He felt unsure as to whether he should feel grateful for that remark. True, he had let his desire to fight fill his days when he had little to lose and hardly any goals to work towards bar his lone, and still unfulfilled wish.Had he stayed the same way he didn’t think many would be as receptive to the reclamation of his mantle and titles. Sure, he knew he’d disappoint those that preferred the old him but, like time itself, nothing stayed the same forever.

“You aren’t wrong, but I must still insist that you abandon this scheme of yours.” If it even was such to begin with. All he saw was a transformed demon itching for a fight he couldn’t accept; that he couldn’t enjoy now that the gap had once again broadened between them. Thor had ascended into the upper echelons of godhood from whence he had been previously expelled. And with that came a vastly different thunderer to the one demon Ky had formally been acquainted with.

“I have work that I need to attend to, so farewell, Ky’lar.”

_{His clawed hands twitched for a few moments as he moved forward. What he wanted was a fight – a real battle that he could prove himself. It was the usual when Thor was unworthy, but back then it was for spite.
He hated the God.
More importantly, he hated everything they stood for; unworthy or otherwise. Thor may have been worth-while, but the demon hated as well as respected them.
“Don’t care,” Ky said bluntly. “They can wait.” Rather, he thought they could. He was still getting used to this… worthy Thor. Still getting used to seeing him like this – it just felt wrong.}_{Very wrong.
“I can’t.”}

_{Unwilling or otherwise… Ky enjoyed having an audience. He could have taken some humans, but why waste such a good opportunity? No, he’d make sure to take the unworthy one.}

_{The same one he wanted to rip apart. True, Thor was amusing at worst and talented at best, but if anyone was going to end the Thunderer? Well, it would be himself – even if fate managed to say otherwise.}

_{“Don’t you know?” he asked, grin spreading across his lips. “See, I thought we could talk.”No, Ky wanted to boast – even if he wouldn’t admit it. “You’re not going to be worthy anytime soon – neither will i.” his hands slipped in his pockets. “However, i was thinking we could make a little… deal of sorts.” A lie, it wasn’t a deal – it was more of attempting to force the unworthy one to agree. “You help me with my problem and i’m sure i’ll find a way to help you with… your own.”}

_{// @fryordie xxx}

_{@fryordie xxx}

He felt a visceral hatred growing in his gut and knew himself well enough to recognise it for what it was: fear. The brand of alarm that sees steady hands quake, that softens the hardest of resolves with its panic-inducing effects. Thor was jittery, and knew not why such was the case– he only knew that he needed to act, and soon at that. Be it by taking part in a bout of training or using Stormbreaker’s Bifrost properties to teleport himself to a far region of space.

Someplace where, with luck, an aggrieved lightningslinger may muster the full wrath of his element without consequence.

“You know not of that which you claim to speak of, demon.” A rebuttal that could be condensed into far fewer terms; drop the subject. Caught in an uncharacteristically negative mood, the god’s jaws were parted enough to afford him a near constant scowl, ill at ease until he has the opportunity to give vent to the apprehension that has claimed him so strongly. “And on the very same matter, I wish to hear no more of it.” Least they repeat what he’d heard a thousand times since the battle for Wakanda took place; he bungled a prime opportunity, and in his failure, allowed for trillions throughout the known universe to be erased from existence.

_{Ky knew fully well what Thor meant. Everything had gone downhill since Thanos and now? Whoever was left ended up picking up the peaces. Ky should have just turned tail and gone home – maybe then he could go back to some sense of reasonability. He may have hated his family, but at least they were… predictable.}

_{“Then let’s go somewhere.” Ky knew that he’d have to elaborate to the extent of what exactly he meant, but he wasn’t going to. It would call become clear soon enough. “Somewhere far away from here,” he said, taking a step closer. “It will do us both some good.” Or, in other words, it would get both them away from everyone. True, it might not have been much, but maybe training, fighting, or just being away from earth would do the both of them better than just sticking around here.}

_{“Unless… you’d rather stick ‘round here forever.”}

_{Their role reversal was almost complete. The once God was now not just unworthy, but falling deeper into that mindset. On the other hand, Ky was changed; not just worthy, but actually attempting to be better than he’d ever been.}

_{Deep down, he knew that this moment would come; where he’d have to chose between being worthy and falling back into old habits. Truth be told, he had thought with Mjolinr, he’d be able to resist that call – to resist the darkness that always was there. The only problem was now… he just had far more to lose.}

_{Thor, for as much as he hated him… could respect him; Worthy, Unworthy, or even Otherwise. The former God of Thunder was not just an amusing opponent, but also, a worth-while one. A reason to why their fights went on like clockwork.}

_{However, now Ky was actually being honest. As much as he didn’t want him to do this – there was nothing Ky could personally do. He’d have to rise above this self-imposed ideal’s of trying to save him and let him make his own foolish decisions, but was it right? To not at least attempt to help – maybe, maybe not, but the truth of the matter was that being decent was all so… new to him.}

_{A reason to why he took a few steps forward and let a deep breath escape his lips; he even put down the hammer as he raised his hands up. For now, he was trying to reason with Thor, but even then… he couldn’t stop this. Ironic… since Ky could have been in that same position if things were drastically altered.
“I can’t stand by as you do something foolish, Thor. You know that.”}

_{// @fryordie xxx}

_{The act of making a decision such as this was… different. Not in a bad way, but rather, it was a challenge to actually accept that fact that he was actually being given a choice. For the last few years, whatever choices he had were based upon what he’d done, and who he was ( at leas tin his mind ).}

_{So, he stayed away from anything that could even make him content. Doing so… was easier than facing the moment when everything would ultimately go down hill. It was the moment that someone of his family either showed up or he, himself, managed to ruin whatever decency he actually had at the time.}

_{“I want a fight,” he said, flipping through some of the pamphlets, and glancing over them. “A real fight…no holds bared, no holding back, and no stopping it. Not until i’m done or have been beaten.” He knew he wouldn’t get it – knew that Thor wouldn’t go for it, but… Ky wanted it. No, he didn’t exactly want a fight, but he desired one. Not just due to the fact it would let him cure that itch of his… no, there was more to it. He wanted to prove ( to everyone ) he could handle himself.}

_{Ky then stopped glancing at the pamphlets as he grabbed one; a cruse ship to Alaska. There were two reasons this… for one, the area was going to be cold – or he hoped was cold. He always enjoyed sub zero temperatures and for two? Well, if Thor wanted to take him someplace… he wanted it to be the furthest away from any civilization. It didn’t matter if it was on Earth or otherwise… if Thor wanted to take him somewhere? Ky wanted to make sure that they’d be far away from everyone who’d try to cut it short.}

_{“Someplace cold,” he said, tapping on the pamphlet for a few moments. “Very cold.” He wasn’t going to get into the details, but he’d hoped he wouldn’t have to in all reality. At least for the moment.}

_{// @fryordie xxx}

Upon hearing the silence of the harbour being broken by a familiar voice, the called-for blond pulls himself onto his feet, rising faster than if he had been summoned by a stranger. He unfortunately knew well who it was that shouted a threat at his seafaring abode– and it was because of knowing that he wastes no time in stepping out onto the boat’s deck.

Leaning a hand on the frame of the entrance door’s hatch, Thor was forced to squint in the glare of the sun in order to see Ky standing further along the boardwalk. This hadn’t been the first time that he was paid a visit by Blackheart’s son, though in light of his threat to sink his new home, he wondered what he had done to earn Ky’lar’s anger this time.

“I am here. What do you want from me now, boy?”

_{“You’re going to help me.” He could have just talked – could have just done many things, but Ky wasn’t going to show his entire hand. Not to himself, not to Thor, and most certainly not to anyone. No, he was going to issue his demands, and then sort everything out later.}

_{The last thing he needed right now was being dragged back – kicking and screaming mind you – home. A reason to why he was taking a very large risk into coming here – a threat to maybe get things started, but one that he’d go through with… if things didn’t go his way. “Or,” he said, sucking in a deep breath as he took a step forward, “This place will be underwater in no time.”}

_fryordie:

Such nerve was reprehensible– worth a thunderous response had he been in the mood to summon forth a storm. Unluckily for Ky’lar, Thor wasn’t going to allow such petty talk cause his hands to take action, not like before. Time had passed and in its elapse came the weathering effects of change. It shaped each of them into something different, unrecognisable from before. And while the blond could acknowledge this, it appeared as though the demon was reluctant to accept it.
So he would simply have to demonstrate that all was not like it had been in the recent past

“Nay, I do not have to accept what is clearly untrue. Your words, like always, are rife with falsehoods. Though I do find myself…impressed by your stubbornness. It is seldom that I am pursued by one who means to best me at every opportunity to do so.”

_{“You’re a worth-while opponent.” Through all the lies he’d told over the years – that was the most truthful admission. Or, at least, as truthful as he could possibly get. Ky’lar thrived off their fights and the destruction that usually followed suit. When Thor was unworthy, it made things so much easier to get him riled up. So much more… amusing to see someone who was once a God like the state they were in.}

_{Now, things were somewhat back to a new state of normal – something that the Son of Blackheart despised with every fiber of his being. He wanted a challenge – one that he couldn’t get elsewhere. Well, he could, but heading back home wasn’t something he wanted to do – not now and not ever. Not if he had a chance to do so. “One, not found very often on this side of things.”}

He thought he’d conveyed his point clearly, but it didn’t appear to be enough. If words weren’t going to make his stance clear then he would embrace the next best option; by bravely turning his back on Ky, knowing that he was leaving himself wide open to attack but banking on the notion that the demon would know better than to act without clear thought, first. He struck Thor as impulsive, yes, but he also believed him to be the type that chose his battles carefully; a skill still in need of some refinement.

“Your chances of claiming victory this day did not factor into my decision making. I made a choice and wish to stand by it. So once more I say again; I will not fight you, Ky’lar. Not now or at any other time succeeding this moment. You must accept this knowledge and learn to move on.”

_{knowing and accepting the truth or, rather, knowledge, ultimately ended up being two different things. ky knew better than to out-right attack thor, but only due to the fact he had some respect for the god. it wasn’t much, but he trusted him – even he’d never truly admit it. “why?” a simple, but loaded question in all reality. ky might have been many things, but he still was young, and at times curious.}

_{maybe, if he paid any attention to his training… he would have known the answer to that. maybe he wouldn’t have even brought the subject up, but there he was… still itching for a fight – even if he knew he wouldn’t get one from thor. “– why not?” he asked again, but this time he wanted a bit more into the reasoning – even if he wouldn’t get an answer… he’d get his fight. one way or another. it didn’t matter who it was.}

tries to grab ky’s tail

_{oh, he wasn’t happy – not one bit about this. of all the people who decided today was the greatest day to grab his tail… it just had to be thor. sure, ky was being obnoxious – poking thor with it repeatedly, but to grab it? it was just pain out right rude!
“let it go,” he said, almost to the point of snarling, “or i bite your hand off.”}

_fryordie:

Whilst he would strongly deny that he wished such to be the case, the lie he tried to sell was hampered by his desperate actions, fingers turned crimson tipped as he scratched and shredded his own flesh in trying to move what remained unmovable when it desired to be a hindrance. “Curb your tongue, vile one! You know not what you speak of!” More desperate mewling tears from the blond’s quivering jaws, fear transmuting into recovered rage as more time passes without further incident witnessed.

Spiralling, the Odinson paid little heed to Ky’s outpouring of honesty, the reversal of roles near enough complete. Mjolnir was gone from his grip, doomed never to return before its destruction whilst, a demon through and through, an enemy he had come to blow with more times than he had fingers to count with was appointed as his immediate successor. None it made sense; not the mallet’s change of heart nor the reason why it would go to Ky of all candidates other than a matter of proximity.

Thumping the side of the hammer with the heel of a hammer in sheer frustration, such venting had the luck of coinciding with Ky’s recollection of the hammer, at which it was sent flying away, allowing the former Thor to roll onto his side, inhaling deep, hurried breathes. Relieved to be freed, he wastes little time in clambering awkwardly onto his feet, icy-cold hues glaring the other’s way as he stands unsteadily. Unable to accept that he no match against the empowered demon so long as that blasted mallet deemed him worthy.

“Clearly that wish has been granted! And look at how you’ve chosen to spend it!” Tone dripping with cynicism, the Odinson slowly stumbles toward’s Ky’s position, one foot dragging behind the other in a display that showed the blond was one of the walking wounded; too stubborn to read the writing on the wall. “You’ve squandered every chance ever put before you, Ky’lar Richardson. This latest…insult…is but a temporary arrangement. You’ll fall and fail again just as you’ve always done, due to your inability to control your own nature.”

_{Ky knew his words would sting in some form or another. The truth of the matter was that no matter what he said… he wouldn’t get through to the former God. It was a change of roles; the demon acting more like the once God and the former God acting more like the demon.}

_{Still, it didn’t stop a grin forming across his lips as the hammer was back firmly in his gasp. It was a testament to what he was now – not Demon, not Human, and not even a God. He didn’t even know what he was these days, but the boost of self-confidence the weapon gave him was enough to push him in the right direction.}

_{Ky’lar felt like he could not just climb mountains, but move them as well. He could bring his family to their knee’s and take what was rightfully his. It would have been so easy to do so, but he didn’t want that position. Nor did he want to fall back into old habits.}

_{Instead, he focused on doing what could to keep himself at peace with himself. He focused on keeping himself centered and moving in a better direction. That way, maybe if he ever lost this hammer – this tool and weapon? Maybe he wouldn’t revert back to the very way’s he saw Thor in now. Though, Ky… he was worse and he knew it.}

_{There was no comment in return for the quip about how he chose to spend his newfound power. Nor, did he think that it would be beneficial to respond to any other insults. After-all, why should someone who was worthy listen to one so unworthy?}

_{A bit of self-ego was coming into play and was only tripled by the unworthy one’s next words. That name – everything was was drowned out as he heard that name that haunted him day and night. That same name the proved that he would always be less than he was now. He’d always be chained to it- like a feral dog on a leash.}

_{Ky wasn’t a dog – not anymore. One day, he’d break those chains; break that name and forge a new one. Something that would just be him – not that stupid idiotic human name. The very name that served to prove just what he was and could never be.}

_{A reason to why a low growl escaped his lips as his eyes narrowed. Thor was wounded; it would serve no purpose to simply fight him like this, but this wasn’t a fight. It was a simply going to be a warning; one that would hopefully serve a true purpose.}

_{“don’t,” he sucked in a deep breath as he let the hammer almost fall from his grasp, but the grip was kept on it, “use,” he pulled his hand back, “that,” he then threw it right at the former God’s chest, “name!”
it wasn’t meant to hurt the former God badly, but instead, it was meant to keep the other on the ground. That way, Ky could give a verbal battering with-out any true risk to himself.}