Tag: v;; yesterday’s world was soon undone ( 616 )
Loki’s brows simply lofted in response. It didn’t take him all that long to step forward and press a palm to the other’s forehead– mostly out of curiosity, the trickster forced his consciousness upon him. Unless the other bore the sheer mental strength to push him out, Loki dove straight through every ASPECT and MEMORY until he reached the very beginning of Ky’lar’s existence, then turned around and snaked all the way back to the present. Upon his return, however, the demigod didn’t IMMEDIATELY exit his mind and instead held it in his grasp, like a pebble in one’s palm, and his voice echoed throughout the wide expanse. “Mmm… and how about NOW; do you think it impossible? If one so finite as I could trespass here, bend your thoughts to my will… an INFINITY STONE would not be so MERCIFUL.”
if ky had actually paid any attention to his training ( or even went through with more than the basics ), he would have been able to resist this intrusion into his mind. of course, the reality of the matter was that he couldn’t even press himself to get the trickster out. all he could do was shiver – he didn’t like his members. nor could he remember half of what he’d been through. a reason to why he wrapped his arms around his own chest tightly. it was his only defense in this situation and while it was childish? he didn’t care. for once, ky was completely terrified of what the god ( or anyone else ) could quite possibly do. “get… out,” his words were low ( very low in-fact ) as his entire form shook. “– of… my… head.” the only problem was that he doubted that his own version of a plea would suffice. least of all to a god.
Now this is just getting old. Stephen really and truly didn’t bother hiding the fact that he rolled his eyes, given anyone who thought it wasn’t a natural response either wasn’t thinking about it or hadn’t been fucking paying attention. “How about we cut the “read my mind,” bullshit and get on with this conversation. You have information I need, that will help me decide whether to let you in the door. Do you see how this works, or do I have to spell it out?” Regardless of the fact that it was something Stephen could technically do, he didn’t have any interest or professional comfort with poking around in other peoples’ heads. And there was a utility to levity that he appreciated more and more as he got older and crankier.
“Because if you’re going to try to keep verbally dancing around me in order to make me less suspicious of you, you’re failing miserably,” he continued flatly, his arms crossed over his chest but his hands kept open in the folds of his arms should he need them. “And you’re also failing at accomplishing whatever goal you actually came here fore at the same time, unless your sole inclination was to irritate the crap out of me and get a door closed in your face in about five seconds.”
He had attempted to handle things delicately and in turn ended up making things worse for himself. A reason to why he decided ( along with Stephen’s own irritation ) it was time to just get to the point. No more dancing along the lines of safety – it was time to admit everything. Maybe then he could get in the door or get it shut in his face ( at this rate it was more looking towards shut in his face than anything else ) it was a fifty fifty chance on what way it would go.
“I was trying to –,” he was about to go into an apology, but then, half-way through he grunted. “I’m the grandson of Mephisto and I need your help – shut the door on me. I don’t care… i’m going to be dragged back either way. I just…I just want to postpone it for a bit longer.” He could have gone on to explain everything about his situation, but even Ky knew it wasn’t worth it. Not if he was just going to more than likely be thrown out.
“then you should get out of my way.” while his words were cool, his body language was the exact opposite. ky wasn’t in the mood to deal with anymore unexpected interference. a reason to why he decided to go with a more direct approach. “or you’ll find yourself six feet under.”
In trying to reclaim his lost worth, Thor’s efforts ended in failure. Mjolnir, its enchantments the source of much vexation for the blond had been obliterated, and with its destruction did his chance to prove himself evaporate. Forevermore to be known as the unworthy one, it was a stigma that he had grown to embrace, accepting it as though it formed part of what he had now become– a revived god, for which lightning once again answered his summons.
If he took any measure of satisfaction in dealing the opening punch in this fight, Thor didn’t show it. Instead, he waits for Ky to recover, standing in the same spot as arcs of lightning surged from the hammer up along his golden arm, coiling around it on occasion. “Not hardly.” He boasts, not intentionally meaning to do so but offering no apology when it slipped forth all the same.
To say that the tables had changed between them was an understatement; this incarnation of the Odinson, garbed in black and gold with a familiar, winged helm in place and a long cloak strung from did not resemble the downtrodden, axe-wielding brute from before. Thor had faced that haunting shadow and buried it within himself, wishing to start a new chapter.
And it began with defeating the half-breed that tormented him from before.
Slowly, he starts to rotate his left hand, reluctant to leave go of the golden mallet due to the fear that, should he drop it once more, he may not be able to kick it back up. Because of this, when he does decide to stop and throw, it drags the rest of his body along for the ride; a rapidly, fast moving projectile poised to bowl Ky by his passing over and over again, for as many times as he cared to rise and stand.
Such is the animosity felt by this formally humbled god of thunder.
first he’d have to rip that hammer out of the unworthy one’s hands. to prove that ky would always be above the former god.
for a moment, he could taste that sweet satisfaction on his lips; to bring down thor to his own level. to show a god what it was like to be less than everyone else.
it was a moment that lasted just as much as one. the tables had changed; thor had his power back and ky? he was still the same as before. there was no change. he still had his tricks, his cruelty, and his malice. time… had made him worse.
far worse it would seem as a deep growl escaped his lips the moment he was slammed to the ground. getting up – only be knocked down again. no, he wasn’t going to play by those rules. not for a second. not when he could turn the tables.
“fight me in my true form then.” a pause, hand moving to grip the ground he was on tightly as if for some sort of support. “— unless, you can’t handle me at full power?” not that ky cared exactly. all he wanted was a decent fight were ky could take the upper hand and obliterate the thunderer, but there was doubt he’d even get that. he was just… too out of shape( even more so since he kept refusing to train despite his family’s best efforts ).
what he knew about the dark elves was just from stores; until thor, he didn’t even believe they existed. then again, ky didn’t believe in many things through-out his life. it was just a matter of trial, error, and finding out exactly what he was made of ( sometimes quite literally ).
“they don’t seem all that bad.” then again – neither did ky on most days. at least, when he had his senses about them. “maybe you just don’t know how to get through to them.” his own version of a jest, but all the same, ky knew fully well that anything – including thor – could be dangerous if the right set of circumstances happened.
“either way,” he said, arms folding firmly across his chest, “it looks like you have this handled.” not that ky couldn’t help thor – he just enjoyed watching the god fight. not to mention the son of blackheart was jotting down mental notes in his mind just incase they ever came to serious blows.
“you know – maybe i don’t have one.” then again, most his own jokes proved to be extremely fatal ( for anyone involved ). “ i suppose not that bad, but still….pretty bad.” even if he wasn’t the most qualified to judge.
it was always the same questions when he got caught. what did he do? what was he? and the most important one was just why. truth be told, the old song, and dance got boring. he would give vague answers, usually cause more damage, and then somehow manage to get away ( though not-with out causing much more collateral damage than needed ).
the reason was due to that unnecessary itch that always was under his skin. sometimes, drinking could get it under control, but most of the time it involved stating it ( usually by killing or torture ) . thus, ky had found a few low-lives ( people who wouldn’t be really missed ). sure, they had families – possibly had people who cared for them -, but they would suffice for his amusement.
the only problem was he wasn’t expecting anyone else to show up. least of all so soon. luckily for them – they would survive ( if just barely ). it was an improvement at least, but at least ky was learning to have standards when things got too bad ( even if his moral compass was a roulette wheel that only had one good marker on it ).
“does it matter?” he finally asked, hands slipping into his back pockets as if this was a a-kin normal conversation for him ( and it was in his mind ). “i practically grazed them.” though, ky doubted anyone would call what he put the two guys through simply a graze. then again, he didn’t care that much either about his actions ( at least for the moment ). “— they’ll live.”
[SMS→HELLDOUCHE]: I cut broken people open and fix them. [SMS→HELLDOUCHE]: Or I used to. [SMS→HELLDOUCHE]: You are anything but. [SMS→HELLDOUCHE]: I can’t think of once occasion where you’ve been anything other than awful.
[ SMS→ STRANGE ]: you haven’t given me a chance. [ SMS→ STRANGE ]: i can be quite decent you know. [ SMS→ STRANGE ]: it just takes some time. [ SMS→ STRANGE ]: besides… i wouldn’t call it awful.
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