feel the other’s presence in the room, is surprised he stuck around but he shouldn’t really be so surprised at anything that happens nowadays.
“Do you really want the answer to that?” Ky might not have cared for anyone -at least publicly – but there was still some sort of bond there. maybe he was just imagining it and yet… he still stuck around. “Or can we say congratulations.. you’re alive and move on?”
if he was being honest with himself, the doctor was right – he needed rest. his latest fight with his father resulted in… several broken bones and more damage to his body he’d care to admit. While he was hoping to get on even terms with his family… it didn’t exactly turn out as well as he’d thought. Things got heated and as usual… they fought. Ky just happened to be on the losing end this time around. “i’ll be fine -i’ll heal.” though, the reality of the fact was he wouldn’t… not for a long time at least. “a few beers and i’ll be fine.”
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Thor’s brow creases as he listens to Ky speak, his explanation not settling well with him if the twist of his mouth into a disappointed frown is any indication. He is visibly troubled by what he hears, by what Ky would claim to do should he supposedly possess the power necessary to take action.
Thor wanted to believe his sibling, but found he was unable to do so. Crestfallen by this lack of faith in him, the thunder tears himself away from Ky’s presence, unable to stare at a king he cannot support nor condone. “This is sheer madness, Ky’lar. I wish to play no part in it.” Fully committed to leaving a demon in charge of the realm, if only temporarily, he wished to leave at once; and with his departure try to scrub the thought of Ky as king of Asgard from his mind.
“Something is clearly amiss here and I plan to find out what. Until then, fare you well, Ky’lar. I pray that we never need to meet as liege and subject again.”
“And what made you think that you’re were allowed to leave?” His tone turned darker – far darker than it had been before – as he leaned forward. “Asgard is mine,” no, it wasn’t his – not even close – he was still a puppet – no, mouth piece in this after-all, “and I expect you to do as I command.”
It wouldn’t be easy; bringing the realm to fully recognize him as the heir and also ruler would be difficult. It was a reason he wanted – no, needed- Thor to stick around. If he had his support… things would go over smoothly. With out it? Well, he could still do what was required of him, but it would just be slightly more challenging.
“Not as your brother, but as your king.” The moment the words left his lips he wished he could have said something else. Wished that maybe he could have taken back everything and left, but it wasn’t possible. Not when Mephisto was pulling the strings and holding him practically hostage.
it’s around 1 am so i’m gonna try to hit the bed. i want to finish my assignment tomorrow (if i’m up to it) and then knock out a good portion of drafts here.
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