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_{Of course things had gone complicated; Thor took off, started a war, and now had to suffer for his actions. Loki was… who knew where, Odin was more or less dying, and Ky was the one left to pick up the pieces.
If only Thor was there, maybe he could have gotten through this, but no. Thor was on Earth and wouldn’t be allowed back. Not even if Ky had requested to bring him back – a reason to why he was going to wait. If Odin died, Ky would just have to put forth a certain… proposal to grab the Throne.
He had enough support with what he’d been doing, but the validity of his claims would still be up for debate. A reason to why he wanted to keep his Brothers out of the way for as long as possible.
That way, maybe he could focus on getting exactly what he wanted: power and the throne.}

_{It was to that reason he was here; on Earth. A place he’d only been to a very long time ago. If he was being honest, he almost wished to stay here longer, but it wouldn’t serve his needs at all. No, he’d inform Thor of what had happened, and the get back to what would soon be his kingdom (if everything went properly).}

_{“When I heard Odin did this,” he said, taking a step forward from the shadows of the room. “I almost didn’t believe it.” Ky thought it was a joke – until he heard otherwise in all reality, but here they were.
One step closer to his over-all plan. Or, at least, part of a plan.}

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_{(For the unworthy / hell plots) Why are you pickin fights with other ppl when you’ve still got me tRAPPED IN HELL? // @fryordie}

_{That was the question, wasn’t it? For why Ky always attempted to pick fights with someone else and not Thor, the one that was rightfully his. The true answer was that he got bored easily, but that wasn’t exactly the case this time around. No, Ky just enjoyed having more options; sometimes, he enjoyed fighting unknowns, but usually they beat him. Something… he was still trying to grasp his head around.
Not that he’d ever mention it to well… anyone. There was a reason Thor was trapped down there and it was in line with the same reason Ky should have been down there (instead of causing havoc on Earth). He needed to train or at least learn some basic discipline.
At the moment, both seemed like a far stretch, but in time it was possible.}

_{“Have you ever thought that maybe…i’m just not that into you, Odinson? The cosmos doesn’t and has never evolved around you.”}

To be required to bend the knee to Ky’lar was a fierce prospect to entertain. Thor felt an atavistic chill at the very thought of it, but was also bemused by it. The order of succession should’ve put him or his other siblings in line to claim the throne once Odin abdicated his position as king and All-Father well before the half-breed had his turn. Such had at least been the case in the centuries prior to their family growing by a total of one, anyway.

He’d need to find Odin and ask what had changed.

“Nay, Ky’lar, you speak falsely.” Clearly not sold on the lie so tentatively floated his way, the blond pulls tightly on the reins that held his furious feelings in check, possessing enough sense to not cause a scene in the court of his new liege. The throne was his birthright, and whilst the debate as for why he should be seated upon it instead of a demon’s son had yet to be waged, Thor kept his tone terse, voice rising only for emphasis.

“My people would be better off without you acting as their king. This mess has the sulphurous stench of Mephisto’s doing about it. Do correct me if I am wrong in this assumption.”

_{“Do you truly believe that, brother?” His voice was acidic as he leaned forward. “I speak the truth, if I had the power to do so right now, I would hand it over to you, but… we both know who I answer to.” Mephisto, the unspoken truth that he’d never admit – not directly at least.}

_{Thor was right though, this all had to do with him, and there was doubt that it would ever change. If Ky attempted to put things back to the way they should have been, there was no doubt in his mind that he’d be stopped. Maybe it would be by force or maybe Mephisto would even send someone else in to ‘correct’ his behavior.}

_{Either option wasn’t something he wanted to explore. Nor did he feel it was entirely necessary to explore such measures. “If,” he said bluntly, “and that is a big if, he had any part in this… i’d tell you.” No, he wouldn’t. Maybe a while ago, a good long while ago, but now? No, Ky’lar wouldn’t reveal that information to Thor. No matter how hard he tried to extract it.}

_{“As it stands, I stay where i am… until such a time changes.”}

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Oh what he would do to reverse time and try again. Perhaps on the second pass the Norns would deal to him a kinder destiny, one where far less of those he cared about had to perish. But he wasn’t like the wizard or the mad titan he now vowed to kill; the time stone wasn’t in his possession, and so the flow of current events would stay the same.

On the decision to stay or leave, Thor didn’t need to give it much thought, for he had his answer prepared well in advance. “No. We shall depart and make way for someplace far less…familiar than here.” Thanks to Stormbringer and its bifrost enchantments, he had the range to traverse the universe like never before. The only real problem arose when deciding where exactly to go.

“Come,” he bids, taking hold of the axe which awoke with his touch; blue flames engulfed the hammer side of its head, whilst jolts of electricity, harmless to a lord of thunder, sparked periodically all around the weapon. “Stay close or else risk being dismembered.” Which was effectively a white lie, if for the fact that Thor wasn’t sure what would happen should Ky’lar not stay by his side whilst they teleported.

_{A nod was given in return; anywhere was better than here. Earth was in shambles and Ky knew that staying back in Meph’s realm was more than likely the best bet. The only problem was that he didn’t know if he could – not when it was clear he was better suited here. Better suited trying to fix this mess than run back home just to watch it unfold.}

_{“An’ don’t worry. I don’t plan on dying today.” Or anytime soon if he was being honest, but in his mind? Being with Thor was far better than anywhere else in the nine realms and beyond. Especially with what had transpired with Thanos.}

_{“Either way,” he said, making his way towards, and then standing right beside Thor. “Let’s see what the universe has in store for us.” At best it would mean a fight… at worst? Well, he wasn’t going to think about that… not yet at least.}

_{It had only been two weeks since he was left in charge; two long weeks that felt like years. He didn’t know what he was doing nor did he have anyone to help him. All he truly had was Thor and that… wasn’t exactly someone he could completely trust.}

_{Yes, Thor had been the one constant in his life, but at the end of the day, it was he who should be on the throne. Not him. Not the half-demon who was raised here after a conquest.}

_{Still, it wasn’t like he could do much about it now. He just had to wait it out and hope that no one wanted to do anything. Maybe then he could keep the place going until his Grandfather managed to shift his gaze back to Asgard.}

_{“This wasn’t my idea,” he said, bringing up his new tittle for the first time since it happened. “but your people are going to one day, get back to how things were long ago. I swear it.” A lie, one of the largest ones Ky ever used; he couldn’t guarantee it. He couldn’t do anything and it was all due to the fact he didn’t have that type of power.}

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He chooses not to answer such a question, using his sudden silence to speak for him. The gift of the runestone was a temporary measure, an object imbued with power that had the potential to be misused, but wouldn’t last forever. Thor hoped that it would distract Ky enough until he and his fellow asgardians conceived a better solution that didn’t call for war as he had hoped.
No, this situation required a delicate approach.

“Whether it is wise or not to aid you is not important, demon. There are more significant matters brewing elsewhere in these realms that must be seen to than your plight alone.” Such as the rumours of Malekith escaping his prison, a threat the blond deemed to be more important than the devil’s spawn spawn standing opposite him.
“Have you decided yet where exactly you wish the stone to take you?”

_{There always was more important matters at hand than him. Something Ky learned from a young age was that everyone had their own problems to deal with. He was just an unwanted pawn in the greater game of things -one, that hand potential, but still had much to learn.
Going home wasn’t an option. Staying here wasn’t one either; he had to find something else. Maybe he could find a world he could find peace in or… a place he could train with others. Either way, there was a massive choice ahead of him, and it was one he wasn’t too sure he could make on his own.
“No,” he said, sucking in a deep breath, and letting it out slowly. “I may have a few idea’s, but no names. I woul- I wouldn’t even know where to begin.” As much as he wanted to say anywhere away from here… he knew that could lead him right back to Mephisto’s realm and that was the last place he wanted to be.}

“It does not surprise me to hear you say such remarks.” Ky’s complaints are met with a measured smile that lasted for a fraction of a second, there and gone by the time that Thor moved to respond. Had moods the capacity to acquire a physical presence, then any that approached the man as he was like now would find themselves walking towards a nebulous void. It didn’t seem fare, but Thor felt that he now had to wave goodbye to all cheery perspectives regarding his adopted sibling. A summons to appear before Odin outside of days dedicated to ceremony and revelry was never a pleasant development.
Feeling the atmosphere around them grow taut with expectation, he tries his best to diffuse at least some of the tension felt by raising his arms aloft in a mock show of surrender, fumbling his words but soon starting over again; “Very well. No guards, then. And nay, I have attended to and resolved all necessary matters prior to my arrival here.” His way of saying he’d settled his accords, cleared his schedule of all obligations, for he was bound to need the free time in the coming hours ahead.
“Onwards, to Odin’s hall.” Gesturing past Ky to their destination off in the distance, the familiar, golden spires of the palace shone in the warm glow of day, unmissable by any who cast their gaze upon the alluring vista of the realm eternal.
The place where matters of life and death were regularly debated.

_{Deep down, Ky knew this wasn’t going to be a simple talk; it was going to be a massive one. Maybe Odin had finally gotten worried to why Ky wasn’t even attending meals anymore or to the point that he rarely left his quarters.
There were loads of questions he had as to why now- why he couldn’t just be left alone to his own devices, and why would he be dragged in. If he was being honest with himself, maybe being dragged in would have been better; a true act of defiance since maybe then he’d be allowed to at least see the realms for himself.}^{Nine realms. None of them and he’d only seen a portion. More specifically, he’d read more about them than most, but never truly stepping on them fully. At any-rate, he wasn’t like Thor, wasn’t like anyone else that was allowed to go to other realms in battles. No, he was ordered to stay out of them, and ‘wait’.}_{Maybe he just wasn’t suited for this; he had control, he had restraint, but it wasn’t enough. Ky could feel something in the back of his mind starting to make itself known; an anger he always smothered with focus and with some sort of distraction.
For the entirety of the trip, Ky kept his arms folded calmly behind his back, and his head down. An unusual gesture, but done for the simple reason to keep his silence. If something that was most likely bad happened? He wanted to take the brunt of it himself and leave Thor out of it… even if it amounted pushing everyone away.}

Unappreciative of Ky’s sharpness, Thor’s expression became warped by unpleasantness, sighing in sheer annoyance at how persistent the man could be when he had his attention fixated on a particular. He wasn’t sure how else to indicate he didn’t want to fight, but soon came to understand that it was the only way the demon would finally take heed of his warnings.

“Very well.” Words laced with a tinge of disappointment, Thor held up both arms, stretching them high into the sky whilst splaying his fingers. A few moments pass uneventfully by, until something could be seen travelling at great speed towards the two of them. Then it had gotten close enough to be identified as a hammer, the weapon broke in two, with each half going to one of Thor’s empty hands.

Holding tight to these new weapons, revealed to be a pair of axes, the blond swaths the air with them, keeping flair and showiness to a bare minimum before then settling into a battle ready chance.

“Come then, creature. Allow Thor to give you the fight that you crave”

_{“Excellent.“
A one word response towards everything that had been said – including the view and arrival of the hammer. Well, now it was not just one, but two axes.}

_{Once, the demon would have said it was interesting, but no longer – no, all Ky thought of the other’s choice in weaponry was how difficult it would be the other with them. In his mind, it wouldn’t be highly difficult, but it still would have to be taken carefully. If something went even slightly wrong, Ky could end up in a losing position … something he couldn’t afford at the moment.}

_{“Let the games begin!”
It was, after-all, just a game to him; proving himself and trying time again to show he was actually worthy of standing toe to toe with the greatest heroes of this time. If Ky was trained better, he could have taken quite a few of them out permanently, but he didn’t recognize that little factor yet. Nor would he ever at this rate; it was all games to him and seeing just how far he could go was the ultimate goal.}

Contented with the trouncing dispensed, Thor ceases his assault on Ky, using the hammer to bring his momentum to a halt. Boots digging into the dirt, a flick of wrist sees him catch the mallet by the handle, trying his best to shake off the rust he’d developed from not fighting with the weapon for so long a time. He’d had centuries of practice, but it took a mere few months to see his proficiency with hammers dull.

With the other confined to the ground, inviting a challenge, what’s shown of Thor’s bearded face is an impassive mask, unreadable. He could fight Ky, indicate to him what it meant to meddle with a god and the consequences it entailed– but still he grapples with the notion, weighing both sides. It’d certainly feel good to put Ky in his place, but at the same time he’d be playing right into his hands by doing what was expected of him.

Thus, Thor takes a third option, where he favours some easily forgotten shred of moral high ground, selectively rolled out when it suited him. “Whether you shed your human guise or not will not matter. Any such contest will be over within seconds of starting, the victor easily decided– and it will not be YOU.” Regaining confidence in his abilities was still a work in process, but he had made enough strides to at least operate at the level of giving warnings; even if all that had changed was that he held a new fancy hammer in hand, and had his battered pride patched up and healed.

“I will strike you dead where you stand, Ky’lar. Consider this your only warning.”

_{“Doubtful.” Ky thought in this instance, he could defeat the other – it would just take a slight amount of planning. More importantly, it was the thrill of the fight that he was going for; to know that he could take on someone and not be worried about it ending in three seconds flat.}

_{Maybe he should have had higher aspirations, but quite frankly, he didn’t see why they were needed. If it kept him from lashing out, why not take on a God? It wasn’t like he had anything better to do and maybe he’d get some sort of recognition from his family. Maybe then he’d finally be accepted. Maybe then…. he’d finally not be terrified of going back to his grandfather’s realm anymore.}

_{“Many have tried and many have failed, Thor. The one who will come out victorious will be me. It always will be and want to know why? I won’t hold back or stop just because of morality… i will win because I need to. Because it’s the only thing I can do.” A pause. “Failure is not and is never an option…. least of all when you’re involved.”}

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_{No, he most certainly wasn’t – a fact that filled Thor with a mixture of annoyance and apprehension. Kratos’ godslaying potential could not be underestimated, nor could he suffer the thought of letting him live. The gods had their weaknesses, just as mortals were prone to die before long, and whilst it meant that he had to include himself in such a group, it was all for the sake of finding the means to bring about the spartan’s downfall.}

_{“Good, for he’ll soon taste the full extent of my wrath.” Brought about with lightning, fury and tempests aplenty, he wished only the worst for the god of war. “But let us not stand here and waste any further time on meaningless conversation. I desire the pale one’s head as penance for the blood of mine that was shed by this bastard’s hands.” But before he could do so, he’d need to gather allies. Worshippers were preferred – he could at least exploit their faith in him – but should this stranger proved to be the curious sort, he’d not say a word against letting him join his dark plight.}

_{“What say you, worm of this rotten land? Are you to stand by my side, when I bring mine hammer crashing down against this Spartan’s skull? Or do you mean to object?”}

_{“I don’t object, but I would like to issue a warning – fighting the Ghost is not going to be easy. He’s taken down a fair share of gods and other beings alike.” it wasn’t an objection – like he said, it was a warning. Ky might not have placed bets on Kratos or even Thor for that matter, but that didn’t mean he wasn’t going to help.}

_{“If you fail, you’ll join the dead, but if you succeed… you’ll be more than simply a hero.” He was about to say a few more things, but it wasn’t the time nor the place for it – least of all when the odds of Thor killing the other were very low. Even if there was an army behind the God… it was still very very low.}

_{“Either way, someone will have to stop him eventually…lest he’ll start coming for my kind and with-out gods… all of reality will crumble.”}