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.}

_fryordie:

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.}