“You know if anyone arrived here from The Mouth in the last week? I just want to ask if they’ve seen my brother. I could do with some news.”
“i thought you gods knew everything – you know, meant to be more knowing, and enlightened than the rest of all existence.” maybe he was grasping a but on that last part, but all the same… he doubted it truly mattered. “then again? last i heard some spartan was on a rampage again.”
Short or not, the fact that it had happened had been more than enough for the maddened aesir, removed from his godly status by the whisper of a mortal. And now their kin, the creatures that rose above all others to become the dominant form of life on this wretched rock, had created another mortal with demon blood in his veins. And the unspoken permission to wield a powerful weapon like mjolnir.
Hands bound to the hammer, Odinson’s first instinct was to pry it free from his hold, snapping fingers like twigs as need be. But, as the weapon’s magicks began to restore its wielder, the blond found he was unable to slacken his grip, turning instead to another idea; pummelling Ky’s face.
Moving into position, he was poised to rain down a series of strikes when the mallet struck him in the chest, a gentle strike that, like before, sends him flying towards the nearest wall, the structure crumbling around him from impact. Downed for what felt like five minutes, but was only a fifth of the time, the bits of rubble fly out in all directions as the Odinson stands on shaky feet, swaying noticeably. The faint outline of mjolnir had marked his chest where it had struck.
“Ky’lar! You insufferable cur! Return thine hammer back to me at ONCE.”
“you want the hammer?” a question he knew the absolute answer to. thor was unworthy, it didn’t want him, but he wanted the object back. a weapon to build or destroy. funny, ky always thought he’d be the one on the receiving end of it. stuck under it’s weight and unable to move.
those days were long passed – he’d learned and he wouldn’t go back to how he was. no, not while he had it in his grasp, but even ky knew the hammer was just a tool. he didn’t need – not really, but it helped.
so, if thor wanted the hammer back? he’d give it to him. just… not in the way he thought as he made his way towards the other. true, this was a risky play, but it was worth it. it had to be in all reality.
“then have it!” shortly after his words, he threw mjolnir right at the other’s chest. it was a way to keep the other down and also show just who was more worthy of it. at least for the moment.
Ky’s excuse is met with a weary sigh, brows sinks above his eyes until they furrowed in irritation, a wave of fresh annoyance washing over his face. If the reason for why Ky wasn’t there could be attributed to Mephisto’s instruction, Thor thought to censure the devil about it at a later time, show him a sample of the maddening rage that consumed him in his grief. Berating him for not letting his grandchild experience a war which put reality itself in the crosshairs.
Had he been placid before, Thor abandoned such ways in favour of reprisal. Visualising ways with which he could next attack Thanos whilst keeping him alive, the thunderer’s gaze snapped to Ky when he mentioned his brother. Had he said anything extra after ‘kill you again’, he didn’t hear it. For talking ill of his deceased brother had brought the god to his feet, a menacing gleam in his eyes as bruised hands clamped around the half-breed’s throat.
“Speak poorly of Loki again and I won’t hesitate to rip your head off.” Jaws locked together, Thor’s voice was calm, but laced with a dangerous undertone. Changed by his misfortunes, he resembled a powder-keg; fit to explode should the wrong words be said aloud. “You know nothing of his final moments. Of the courage he showed when staring at the face of his own death.”
Pressure increasing around Ky’s neck, Thor’s hold eventually slackened, his mind realising what he was about to do. Appalled, he releases the man, stumbling backwards whilst staring at his own hands. He almost didn’t recognise them.
“That will not be an easy task. With all of the infinity stones in his possession, he could have gone anywhere.”
it was a reaction he didn’t expect. not truly at least. all ky knew about the situation was that it was dire and that nothing could change it for the moment. not unless they found thanos, bargained with him, and brought people back. truth be told, he didn’t care about the universe, but bringing back everyone on earth? yes, he would enjoy doing that – become a hero…. even if such a thing was beneath him in all regards.
still, ky would have took death to be a blessing; if he could die that easily. if only… maybe he wouldn’t have been around that long, but all the same, a smirk spread across his lips as his throat was squeezed. something had happened. that much was clear – even as the grin formed, he knew that much. if he had the ability to laugh, he would have, and maybe even changed into his true form just out of spite.
however, he knew this wasn’t the time… nor place for this. not now, not when all he wanted to do was figure out how to reverse this. well, attempt to reverse a good portion of the damage at least.
a reason to why the moment he was let go, he lifted an eyebrow, and rubbed at his neck. he wanted to ask more about what had happened, but just by mentioning his brothers name… he knew that it wasn’t going to be an easy task. nor a clean one at the very least.
“i didn’t mean any disrespect.” a lie, he fully did, but ky also knew what loki was capable of. though, he decided to drop the subject for the time being. “it’s just that what i know of the situation is limited.” he might have watched things from his grandfathers realm, but he didn’t know everything. not really.
“i’m,” a deep breath escaped his lips, “i hate to say it, but i’m on your side… for this.” rather, ky was willing to put aside his violence towards the god of thunder. at least for the time being.
“i’m doing the best i can.” well, given the limited resources at his disposal… he thought he was. then again, he had gotten everything he ever wanted, and that even included the deaths of hundreds. though, in reality, he was just out of control, and still a child – even if he would never admit it. “unfortunately, not everyone is perfect, or has a perfect little bubble like family!”
In trying to avoid the issue he didn’t want to be repeated, Ky lunges for the jugular. People had disintegrated when the universe convulsed, when a tyrant got his wish for less mouth breathers, crowding all known existence. Deaths that had no right to happen, had he delivered a killing stroke.
“I KNOW that!” Thor effectively leaps from his seat when accused, a terrible feeling of anger rising in his chest. It wasn’t meant for Thanos, nor the demonic male passing judgement. When it came time to scrutinise his actions, the bereaved king was his own worst critic. “Norns, I do…know that.”
Having risen from the chair in a fury, his rage fizzled and died as quickly as it materialised. Zapped of the will to fight, Thor buries his face in his hands, a yell of frustration tearing past his teeth as he sat back down. A child’s toy with its batteries wasted.
Finding it difficult to keep it together, especially in front of someone like Ky’lar, Thor lets an arm rest on the side of his chair, smoothing the palm of his other limb over his face before stopping at his jawline. The arm that was laid flat begins to tap a gentle rhythm with two fingers as Thor lets his gaze wander around the room, not speaking again for a long time.
Eventually, he’d say; “Why didn’t I finish the job.”
his words had been harsh for the very reason of getting thor to understand. no, he wasn’t doing this for spite, but rather to inform the other of the truth of the matter. when other’s found out, they would blame him – just as they would blame ky for his involvement as well.
ky was guiltly, just as much as his father, and grandfather for this. even more so due to the bloody deal that was struck. still, he respected it – even if deep down ky knew it would come back to haunt him eventually.
“you should have aimed for the head.” a comment he thought was spoken before. even so, ky doubted that it would help matters much, but it was something that had to be said. at least for the time being. “maybe then we wouldn’t have been in this mess.” and ky wouldn’t have been stuck for what felt like centuries in his grandfather’s realm. or maybe he still would have.
not that it mattered much now. he couldn’t change the deals that were struck and the blood ( or rather ash ) that was on his hands. it was too much… even for him to deal with. “so,” a grin slowly spread across his lips as his form started to shift – at least slightly. his eyes turned bright red as he took a step closer. “we’re going to finish the job or everyone left alive will personally know you failed to stop thanos.”
And what an end it was fated to be, filled with carnage and chaos and wasted life. No amount of nurturing could overwrite primal natures; the male was born savage, and it was a waste to try and think that he could be made tame with work and dedication.
Right arm rising to guard his chest, the blond turned sideways, leaning forward on his right foot, left side less guarded, ready to meet violence with violence. “If you truly believe that to be the case then you have already lost this fight.” He had tried to help and found his attempts unsatisfying. Ky wasn’t going to listen, conquer the doubts that clouded his mind. So he needed to switch up his plans to help him.
“You dread that which thrives within you, yet all that I see standing before me is a child. If you are so consumed with terror for the lack of control that your other form brings, set this beast before me so that I can help you conquer your fears.”
he may have lost the fight – maybe even the war with-in himself, but he wasn’t going to think on that. not when he could already tell that this coming transformation could possibly be his last. not that it mattered in reality, ky could spend most of his time in his grandfather’s realm if needed.
the fact of the matter was that his transformations usually took a toll. not physically of course, but mentally. he was stronger in it, but also weaker. he couldn’t focus… it was just a blind rage. a rage of a child.
thor was right though, ky was a child; he may have been an adult to humans, but to many of the realms he was still a child. one that got what he wanted… when he wanted and damned the consequences of his actions.
still, this was pure dread; he didn’t want to lose himself, not when he wanted to keep whatever was left of him int-act. though, it was getting to the point that it would happen either way.. especially since he never could say no to a fight.
“you really don’t want that,” he said, after some time. “if i set it lose… end it.”
If quizzed on why he acted in Ky’s best interests, silence would serve as his answer. It was in his nature to protect those who couldn’t defend themselves– and the half-demon did not so much as fall within a few hundred yards of being classed as such a person. It was within his remit to let the male solve this matter by himself, deal with the consequences of taking a life and remove the evidence in all of its unabridged, gory detail. What he did could be seen as rapidly expediting this process, leaving valuable lessons go unlearned.
But where practical experience was lost, a verbal drumming is the prize that assails the man instead. “See that you don’t, son of Blackheart.” Thor’s words, though infused with the worldly patience of someone well adjusted to that reckless infirmity that all inferior beings not of divine spring were susceptible to, bore a jaded score; these moments were increasing in frequency. And each and every time, his tolerance towards Ky’s uncontrollable instincts wore increasingly thin.
“I know that you are capable of handling your own messes, but I insist you hunt prey other than your own kind, should terrible needs grow beyond your control to suppress.” It wouldn’t attract any fans, but Thor could send Ky to other worlds for which his blood-lusting appetites would be better suited. “You need only to ask for my help and I will see to it that trouble like this can be avoided in its entirety.”
“i don’t consider humans my kind.” he wouldn’t even consider his own family his kind. not on most days at least. true, ky may have been part human, but he always leaned towards his much more darker, and violent tendencies.
sometimes he could control himself. though, usually he couldn’t – when that happened the bodies started dropping. especially if that itch under his skin got to the point where he couldn’t ignore it.
still, he had a choice to stop himself; to simply say no to the urges. the only problem was giving in was easier – far easier than simply stopping himself. a reason to why he usually had blood on his hands. especially these days.
“besides, i doubt someone like yourself would help me.” maybe not exactly the truth, but even ky knew not to doubt thor – not entirely at least. “nor will i ask for it.” as much as he may have needed it… ky wouldn’t lower himself into asking a god for help. especially one like thor.
Send ‘I don’t feel so good’ for my muse’s reaction to yours suddenly fading away in front of them. Send ‘What’s happening?!’ For the reverse.
this wasn’t good; his entire body felt like shit and he could feel something going on. though, as for what? he didn’t even know, but the truth of the matter was he didn’t care at first. though, as the pain intensified he knew this wasn’t just something he could pass off as a simple bit of his powers.
no, this was something else. he already could feel it as he gripped his head tightly; his true form just hiding beneath the skin as his eyes turned bright red. usually, this only happened when he changed forms, but the problem was this was something else, and it started to show as he started to fade.
the only thing he had left to do was say a few last words – before he ceased to exist. “fix thi-” and he turned to ash.
In their perpetuating game of seesaw each participant had tasted the blend of power brewed by the opposing side. Just as Ky had sampled a mockery of godhood obtainable through Mjolnir’s enchantments, the Odinson conspired with dark forces to recover his lost worth. Now that his stolen hammer was within reach, the next step he had to take gained clarity in his mind. Ky had to perish, a life sacrificed to the altar of his power. A life the Odinson was willing to claim, if to regain what had been lost.
Rebuffed, the blond absorbs the blow whilst being pushed back, hands and feet jointly plunging into the earth in a bid to decelerate. Jaws prying open to give another roar, the madness afflicted thunderer scrambles to reengage whilst the unmistakable whistle of urn gains volume before coming into view. Drawn to the waiting hand of its current owner, the blasted mallet whips up furious winds by its appearance, strong enough to haul even the Odinson off his feet, but he remains calm.
And manages to worsen by several dozen degrees when he watches as the mallet sees fit to healing Ky’s wounds, empowering him. “NO!” He yells, the unworthy one decrying the notions of the eternal. He needed to stop Ky’s transformation, prevent it from completing, and so dives headlong towards the man to thwart his plans, no ounce of safety paid to his own safey throughout.
it may have been a short bout of godhood, but it was something he’d always wanted deep down. no, it wasn’t power, but it was worth. to know he actually had value – to himself and others. the hammer just was a way of boosting his own self confidence when he usually faded into the darkness of his mind. he didn’t need it. nor did he think the hammer wanted to be in his hands. it just simply was. as in whatever the forces were… it deemed that ky was the one who should wield the hammer. to wield the hammer that thor originally had once upon a time. oh, how far they had fallen, and yet ky didn’t feel anger. he felt pity and could relate to it. the situation thor was in spiraled out of control; to lose one’s worth was to have their life ripped away – especially when it came to the hammer. and yet…he took it upon himself to grip the hilt of the weapon tightly. even as it healed him, he knew there was no escaping the fact that this would end bloody or worse. ky would have to change into his true form and show just who he really was. even so, he moved to slam the hammer towards thor’s chest – he might be able to stop the transformation, but ky didn’t need it. in-fact, all ky needed was some distance between them; to call forth the power of the hammer prove just how worthy he was.
was he? ky didn’t know for sure. the facts stood for themselves, thor could have saved trillions of lives. could have actually prevented so much death, but now? all he could say for himself was he didn’t need to be reminded.
maybe that was what ky needed to do; to remind the entire world that he was the cause for all this. that he could have stopped thanos in his tracks and prevented all this death. an easy solution to an impossible task, but one he could actually do… if the opportunity presented itself.
“do you?” a question that had to be asked – even if he wasn’t sure he’d like to hear the other’s response. “there is a line even i’m not willing to cross, thor.” that was putting it lightly. even ky had inched towards that line, but made sure to never cross it. he was better than his father. far better if he was being honest with himself.
“all of these deaths are on you.” not really, even ky knew it may have happened one way or another, but people needed someone to blame, and who better than the god of thunder? especially with their history. “not thanos,” he said bluntly, “ you.”
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