The setting was a familiar one, the motives more or less the same. In the cell that formally housed his dangerous brother sits a new occupant, incarcerated for the small crime of wiping a mortal settlement off the face of the earth. With the events of Sokovia still fresh in the minds of many, the Avengers responded accordingly, meeting Ky with force enough to stop his plans in their tracks.
With over a month having passed by, Thor returns to Ky’s prison, the sixth trip he’s made in so short a time. Willing to trust Midgard’s own inhabitants in many regards, when science and sorcery combined to form a terrible whole, he took it upon himself to intervene. Given all that Ky had managed to accomplish, his achievements had reeked of magical incantations, spells that had offered him the opportunity to cause substantial havoc in a short time.
Suspecting that it was Loki’s charms that granted the mongrel a temporary advantage, he intends to gleam a confession substantiating this soon enough. Until then he falls into routine, standing a metre away from the screen separating asgardian from fiend, his shoulders squared and arms crossed high against his chest. Whenever he chanced to talk, his words thundered and crashed like the turbulent heavens themselves.
“Sitting there on idle haunches must drive you to the heights of madness. Were this an encounter of the usual sort it would be my hope that you might be able to learn something from this experience, but what would the point be in trying to keep something that perished a long time ago intact. The answer? None, at all.”
what was really maddening was the simple fact that he had lost. had everything gone to plan, he would have done much more than simply wipe out something so small. maybe even destroy a whole country or three. if it mean’t releasing that anger that build up everything… it was worth it. it always was.
though, the constant of thor visiting was just an edge of a sword twisting into his perpetual failure. if he had more assistance, maybe he could have done more before he had been detained, but that wasn’t the case. more to the point, ky had gone over every single point of how he had come to be in this cell ten times over.
the real madness. the real fact of the matter to why he had been uneasy was that he was still in the cell. his father should have let him out by now. that was how he thought it should have been, but still…. ky was left to rot in here for a minor crime. it was one of the worst things he had done in a very long time, but ky still thought of it as minor.
“what i’ve learned is that you come here to gloat about one small victory.” maybe he should have held his tongue, but he hadn’t so far. why should he start now? “one small victory that means nothing.” least of all to him.
when he had agreed to pose as grant ward even ky knew there would be risks. one of them was getting caught and another was actually doing too well of a job. fucking up was one of them as well, but he knew that wouldn’t happen. well, not as long as he kept his head down, and stuck to the plan. that was all he needed to do.
“—-and i won’t. you can trust me with this.”
His archaic choice in phrase was unintentional, merely a habit of being long-lived. He is quick to forget which terms have fallen out of fashion and what have instead moved into the lexicon of the modern day. In any case, his meaning was still understood, giving him no reasons to start changing his way of speaking any time soon.
“Ah, nowhere special.” Trying to dodge the question, he wanted to avoid saying the name of his homeland for as long as possible. Gone from existence, the blond had to remind himself more than once that Asgard was more than just a city of gold commanding pious devotion from its lessers. Hopefully under his watch it could be something far better.
“That’s…useful, I think?” Voice undermined by a noticeable pause, his face morphed into an expression that waxed confusion. The other was acting vague, for reasons that were currently unknown. At least he no longer feels guilty of responding in the same style. “Are you not of this place either? Merely a traveller, passing through?”
he wouldn’t exactly say he was passing through or a traveler. no, it was more that ky got bored of his usual routine, and decided to actually go out in the world. it was dangerous, yes, but at least he wasn’t hiding behind four walls, and a roof.
“more like someone who’s stuck in this place until something better comes along.” that was putting it lightly. “there are many places i could go, but something always keeps me centered here.” maybe he could find a way back to mephisto’s realm if he really wanted to. spend a few more years there until he got his head on straight. he just wasn’t willing to crawl back to his father nor grandfather anytime soon.
“the food is good at times. so is the beer.” though, he could drink that down in barrels if he wasn’t careful. the hangover and other effects were worth it though. it caused him to forget and half the time it was worth it. the other half… not so much.
No, they wouldn’t. It was one of the few points they would manage to agree on. Reality was no fairy-tale, nor was Ky taken by a diagnosable affliction. This dark shade was part of the man, for better or worse. Whatever fate laid in store for him at the end of his lifespan, if indeed he would come to know oblivion’s embrace at all would not be pleasant.
“Hmm. Your words fail to convince me, friend. I can hear it in your voice; a hint of a lie meant to fool no one but yourself.” Crossing his arms, the blond gave his words time to settle. Thinking about what to do with the deceased, the beginnings of a suggestion starts to form in his mind, stirring his conscious into a fury. It would be a bold move to make, but it would at least take the heat off Ky for claiming the victim’s life, should they turn out to be a figure of some importance.
“We should probably move on. Before we do that, though, there is the…ah…small matter of dealing with the body to tend to. I can make a suggestion, should you care to listen, unless you’d rather deal with this yourself?”
it was more than a lie to fool himself. if he said it enough… maybe it could start being truth. maybe it was wrong and maybe it wouldn’t change the cold hard facts, but it was something. a lie, as little as it was, would go a long way. he was sure of it.
“i was going to leave it right here.” a suiting end to things. he would leave the body for whoever was unlucky enough to find it and be done with the situation. a fitting end to what happened out of instinct.
more to the point, it wouldn’t be the first, nor would the last time it happened. people died around him when that itch got to unbearable levels. a reason to why he stayed away from the world when it happened. it was safer that way… for everyone.
“unless you have a better idea.” it didn’t matter to him as long as they were gone. the last thing he needed right now was to be on the run from some organization.
maybe he had lost his mind in a way. he had been taking far more risks than he ever had before and each one was more dangerous. this time, ky was starting to think that he could actually take over a planet. it was something so easy, but was also far beyond his reach.
however, the benefits of such an act would be just what he needed to finally get what he wanted, and that to tell all reality he was to be feared. yes, he had already pulled some stunts, but nothing as big as what he was planning. a reason to why he didn’t really care about thor’s words and dismissed them as nothing more than an assumption. an assumption that was actually truth.
“Are we just going to bypass the fact that you nearly killed me?” She asked quietly. “This isn’t a…a break up over a matter of differences. I have bruises!” She pulled the collar of her shirt further down for him to see. “I had to see a nurse..make sure nothing else was messed up. Ky you could have killed me and cared less about the fact.”
Her eyes watered and she shook her head. “You know what, I don’t..I don’t care. I don’t care because you don’t.” Fighting with Ky would solve nothing, and Col knew that already. She wanted to be angry, to be furious and rage but the safest choice was to just agree that he leave. Even if it hurt.
she was correct. if it happened, he wouldn’t feel a thing, and he had made that fact quite clear. it was just a matter of time before he lashed out – control would be lost. they would be in the exact same situation once again. a cycle on constant repeat.
ky’lar had given her an out and she had taken it. he wasn’t one to give things like this to just anyone. nor was he so willing to give up what was rightfully his. the fun and games always had to come to an end. they always had to stop once his anger got the best of him. that was simply how it was.
“this isn’t…” he couldn’t even get the proper words out as his arms folded across his chest. a deep breath was taken in and let out slowly. he had to focus and not let the need to storm out in a rage overcloud everything else. “this isn’t what i want. i just…” his eyes lowered to the ground, “i’m sorry.” though, he couldn’t get out the proper words to say he’d do whatever she wanted to be forgiven in someway for this. no, he just wasn’t ready to say those words.
“— and?” his number one flaw was that he never cared – be it about himself or others. he let everyone else do what they wanted. if there was something wrong or even pulled at them beneath their skin, relatable as it was, he made sure to show no interest in it. that way, he wouldn’t have to get involved. usually, it worked quite well, “i fail to see why it matters.”
he should have known better than to be even remotely decent. each time he attempted to in the past, he was given the same response; stop while you’re ahead. a reason to why he stopped caring most of the time. then again, there were always times he tried to be better… he just didn’t get very far.
it was the prime reason he take back several steps so to speak. that way, he didn’t have to explain himself anymore — it was hard enough attempting to be decent as it was. he still didn’t know how to explain himself. “never mind,” he finally said. “forget it.”
“and yet you could do so much more.” rather, he thought she could do more than simply hide. yes, he understood where she was coming from, but that didn’t mean he had to accept it. “or, you know, i could just blow up a building or… three.”
“you wouldn’t happen to know where i could get,” he leaned back in his seat for a few moments, “someone to erase someone’s entire records, would you?” true, they didn’t know each other that long, but it was a valid question. with her connections… maybe he could get the ball rolling on a clean slate.. at least on paper.
Hellfirebound 