He has a few hours to kill before May gets home and everything seems pretty quiet on the Spider-man front (for once), so he figures that now’s as good a time as ever to go dumpster diving. Whatever he finds probably isn’t going top that DVD player, but it’s worth a shot. In fact, he’s almost halfway to his favorite spot when he almost walks straight into someone, which has him backing up and apologizing. “Oh jeez, uh— I’m so sorry, dude.” // @hellfirebound ♥’d (for peter)!
If Ky was being absolutely honest with himself, he hadn’t expected anyone to be near here; maybe someone throwing out trash, but they wouldn’t last long. They’d possibly give him a look and then he’d take a long drink of whiskey. Once that was done, they’d move on, or mutter something under his breath. It was a simple task he did when he got in one of his moods – more so when he’d gotten into a fight with family or one of his ex’s.
Today, Ky wasn’t in the mood for anything; not Peter, not a guy down the street, and certainly not someone who climbed on rooftops saving people. A long drink was taken from the bottle of whiskey and then he dropped it on the ground. “For what?” He managed to get out as he rubbed at his chin for a few moments.
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.”
‘ is this the part where I’m supposed to be SCARED? you remind me more of an ADORABLEPUPPY then a rabiddog, ky’lar. although i will give you credit: you do have a KILLER smile. ’ wink.
‘ this is the part were usually people start running or they back away…. slowly. ‘ not that it mattered to him; he knew eddie was different than most, but he’d never admit that out loud. ‘that way, they might live another day – i just don’t feel like striking out tonight. so, you’re safe…even if i am a puppy.’
For Aaron every soul was a flame, a unique signal he could sense within a person. Some were strong, some barely held on. And some burned with such intensity that he could feel them from across a city. He tended to avoid those lights; after all when one is in hiding from dark forces it is unwise to seek out beings of power.
But he couldn’t resist anymore. The draw to seek out this baleful light was too strong. Standing at the landing platform in Avengers Tower, he stepped off the building and let himself be carried by magic into the air. He flew across the city, eyes intent on the source of the strange draw. The air around him heated, subconsciously influenced by his desire to know more. This was power, but beyond that, something different. Something familiar, not unlike himself. Was this another half demon?
He had to know.
Aaron slowed as he approached the source, steam rising off his body from contact with moisture in the air. He calmed himself as he touched down outside a coffee house, though his sudden arrival had seemed to startle a few people on the street. He ignored them. Ignored everything but the beacon of a powerful soul.
Aaron opened the door slowly, walking into the cafe with caution. He couldn’t know if this person had sensed his approach, and if he did Aaron didn’t want to be seen as a threat. He was an Avenger, now. He couldn’t go starting random magical battles in the middle of the city. So he kept his emotions, his magic, under wraps. Of course, this all brought about a new problem. How does one introduce themselves to someone in this particular instance?
“Er… hello,“ he said as he approached Ky’lar, unsure of why he had come here. “Do you… know who I am?“ Dumb way to go, but that was usually how Aaron handled things. Stumble through until you get it right.
What he wanted was a nice cup of coffee and to ‘borrow’ some of their internet. The hotel he was currently staying at had a very shitty – no, nonexistent connection for the last few hours, and he was growing tense.
So, he thought coming here was the best bet; it didn’t just have free wi-fi ( even though he would have paid ) it had people. People, that if pushed in the right direction would more than likely play right into his hands.
Still, he could sense something or someone was near; he didn’t know what ( exactly ), but the hair on the back of his neck stood up at the presence. As unusual as it was, there were few beings who caused it; most of them he knew by their signature of sorts, but this was an unknown.
It made his very skin crawl to the point were the discomfort was neigh unbearable.
“You have approximately sixty seconds before this place turns into a blood bath,” he said, not even glancing up from the computer for the moment. “I would take that time to explain yourself and most importantly… note why i shouldn’t kill everyone in this place as well.”
All that Peter got out of this was that Ky wanted him to break in somewhere and steal something. The man wouldn’t explain what it was he was going to retrieve or even why he wanted it in the first place. His questions were met with vague answers that got him no where and it was starting to wear on Peter. Now that his initial shock of having woken up in a strange place was wearing off, he was starting to take note of the surroundings, including how close Ky was to him.
“Look, if you don’t give me any kind of answers then I not only won’t help you, I’ll find a way to stop you.” Peter has the urge to cross his arms, but he doesn’t want to limit his movements. He knows the man hadn’t removed his web shooters, and the cartridges were still loaded into them.
“Doubtful,” he said bluntly. “Older and no doubt… stronger have tried before.” However, he wasn’t going to say no to it – if Peter decided to fight him, than Ky would give him a show. It might have been a very short one, but all the same, it would have been a way just to prove that the other couldn’t beat him.“If you want answers – true answers, you’re going to have to start asking the proper questions.”
“Otherwise, we could be at this for weeks, and you’d still not be moving from this place. You may need to eat to survive, but I don’t.” Ky’s hands then clasped together for a few moments. “Now, what I truly need is a partner, but you’re too flashy for that – not to mention you’re not exactly my type.” A pause. “More importantly, you ask far too many questions when all I want from you is two words..’yes, sir’.”
Being disconnected from that damn mallet for so long had, to the blond, felt as though a limb was missing– and not the one that he had already lost due to his own arrogance. It maddened him to think that the slightest shirking of faith, claimed by a revelation that saw him view for the first time the gods for what they really were and how they cared not for the trials and tribulations of mortals.
“I will kill you, Ky’lar!” Three wordswere all it took to change the Odinson; and all he needed was five words to lash out at the other with, voice hoarse as the threat ripped from his throat. Shouting was the most he could do, now that everything else had been ripped away; and soon it would be what sees the will to keep fighting take flight from his chest.
Having provoked the other, he is awarded with another reunion with his hammer, which on its second trip collides against the blond’s chest, shattering ribs, before then sending him flying towards a rocky outcrop that collapses ontop of him upon colliding with it. As rocks rained down and piled on top of him, Ky would be met with disappointment, for, whilst not quite dead, the unworthy god had been rendered incapacitated by a combination of fatigue and the number of injuries he sustained.
And so, with nothing else to say on the subject of berating Ky for the fate the Norns had seen fit to weave for him, Odinson remains where he lays, blond hair distinguishable from the rumble by the streaks of divine ichor that sullied its colour. Each his arms, visible up to the elbow, jutted out of the pile at crooked angles, suggesting he’d met the ground face first. A suitable ending for a god who allowed bitterness and envy to fuel his obscene obsession, rather than take the chance to rise above such developments to try and become a better person.
He’d set foot on that road eventually; first, though, he had to reach rock bottom.
“You’re unworthy to even think about my death, Odinson.” Or maybe that was just Ky’s ego talking; something he still had even after all that had changed.
“Threaten me all you wish, but until this hammer leaves my hands you are nothing. Maybe once you were something, but now?” The Demon couldn’t help, but grin as he made his way forward. “You’ve fallen and you’re not going to get back to where you were. Not like this.”
Not that it mattered to Ky, Thor could strive to be worthy, and the Demon would deny him it. If he even got close to being worthy again… Ky would send him right back down to unworthiness. Why? Due to the fact that he liked – no, he enjoyed who he was now far too much. He enjoyed not just the power, but also… the control he had to silence those urges that were always just under his flesh.
“Not ever… not if i have a say in it.”
“Want to? No. But I am a realist; I know that getting what you want usually requires giving something in return.”COMPROMISE is both an effective and unsatisfying resolution, and sometimes the only means of making any progress.“ You want me to let you do what you want, when you want, to whoever you want? Now who’s being DELUSIONAL?” Unsavoury truths are the very last thing he needs to hear right now, and spawns vexation that makes his demand cutting and concise in the midst of molten glare.“ Your life is what I’m offering you. Leave the people of my world alone, or I’ll put an END to you.”
“If we’re being very specific here, I am as part of your world as the next, Strange.” A simple point Ky knew he needed to push forward – even if it wasn’t entirely accurate. “You’re a realist and i’m a realist – you can’t protect everyone all the time and what i want is to simply do as i’ve always done.” Maybe it wasn’t exactly the best thing to say, but it was too late to correct himself now. “but let’s be clear here, yes? I don’t like you. I never have, but the only way I see the both of us coming to a solution is if you keep your damn nose out of what I decide to do, Strange.” A pause. “There are over five billion people on this planet…. i’m sure losing a few hundred to my amusement won’t mean anything in the larger scheme of things – unless, you’re willing to vouch for every single human in this world.”
Grant stood still, feet firmly planted into the ground as he kept his gun pointed at the man in front of him, ready to shoot at the slightest altercation. “What do you want?”
“Should I start off by my absolute need or maybe alphabetically.” There was a shrug. “I want many things, but for the time being? I think a chat is in order, don’t you?”
There is a look of skepticism that marches across his face. It stays there and Stephen crosses his arms over his chest. It isn’t uncommon, people come to him because of his past life. While his primary responsibility is to protect New York and the world from magical threats, he’s still a doctor a heart. Even if he doesn’t get a chance to practice as much as he would like. “What kind of condition are we talking about? A physical ailment? Or something more, mystic?”
“A fair bit of both really,” he said, making his way forward. “This… condition of mine can’t be helped with simple machinery. Maybe if I had technology that could rival Stark, I may be able to make something, but that would require a team.” Funds were not the matter, but crafting what he had in mind to an actual physical item ( that actually worked ) was the problem he had.
“However, if we’re being blunt,” his lips pursed into a thin-line for a few moments, “I don’t even know if you can help me with… this.” Or maybe Ky just didn’t put too much faith in the man. Either way, he was willing to try this route… it was the only option he had left. “Or if you’re even willing to attempt it.”
THE ALIEN IS SKEPTICAL. someone who can promise so much is normally someone who is lying. still, she could use the work. “a weapon?” typical. “what type of weapon?”
HE COULD HAVE SAID THE ENTIRETY of what was required for this little scheme of his. could have said many things, but instead, ky’lar decided to go towards the much simpler route of only giving out what information was necessary. “one that i’m quite sure will be easy to obtain… given your skills, but to be blunt? it should be able to take out someone who’s been a thorn in my side.” a pause. “or even start a war.”
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