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To say Thor of the Thunders still lived after all that had occurred was questionable. True, he fit the definition of the term, owned a pulse that signified life, even though that had nearly dwindled to nothing when attempting to forge Asgard’s greatest weapon. But whilst he still persisted, his emotions had failed to complete the journey, destroyed in segments by the litany of tragedies he had faced.

Bored hollow by repeated loses, he is rendered skittish in moments where silence reigned, the world, and much of the universe itself turned quieter by the disintegration of foreseen excess in the mad titan’s eyes. As it happened, Thor could be found on his knees, resplendent in a new attire of chainmail and armour, his billowing pooling around him as the last of a stiff breeze died out.

On the ground beside him lies Stormbreaker, untouched. The axe that had meant to kill Thanos and stop the loss of so much life, a tool that failed in its task simply because he had underestimated the warlord. Why did he had to stop at driving his axe into his chest!

Gripped by memories of his failure, Thor stirs at the sound of Ky’s voice. Both eyes (right-side restored thanks to the donation of a prosthetic given to him by a talking rabbit) try to track his movements but give up early, choosing instead to pick a random spot in the distance to focus on.

“I had wondered when you were going to show up.” For the time being, he was incapable of parting with a joke or a warning, his range set to the one setting until the sun had set on this dreadful day. He sounded deflated, all gusto and vengeful wraith drained away by Thanos’ gloating words.He had a chance to stop him dead and miserably failed.

“That’s a rather mild way of putting it. But don’t stop there. Please do continue to demean me whilst I try to come to grips with the knowledge that I let a madman rid the universe of half of its life.”

_{“i was stuck in my grandfather’s realm.” a simple response, but it lacked substance. it didn’t provide the why he was there. nor did it seem to be anything other than words.}

_{in ky’s mind, he should have been here; trying to stop thanos, but even he knew what would have happened. ky would have joined him – not even taking a second thought into the situation. no, he would have fought against everyone just in the sake of murder.
there was no changing who he was. that much was clear. a reason to why he was requested – no ordered to stay where it was safe. where he could watch the destruction of trillions as if they were nothing more than dust. maybe it was to teach him a lesson. maybe it was a cruel joke on him to live through it, but all the same… he was still alive.}

_{“otherwise,” he gestured around him. “who know’s where i would have been.” though, it was quite clear that due to ky’s history it would have been up for debate. he thrived off chaos and feasted off other’s suffering ( in someways just like his father ), but even ky had a line he wouldn’t cross… even though he inched closer to it every day.}

_{“maybe here,” he mused, arms folding across his chest. “maybe like the others.” soon after, an eyebrow lifted. “where’s your brother?” a simple question, but one that had to be asked all the same.
ky had been more focused on trying to escape his ‘home’ rather than keep tabs on thor or even his brother. however, he knew of the events that happened to cause this; knew that thanos had rid the universe of a vast m a j o r i t y of life with a snap of his fingers and that he could do nothing about it.}

_{maybe at one point he could have; maybe even came in at the last moment to help thor, but he didn’t know. hell, he didn’t even know if thor was still alive, and he doubted that loki was either or… anyone else he may have known. no, it wouldn’t entirely shock him if all the avengers were e x t e r m i n a t e d either.}

_{“among other things, he might be able to help fix this… or did you leave him on some rock after he possibly tried to kill you again?” he was so glad he didn’t have brothers or sisters. that would have been hell – well, worse than usual at least. “either way,” he continued on. “we need to track thanos down and end him.”}

_{// @fryordie}

_{choosing to stay in his grandfather’s realm for the duration of this was possibly for the best. he sat watching the entire fight go down; not even bothering to lift a finger to help. in-fact, he had been instructed to just watch ( some sort of lesson he assumed ), and it was destruction on a scale not even he was capable of.
of course, he knew about what could happen, but the scale was…. surprising. even to him. it was to that very reason he understood ( if only slightly ) why he was told ( more so ordered ) to stay there instead of on earth.
however, he couldn’t deny that overwhelming urge to see if anyone was still alive – he knew there had to be a few survivors, but as to how many? not even he knew, but… all the same… there was a chance ( even if slim ) thor was alive.
yes, they had their differences, but he would rather spend time trying to find out if he was alive than spend another day in meph’s realm. at least then maybe he could figure out a way to do some good for once…or you know make things worse. it just depended on the situation he found himself in down there.}

_{still, he knew that things could get violent fast, and that a choice had to be made when or even if he found anyone. he just didn’t know what the choice would be. especially now – when it seemed like time for everyone ( human or otherwise ) was running out.
“for the record,” he said, hands sliding into his back pockets, “you look like shit – worse than i thought.”}

“Pick a god and pray.”

_{“that’s a little r e d u n d a n t isn’t it? ” why would ky need to pray to anyone? he never believed in an all powerful god – why should he pray to one? especially when a god ( even if they disliked each other ) was right before him.}

_{so, he put his hands together; mocking the usual hands to a prayer. it was all for show ( of course ), but even ky couldn’t deny the twisted grin that spread across his lips.
“oh, thor, god of thunder, i pray for you to… die
a horrible and gruesome death at my hands.”}

_{fryordie replied to your post “fryordie replied to your post “would combining hellfire with…”}

_{“As it happens, I do. He is a large individual, with purple skin. And a very distinctive chin.”}

_{“….that strangely reminds me of someone,” he said bluntly. “ still, we can try, but if this fails? it’s your fault. completely.”}

_{fryordie replied to your post “would combining hellfire with lightning be considered a poor idea?”}

_{“Yes.” A smile, then. “Yes I do.”}

_{“well, i’ve never could say no to a bad idea – you have a target in mind?”}

would combining hellfire with lightning be considered a poor idea?

_{“depends on who you ask.” a pause. “do ya wanna try it?”}

_fryordie:

From the first tentative moments in which he had shown his worthiness by picking up Mjolnir and claiming his title as Lord of Thunder, the Odinson saw in the mystic mallet a contrivance, a tool as fine as any labourer’s was that would in turn grant him the power of flight, allow him to chase the tails of comets at his leisure. And of course hear thunder’s roar, let it crash and roll and bellow in all of its unbridled fury as he felt its manifested might, lightnining tens of thousands of amps in strength left to flow through his veins as though he was its conduit.

A medium through which its power could be directed.

With his thoughts glued to the past, on what was and would come to be should he still retain any sway over his own destiny, he desperately sought to have this same power be at his disposal once again. Command the skies to grow thick with clouds, ladened with rain and raw might. He’d one day listen to the noise of the storm, regardless of what path would need to be taken to achieve this end.

A clenched fist strikes at Ky’s arms, knuckles digging against the brittle defence that blocked his attack. Deciding against backing off, create distance to try for a new attack, the fallen god piles on the pressure, burrowing his fist into those raised forearms as he pushed down with bone snapping force. Teeth are bared in a fashion that compliments the wildness he has need to show, letting slip further his mind and rational in the process.

If this mere pup had gained Mjolnir’s seal of approval, why couldn’t he? What meaning did worthiness carry if it could be extended to the spawn of devils? He couldn’t fathom the reasons for being true and so in his struggle to understand, find did he a more Enticing alternative than believing Ky’s worthiness; he chose not to care.

With no conscious to speak of, the Odinson sees no reason to hold back, and starts to pummel Ky with the same fist from earlier, establishing a rhythm defined by pain. Perched exactly where he wanted to be, the source of his anger pinned beneath his weight, the blond deals punch after punch, yelling nonsense all throughout his brutal beatdown. Perhaps that way Ky’s laughter would finally stop.

_{he never could decide. demon or human. worthy or unworthy. he was something stuck in the middle. right now, he was something in-between demon and human… plus he was worthy. hell, he would have gave anything to be worthy all the time, but it wasn’t who he was.}

_{no, ky’lar richardson still hadn’t figured out what he was. even while being on the precipice of a change that could define him… he was terrified of what he would lose.}

_{he didn’t want the hammer, he didn’t want to be just like his father, and yet… he wouldn’t trade what he was in for something better. he could, but even as he laughed he couldn’t decide on the choice of action he wished to take.}

_{worthy or unworthy should have been more on his mind than his demonic powers. they had become… dulled since lifting the hammer – something that he enjoyed. the rage was gone, he didn’t need it, and so was that itch under his skin.}

_{ky was actually enjoying himself; he didn’t have to worry about killing. he didn’t have to worry about losing his temper. it was under control. he was worthy… he had saved himself from his fate.}

_{yet, as the punches came, the reality started to darken; he couldn’t last forever like this. a split decision was made and he hoped to whatever was out there… that he had made the right choice.}

_{his eyes closed as moved to kick the unworthy god off of him as he used his right hand to call the hammer towards him. it was a split second reaction, one that he hoped was ultimately the right decision as his own laughter came to a stop. no words – he didn’t need to say anything. no, if thor wanted the hammer back so badly… ky would give it to him, but only after he beat the crap out of the unworthy god. only after… ky’lar proved a point.}

He had no intentions of committing error, waste time on the emaciated hope that Ky could be something better than what he revealed himself to be today. Deeming that many a false step had been taken in what was with the benefit of perspective a bungled, heavy handed approach to his management of the problems posed by the half-breed, Thor’s patience had reached a fatal tipping point. After which the next point called for action to be taken.

“I do not have to, for I can but see one way in which this will end.” Raising his arms, each hand was shown to wield a sword, each as long as his arms as weapons were called for in the wake of the breakdown of words. At the ultimatum aired, the blond doesn’t shrink away but rather steps closer. willing to stand against the male and his loosening of self-control.

“You’ve killed far too many innocents, Ky’lar. I cannot allow you to continue your slaughter.”

_{the loss of self control wasn’t something new. it happened when the half-breed attempted to explore his limits. he got far enough where he could truly feel the power – the pure energy he could control and that was when everything went south.}

_{ky’lar didn’t know how to cure that itch under his skin. he didn’t know how to draw everything back and he didn’t know how to stop himself. sometimes, he could simply exhaust his abilities to the point where he feel to his knees. though, other times… he wasn’t that lucky.}

_{this just happened to be one of the few times where control was just out of his reach. changing into his more demonic form could help, but he wasn’t about to lose what little control he had left. he wanted to maintain himself… maybe that way he could keep himself together and maybe one day own what he was… though he doubted it at this rate.}

_{“it will end the way it always ends, thor.” that much was for certain in his mind as he took a step forward. “i can’t control it and i can’t let go. i won’t.” ky just didn’t want to accept the fact he was more monster than man.}

_{there was a reason for everything he did these days; proving he was worth more than he was before was a hard road. even more so when he had to learn restraint the had way – he lost it at times, but the rewards were exactly what he wanted.
no, they were far more than that. to be considered more worthy than a god – to be able to lift a hammer that few had ever held. it was oddly fitting in it’s own way, but even ky knew it wouldn’t last.
a hammer was only a tool; it could be used to build or destroy. if he was being honest with himself, he was using it to build himself up, and obtain confidence in his abilities ( as well as himself ). still, the moment he got his point across… he would most certainly give it back to it’s rightful owner. the one who truly deserved to have the hammer; not some half-breed with anger management issues such as himself.}

_{“am i now?” a smirk spread across his lips shortly his shirt was grabbed. thor didn’t scare him; not like this. in his mind, he wasn’t just worthy; he was changed. the hammer was a tool, yes, but it was also a symbol. one that would show his worth.
his worth that would be tested in this moment; fighting the hammer’s former owner. it would be a test of his restraint and his true worthiness. if he wanted to keep the hammer, he had to do this not just carefully, but skill fully as well,}

being thrown to the ground simply made him laugh; even more so since there was no doubt in his mind what could come next. he would be shown just how far the other had fallen. oh, it was rich – to see the god fall so far and yet… he didn’t have time to process it properly. not as he moved both of his arms up to protect his face.
not that it would do much – especially since he didn’t have enough time to properly go through the action. no, ky would have to suffer through the beating until he found either the courage to call forth the hammer or tap into his more demonic abilities and change forms.

_{either way, it wasn’t going to be an easy decision, and it was due to the fact he had to chose what he truly wanted. it wasn’t just about being beaten ( possibly to death ), by thor. It was whether or not he wanted to tap into his demonic side or call upon the hammer.
and as he was beaten by the unworthy god he wasn’t sure what he wanted… not yet.
he wasn’t sure if he wanted to shed the title of being the son of blackheart or not.
he wasn’t sure what he should do.}

_{// @fryordie xxx}

“He can’t hear you, silly. Now sit tight. I shall return in a week or two.”

_{“you could at least give me something to do! or do i have to pull this off myself!”}