⌲ IF I AM ABLE TO BEST THE BEGINNING OF YOUR BLOODLINE ⌲ A TINY HALFBREED SUCH AS YOURSELF WOULD BE NO MORE A CHALLENGE THAN A BOOT CHALLENGING AN ANT ⌲ YOU WOULD NOT SURVIVE A DUEL WITH ME KY’LAR ⌲ IF YOU LICK MY BOOTS, I MIGHT YET LET YOU LIVE
[ TEXT→ THOR]: We would have to see. [ TEXT→ THOR]: You might be many things. [ TEXT→ THOR]: Prat among them. [ TEXT→ THOR]: However, I doubt you’d last long in a true fight. [ TEXT→ THOR]: And I don’t lick boots. [ TEXT→ THOR]: Not now. [ TEXT→ THOR]: Not ever.
A DERISIVE SNORT as a bear-like hand clapped along the other’s back, taking another hearty swig of his mead. The fact that the shorter blonde would deign to compare the finest of beverages in all of Asgard to the swill on Midgard was an affront to his senses.
❝ There is no beverage in any realm that matches the mead here! ❞ A wave brought a goblet to the demon as Thor continued,
❝ Just be aware, should you become sick, your kind would be more mocked than they are now. It is only the honor of the entirety of your delegation on the line… ❞
❝ YOU UNDERESTIMATE ME, THOR.❞ Or perhaps it was Ky who underestimated Thor himself. He could handle alcohol like WATER back on earth; it never suited his tastes. The cheep shit or the more expensive brands… they all tasted the same to him. It also was rare that he ever got fully smashed, but that was quite frankly… besides the point. ❝ I’ll drink this goblet and the next three. You’re on. ❞
BEGGING WASN’T ON THE AGENDA. Not now and not ever. To do so meant he showed true weakness; more than just being a half-breed and far more than he’d like to show around Thor. Even as his jaw was gasped, he still was DEFIANT, and it was only amplified by his words following words ❝ MAKE ME THEN, but I don’t – no, I will NEVER beg.❞
TAKING A THREATENING step forward into the lithe half demon’s space, Thor’s lip curled up into a sneer. He hated demons, hated the way the looked, hated their energy, hated the way they smelled. In the opinion of the thunder god, the only good demo was a dead one.
❝ And it would serve you well, cockroach, to remember that I have bested Mephisto. If you truly think yourself my equal, let us duel! ❞
❝ I am your equal. ❞ At least, that was what he told himself. Ky’lar wasn’t fully whole… nor was he actually there most of the time. His mind constantly drifted unless he was centered by someone or something. A reason to why fighting was one of – if not – the best option to keep him not just on edge, but focused.❝ you may have defeated Mephisto, but that means nothing, Thor. Even you should know that one person – even the kin of a demon – is not and does not have the same value as another. ❞
his lips pursed into a fine-line for a few moments, ❝ and we will duel. this i swear.❞
❝ Must you speak to me like i’m a child all the time? ❞
FOR A MOMENT – no more than just a simple moment, he’d FORGOTTEN just how HARSH Thor was. His words and his very BEING was something he wasn’t entirely used to. It was a HARSH reality, but while he spoke the truth, it was one he actually thought about accepting.
IT WAS IN THAT TIME PERIOD that all breath was taken from. If he was human, he’d have possibly be gasping for breath, but he wasn’t. Instead he just stayed still; his chest slowly lifting and falling second by second by the time Thor took that slight taste of that coppery red liquid.
KY’LAR LEANED INTO THOR during that short amount of time; his mind racing with possibilities… even one’s he knew would never come to pass. More so, it was one of the few times he actually thought of himself as more than a simple mistake.
HOWEVER, IT DIDN’T LAST LONG; the moment he was pushed away, everything ENDED. Those feelings faded; replaced with the usual rage and contempt for the entirety of creation. Whatever Ky was in those few moments… it was no more.
THE WORDS STRUCK LIKE A CORD; something to yank him back to reality… even if that was the last thing he wanted. Even so, the words were true, and it just deepened his hatred. Deepened it closer to a point of no return.
❝ NEITHER DO YOU. ❞ his words came out icy as ky rubbed at his lip with the back of his right hand. ❝ so pompous that you’re WORSE THAN A ROYAL PRAT. ❞
❝ A cockroach fighting a larger cockroach is still an insect doing battle with an insect. Both should be crushed underneath my boot. ❞ A cruel taunt, intended to incite the rage of the wretched mongrel that stood before the god.
❝ There is no warrior in the pond scum dimension your ilk crawl out of that can match me. Tell me, mutt, how does it feel to be in the presence of your superior? ❞
❝ Is it now? ❞ His lips pursed into a thin-line. ❝ In my experience, a stronger enemy – no matter where they’re from is still stronger. It doesn’t invalidate that fight – no matter how much of a pompous prat you may be, Asgardian, ❞ he said, as his arms slid behind his back, ❝ So, let me condise this down to way you’ll understand – there are many above me, but the only one I truly believe has any real sway over me is Mephisto. Not you or even my father, but him.❞
❝ This is most amusing! Your puny little half-breed limbs are not strong enough to kick the ass of even an Asgardian babe, let alone the finest warrior in all nine realms. Consider this a mercy that I grant you this one chance to back down, otherwise I shall return you to your father in pieces. ❞
❝ Doubtful, ❞ he said bluntly. ❝ I’ve fought much taller and thicker things than you. ❞ Ky meant to say more – to elaborate more on the subject, but instead, grunted. ❝ Nor do I back down when I know it’s the right thing to do. ❞ A pause. ❝ You might be the finest warrior in all the nine realms, but you forget… I don’t come from any of them. ❞
“HALF-BREED! I know not why the All-Father has invited your kind, but come! Drink!” A large goblet of mead was held in the air as Thor’s words boomed through the feasting hall. “Unless you are too weak for mead… I am sure that we have something in the kitchens for milk drinkers like yourself!”
Ky was about to make the note that he didn’t have a kid. He wasn’t a human and that he wasn’t entirely a demon either. The only problem was he knew waisting air on voicing that fact wouldn’t gain him any favors. Especially when it was clear Thor already had it out for him… in more ways than one. “I’ve drank the hardest alcohol on Earth,” he said bluntly. “I think I can handle a little mead.”
❝ Would you like me to describe one to you or simply hold up a mirror so that you may gaze upon yourself? I find that the latter will be much easier for you to understand. ❞
“Do I need to kick your ass? ‘Cause, that is what we’re heading towards.”
Hellfirebound 