Not meaning to cause offence, Thor did not to rush to offer an apology, seeing no point in wasting breath needed to do so. He had infuriated Ky, spurred him to take action, turning into a situation that could not be defused by mere words alone. No, to resolve this matter he’d need to reciprocate the damage he had endured.
Better prepared this time, the thunderer is able to read the infuriated hellspawn’s movements like an open look; rage, that grand motivator, rendering him reckless in his charge. When the attack came Thor motioned to dodge, ducking under it whilst stepping forward, grabbing the outstretched limb as he did so.
With a firm hold obtained, he drags Ky forward in a deliberate effort to make him stumble. Pulled closer, Thor then follows up by lifting up his other arm to try and smash the the point of his elbow into the man’s face, capitalising on the momentum gained from jeopardising his footing.
an apology wasn’t needed. nor was anything else in his mind. no, this was a real fight, and it was one that ky was willing to win. it didn’t matter what he had to do. nor did it matter what he was willing to sacrifice to get it.a reason to why rage was the only motivator he had these days; it burned in him like an every raging fire that could never be extinguished. not until the object of his frustrations were not just long gone, but destroyed as well. sometimes it worked… sometimes it didn’t.
either way, ky stumbled just enough to make him venerable. more importantly, when the point of the elbow smashed into his face, he couldn’t do much more than let out a growl as he attempted to grab ahold of thor’s arm to shove him back. though, most likely it was to no avail.
Did he happen to think before goading the demon? Unlikely. And for his folly, a worthy punishment was received. When the second punch is thrown, the thunderer does fell something – a very many things, in fact, all of which stemmed from the same source; pain.
Stunned, Thor is forced into retreating, staggering backwards like someone under the influence as a hand is raised to nose. Now that was a jab that had a significant punch to it! Breaking out in a chuckle, he lowers his gaze to his hand as he pulls it away from his face, spying ruby droplets. “I stand corrected! There is more to you than meets the eye, Ky’lar Richardson!”
Motivated by the sight of his own godly blood drawn, the blond forms is hands into fists, adopting a fighting stance. “If you keep it up, I might start to enjoy this little squabble of ours.”
thor wanted a punch, so ky made sure to give him one. it was, after-all, just fun, and games to him. a punch here, a punch there, and several more just for sport. he never knew when to pull away; it was easier to punch another into their death than stop himself from doing otherwise.
of course, that all changed when the other used his last name. he hated it more than being known as the son of blackheart, but at least the later had some power behind it. his… human name did not. it was a simple statement to the fact he was always going to be constricted by his origins.
a reason to why the demon’s mood changed for the worst as his tone turned darker. “don’t use that name.” he could handle ky’lar, that was what he was used to, but not his last name. it was just too personal. not to mention the use of it almost always (unless he trusted the person who used it or was his grandfather) send him into a blind rage.
a rage that he wasn’t sure he could come out of as he rushed forward to send another fist right into thor’s chest – not even caring that the other had adopting a fighting stance. no, this was no longer a simple game for him. this. was. personal.
“You call that a punch? I have seen the children of Asgard hit harder!”
did he hold back? he didn’t think he did, but he was trying his hardest not to use his abilities. he was trying his hardest to prove he was something with-out them. maybe he just couldn’t cut it with out tapping into his power. maybe that was why he always would be weak.
a reason to why the taunt made him angry. far angrier than he had been in quite a while as he sent another punch. though, this time, ky made sure to use every bit of his power behind it, and this time he was sure it would do more than just a slight amount of damage.
Had he expected Ky to cower in fear, drop all staged attempts at being disruptive, he might’ve found the time to act disappointed. But he wasn’t a fool– at least not an intentional one. He’d met Ky’s kind before, seen firsthand how such stubbornness had led many a misguided soul to a premature demise. If he was fixated on this particular path, Thor wasn’t going to try and dissuade from traversing it.
“An acceptable price to pay if it meant silencing your incessant tongue for a while.” Shaking the half-breed as he spoke, he was willing to face a father’s wrath if it was worth teaching a fool a harsh lesson. Words were, in his belief, not his strongest skill, but a fight on the other hand? Crossing blades with those of his opponents? He could not think of a more suitable way to teach Ky the lessons he sorely lacked.
“You seem capable of talking a lot, Ky’lar. But are you as good a fighter as you are at boasting about consequences yet to occur?”
a smirk spread across his lips — even as he was shaken it never wavered. no, he wasn’t going to back down from his words. not now and not ever. he was going to make a name for himself and the only way to do that was to show just what he could do.
of course, having backup by way of his father always helped. sometimes, all he had to do was say the name, and he got what he wanted. it was just all too easy and a real fight would be amusing. might even be able to let him use everything at his disposal — just to put this son of odin in their place.
“oh, i’m sure i could take you.” though, he wasn’t too sure about what the outcome would be in the long term — even when ky fought beasts ten times his size there were consequences. though, for good or otherwise… was up for debate. “no doubt about that.”
A shake of head serves as his answer; a firm ‘no’ to counteract his claim. “You and I both know why I couldn’t do that.” Not as long as he was an Avenger, an idol to vikings past; a hero simply trying to protect the people of Midgard from harm, defender of the defenceless.
Having witnessed Ky’s capabilities first hand, he had more than enough reasons to thwart the man at every step, even before hearing Blackheart’s request. “No, but he was adamant you were to remain detained until– how do the mortals put it? – you had ‘cooled off.’” Confident that jab would garner an eruptive reception, the blond’s brows arched expectantly, taking no pleasure in predicting the obvious.
“Might I suggest that next time you choose a less…public place to unleash your wrath upon?” It would less headaches for all involved if he did. He was still receiving reports from his teammates of the ongoing efforts to restore the portions of the city damaged by Ky during his most recent rampage streak. “What is it that inspires such unrestrained rage within you, son of Blackheart?”
rage was easy. like air it had a strange allure to it that wasn’t just needed to survive, but wanted. maybe that was the prime reason his pure rage – not anger – was unrestrained.
he got what he wanted. it didn’t matter how small or how large; he got exactly what he wanted in time. a reason to why he kept going after more — not for glory, but just a taste of a hard won victory. anything else was simple after effects that meant nothing to him.
all be craved was to be better — better than what whom was up for debate, but usually it was his father. to escape from the shackles of being behind his shadow would be… in essence a perpetual bliss that he do desperately craved.
not that it mattered now; he was was in a cell and already he could feel the snarl that escaped his lips at the jab. it followed suit by the demon slamming both of his arms on the window of the cell with as much might as he could muster. akin to a caged animal that wanted to rip apart the one’s who inevitably trapped it to such a confined space.
“take a guess,” it wasn’t the intended jab – that he wanted– towards the other, but it would suffice, “your father-,” a pause, “– no, your true father decides to show up after countless years, and you learn you’re not what he wanted. not able to be controlled easily, not able to be molded into what was required.” there was more to the story, much more, but he couldn’t admit that. he never could when he was is angry, “you think i wanted this — you think i chose to exist?”
“i didn’t.”
“i don’t break my deals, thor.” well, most of the time. once in a while, the demon was forced to break them due to… situations, and he had to personally deal with the consequences. if it meant getting thor to put some faith in him? so be it, ky would make sure to keep to his word, and not betray the other. well, it would be worth it. he knew it would.
“more to the point,” he continued, “if it means you’ll get off my back for while? well, maybe i won’t betray you.” on the other hand, he never could get over the enjoyment of betraying someone at the right moment. a reason to why the option was on the table, but.. it wouldn’t be chosen. not until there was no other alternative.
Muttering a silent curse that took the All-Father’s name in vain, Thor felt compelled to flinch on Ky’s behalf. Had they been visiting any other realm, even Vanaheim for that matter, leaving the deceased to the mercy of nature would not have been an unusual sight. But this was Midgard– Earth– a realm for which men would cower at the merest flicker of questionable shadow, let alone the sight of a mutilated corpse.
“As it happens, I do. Now, stand back.” Moving past Ky, he indicates to the other to keep his distance, retrieving a short sword from a sheath on his belt as he did so. Setting off on a path heading directly for the fallen, Thor twirls the blade in his grasp until its flat side lies parallel to the underside of his arm, awaiting use.
The thought he had in mind was straight forward; fry the corpse to disguise the worst of the savage murder committed. In order to see this done, the thunderer called upon the wellspring of his strength, his good eye turning completely white as a crackling noise floods his ears. Soon,blue arcs of electricity are seen skirting across his back and coiling around his arms, including the short sword.
Channelling the fury of the storm, he pulls back the arm holding the sword, and chucks it, a metal projectile imbued with enough joules of every to fell any mortal ten times over. But that was only the beginning, for as the blade pierced the corpse, a great bolt of lightning struck it, summoned from clouds that sat in what was almost a clear sky a handful of minutes ago.
Taking care not to obliterate the corpse completely, Thor tries not to disturb the remains as he goes to retrieve his weapon, dispelling his summoned power.
“We are done here, Ky’lar, the matter is dealt with. Do not make this a habit.”
ky made sure to take quite a few steps back from the other. if he was going to help, the demon was going to make sure the he was as far away as possible. after-all, he didn’t think thor would go back on his word, but for safety’s sake… he wanted to keep himself away from the brunt of it.
he had heard of the god of thunder’s powers before, but never thought he would see them in person. more to the point, there was part of him that didn’t think he’d ever want to, but the funny thing about it was that deep down he knew he would.
if anything, even as ky watched the other work, he knew fully well they were not friends. he wouldn’t even consider them to be that on the best of days. no, for the time being, thor wasn’t his enemy, and that was all that mattered.
a reason to why the demon was so relaxed around the other for the time being. arms folded calmly across his chest as he made sure to notice every detail of what the god of thunder was doing. no, this was a good plan, but the reasons as to why thor was actually doing it escaped him.
he could have asked, but he didn’t quite well care. his little… problem had been taken care of and now they could move on. of course, if it had been up to him, the frying of the body wouldn’t have been needed, but still… it was fascinating to see the other work.
“who said i would be making it a habit?” even if he made it one… there was doubt thor could stop him. well, he could have easily, but ky doubted it would have gotten that far. “’sides, i don’t plan on this happening again for a very long while.” not if he could help it at least.
if it was up to him, he wouldn’t have been doing this at all, but still… he was trying to behave. after his last few escape attempts… he decided the only way forward was giving -somewhat- into the demands. so, he got some small freedoms, and was using that time to formulate a plan to escape.
then again, in some respects, ky admired that they wanted to keep him locked away, but all the same… he craved freedom. more to the point he still wanted to give into those urges and damn the consequences of any and all actions.
“if you just stayed out of my way… we wouldn’t be in this situation.” a doubtful notion. eventually, someone would have managed to corner him, and do much worse than simply having him confined. he knew that and yet… he didn’t even care.
“more to the point,” he continued as he stopped writing for the moment, “do you really think my father will let me rot in here forever?” even if he did, all ky had to do was appeal to a higher court of sorts, and he would be back to his usual destructive habits in no time. then again, spending time in mephisto’s realm wasn’t…wanted, but it was far more enjoyable than his current situation.
The setting was a familiar one, the motives more or less the same. In the cell that formally housed his dangerous brother sits a new occupant, incarcerated for the small crime of wiping a mortal settlement off the face of the earth. With the events of Sokovia still fresh in the minds of many, the Avengers responded accordingly, meeting Ky with force enough to stop his plans in their tracks.
With over a month having passed by, Thor returns to Ky’s prison, the sixth trip he’s made in so short a time. Willing to trust Midgard’s own inhabitants in many regards, when science and sorcery combined to form a terrible whole, he took it upon himself to intervene. Given all that Ky had managed to accomplish, his achievements had reeked of magical incantations, spells that had offered him the opportunity to cause substantial havoc in a short time.
Suspecting that it was Loki’s charms that granted the mongrel a temporary advantage, he intends to gleam a confession substantiating this soon enough. Until then he falls into routine, standing a metre away from the screen separating asgardian from fiend, his shoulders squared and arms crossed high against his chest. Whenever he chanced to talk, his words thundered and crashed like the turbulent heavens themselves.
“Sitting there on idle haunches must drive you to the heights of madness. Were this an encounter of the usual sort it would be my hope that you might be able to learn something from this experience, but what would the point be in trying to keep something that perished a long time ago intact. The answer? None, at all.”
what was really maddening was the simple fact that he had lost. had everything gone to plan, he would have done much more than simply wipe out something so small. maybe even destroy a whole country or three. if it mean’t releasing that anger that build up everything… it was worth it. it always was.
though, the constant of thor visiting was just an edge of a sword twisting into his perpetual failure. if he had more assistance, maybe he could have done more before he had been detained, but that wasn’t the case. more to the point, ky had gone over every single point of how he had come to be in this cell ten times over.
the real madness. the real fact of the matter to why he had been uneasy was that he was still in the cell. his father should have let him out by now. that was how he thought it should have been, but still…. ky was left to rot in here for a minor crime. it was one of the worst things he had done in a very long time, but ky still thought of it as minor.
“what i’ve learned is that you come here to gloat about one small victory.” maybe he should have held his tongue, but he hadn’t so far. why should he start now? “one small victory that means nothing.” least of all to him.
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