_{“So you finally figure out you’re not invincible and come running back here? Man, you’ve got some nerve…”}

_{He was afraid. More than that, Kurt was hurt. Angry. Confused. He’d never gotten over that day. It seemed he was always thinking of what he could have done, what he could have said. But, in the end, it was Ky’lar that chose his path and burned his own bridges. Now, he was trying to cross the ashes of his past mistakes.}

_{“How do I know you won’t turn on us again, huh? How do I know my friends are safe if I let you in?”}

_{if this was anyone else, he would have used the old phrase ‘have i ever lied to you?’, but the problem was it wouldn’t work anymore. not here, not around kurt, and not around anyone else that was in the general area. maybe coming here wasn’t a good idea, but it was his last chance, and he wasn’t going to screw it up.}

_{“i didn’t come running back here.” rather, he had options, and this was the last one on his list – his final chance to not just stop this from going on further, but also attempt to rebuild everything he had ruined. even if it was just a lie… a lie based on a truth was something. or so he thought.}

_{“all i need is a place to stay for a while — a place that is safe.” more like a place he could hide out at until he figured out how to fix this problem. something…. that he doubted he could ever do. well, besides the option of turning himself in.}

_fryordie:

A shake of head serves as his answer; a firm ‘no’ to counteract his claim. “You and I both know why I couldn’t do that.” Not as long as he was an Avenger, an idol to vikings past; a hero simply trying to protect the people of Midgard from harm, defender of the defenceless.

Having witnessed Ky’s capabilities first hand, he had more than enough reasons to thwart the man at every step, even before hearing Blackheart’s request. “No, but he was adamant you were to remain detained until– how do the mortals put it? – you had ‘cooled off.’” Confident that jab would garner an eruptive reception, the blond’s brows arched expectantly, taking no pleasure in predicting the obvious.

“Might I suggest that next time you choose a less…public place to unleash your wrath upon?” It would less headaches for all involved if he did. He was still receiving reports from his teammates of the ongoing efforts to restore the portions of the city damaged by Ky during his most recent rampage streak. “What is it that inspires such unrestrained rage within you, son of Blackheart?”

_{rage was easy. like air it had a strange allure to it that wasn’t just needed to survive, but wanted. maybe that was the prime reason his pure rage – not anger – was unrestrained.}

_{he got what he wanted. it didn’t matter how small or how large; he got exactly what he wanted in time. a reason to why he kept going after more — not for glory, but just a taste of a hard won victory. anything else was simple after effects that meant nothing to him.}

_{all be craved was to be better — better than what whom was up for debate, but usually it was his father. to escape from the shackles of being behind his shadow would be… in essence a perpetual bliss that he do desperately craved.}

_{not that it mattered now; he was was in a cell and already he could feel the snarl that escaped his lips at the jab. it followed suit by the demon slamming both of his arms on the window of the cell with as much might as he could muster. akin to a caged animal that wanted to rip apart the one’s who inevitably trapped it to such a confined space.}

_{“take a guess,” it wasn’t the intended jab – that he wanted– towards the other, but it would suffice, “your father-,” a pause, “– no, your true father decides to show up after countless years, and you learn you’re not what he wanted. not able to be controlled easily, not able to be molded into what was required.” there was more to the story, much more, but he couldn’t admit that. he never could when he was is angry, “you think i wanted this — you think i chose to exist?”}

_{“i didn’t.”}

prefertobecalledprofessor:

@hellfirebound liked for a small mcu starter.

“Might I ask what it is you’re doing here?”

_{“— better question; does it really matter?”}

_{“i don’t break my deals, thor.” well, most of the time. once in a while, the demon was forced to break them due to… situations, and he had to personally deal with the consequences. if it meant getting thor to put some faith in him? so be it, ky would make sure to keep to his word, and not betray the other. well, it would be worth it. he knew it would.}

_{“more to the point,” he continued, “if it means you’ll get off my back for while? well, maybe i won’t betray you.” on the other hand, he never could get over the enjoyment of betraying someone at the right moment. a reason to why the option was on the table, but.. it wouldn’t be chosen. not until there was no other alternative.}

_{// @fryordie xxx}

Colleen ran her fingers through her thick black hair, she shook her head after a moment. “No…I doubt anything you could say would change what happened.” Bakuto. Danny. Ky. She didn’t get why she was attracted to people who would hurt her at the end of it all.

“Please just go, Ky.” Her voice wavered for the first time since speaking to him, it was getting harder and harder to keep her emotions in check. Colleen wanted to apologize for how hard this was but she didn’t want to apologize to him either? He attacked her, could have seriously killed her and Col still had the bruises on her neck to prove it. Some part of her just couldn’t shake wanting him to stay.

_{he knew that nothing could change the facts. as much as he wanted to stay, there was no reason to if she didn’t want him around, and as such… he would leave. that way, he could forget, and move on.}

_{after-all, being with her was just a dream that would fade. he wasn’t granted happiness. nor did he deserve it. all he did was take and destroy. he knew that well and yet… he sill thought he could change. if not for himself… for her. to be with her.}

_{“if that is what you want.” more so, it wasn’t what he wanted — it wasn’t what he wanted at all, but he wasn’t going to stick around. he had his fun. he had his time that he enjoyed. now, it was time to let it all go. “just… don’t get yourself killed.”}

_{that was always the question wasn’t it? how would someone define misbehaving. sometimes, it was burning down buildings, or even a whole country side}

_{“usually murder. just depends on the day. ”}

_{not exactly the day, but rather his mood. he was prone to violence; it was the only action that cured that little itch under his skin – that little insatiable need that never could fully be scratched. fighting or murder. it didn’t matter to him, but one usually lead to the other. there was no in between. well, not with him at least.}

_{“what is yours?”}

_{// @untamedtempest xxx}

exrussian:

@hellfirebound | liked ( x ) for a starter

Bucky Barnes wants to be left alone. He’s still working through the worst of HYDRA’s programming, still fighting to find some semblance of the man they’d stripped away repeatedly for the last several decades. Until he gets himself under wraps- until he feels safe in his own body again, it would be nice if the whole world and all of its problems just fucked right off. He’d fled America, his first home, for the specific purpose of remaining anonymous and unbothered. Now the lingering gaze of the man across from him is, understandably, unsettling. It takes him a moment, warring with himself and the different urges ~~(eliminate threat, evade, ensure ongoing survival)~~ welling up inside, but eventually he makes his way closer to the stranger and asks in as calm and even a tone he can manage, “Pot să vă ajut?”

_{tracking down former hydra agents – in america or otherwise – was dangerous. even more so when most of them didn’t want to be found. not that he could blame them at any-rate… their position was dangerous. more dangerous than before they were revealed to still be around from after the war. suffice to say, all ky wanted to do was gather what info he could, and then have a nice nap in his almost frozen hotel room. “maybe,” he couldn’t fully speak several languages, but he knew enough — well, enough to get him by for where he was at. “looking for someone.” he stayed in english as it was easier, but given the chance he would change languages if needed.}

“pipe the fuck down, asshole.” (jessica)

_{he should have silenced himself shortly after he spoke. of course, that would have meant he had restraint. for the most part, he didn’t. nor did he think it was ever needed. well, not really at least. not when he didn’t feel it to be important.}

_{“how ‘bout you make me.” his words were meant to taunt her, but more to the point… to show he wasn’t going to stop.}

_fryordie:

Muttering a silent curse that took the All-Father’s name in vain, Thor felt compelled to flinch on Ky’s behalf. Had they been visiting any other realm, even Vanaheim for that matter, leaving the deceased to the mercy of nature would not have been an unusual sight. But this was Midgard– Earth– a realm for which men would cower at the merest flicker of questionable shadow, let alone the sight of a mutilated corpse.

“As it happens, I do. Now, stand back.” Moving past Ky, he indicates to the other to keep his distance, retrieving a short sword from a sheath on his belt as he did so. Setting off on a path heading directly for the fallen, Thor twirls the blade in his grasp until its flat side lies parallel to the underside of his arm, awaiting use.

The thought he had in mind was straight forward; fry the corpse to disguise the worst of the savage murder committed. In order to see this done, the thunderer called upon the wellspring of his strength, his good eye turning completely white as a crackling noise floods his ears. Soon,blue arcs of electricity are seen skirting across his back and coiling around his arms, including the short sword.

Channelling the fury of the storm, he pulls back the arm holding the sword, and chucks it, a metal projectile imbued with enough joules of every to fell any mortal ten times over. But that was only the beginning, for as the blade pierced the corpse, a great bolt of lightning struck it, summoned from clouds that sat in what was almost a clear sky a handful of minutes ago.

Taking care not to obliterate the corpse completely, Thor tries not to disturb the remains as he goes to retrieve his weapon, dispelling his summoned power.

“We are done here, Ky’lar, the matter is dealt with. Do not make this a habit.”

_{ky made sure to take quite a few steps back from the other. if he was going to help, the demon was going to make sure the he was as far away as possible. after-all, he didn’t think thor would go back on his word, but for safety’s sake… he wanted to keep himself away from the brunt of it.}

_{he had heard of the god of thunder’s powers before, but never thought he would see them in person. more to the point, there was part of him that didn’t think he’d ever want to, but the funny thing about it was that deep down he knew he would.}

_{if anything, even as ky watched the other work, he knew fully well they were not friends. he wouldn’t even consider them to be that on the best of days. no, for the time being, thor wasn’t his enemy, and that was all that mattered.}

_{a reason to why the demon was so relaxed around the other for the time being. arms folded calmly across his chest as he made sure to notice every detail of what the god of thunder was doing. no, this was a good plan, but the reasons as to why thor was actually doing it escaped him.}

_{he could have asked, but he didn’t quite well care. his little… problem had been taken care of and now they could move on. of course, if it had been up to him, the frying of the body wouldn’t have been needed, but still… it was fascinating to see the other work.}

_{“who said i would be making it a habit?” even if he made it one… there was doubt thor could stop him. well, he could have easily, but ky doubted it would have gotten that far. “’sides, i don’t plan on this happening again for a very long while.” not if he could help it at least.}

_{for every step he takes, she retreats one in return. self-preservation, she tells herself. not fear. if he was going to kill her then he’d have one hell of a fight on his hands because she wasn’t going down quietly. “you KILLED them! it’s exactly what it looks like and there’s nothing you can say to convince me otherwise.” she couldn’t believe she actually thought he was different. that maybe he was trustworthy if not good and then he does something terrible like this without any warning whatsoever.}

_{man she sure knew how to pick ‘em.}

_{“then why don’t you call your friends then?” it was more than a simple statement. it was a taunt. one that he actually wanted her to go through with. he was dangerous, even he knew that, and now he was giving her an out. if she took it or not was up to her and her alone. “i’m sure they’d be interested in hearing all about this.”}