Tag: v;; yesterday’s world was soon undone ( 616 )
“don’t get your hopes up,” he mused as he leaned back in the chair, “i don’t plan on staying that long. i’ve already been shot twice today and my best outfit has bee ruined due to it.”
Kurt felt his fur rise on the back of his neck. His stance grew somewhat defensive and the jovial manner he’d held over dinner was a distant memory. A memory far less distant presented itself to him now. That of a snowy mountainside. Where he’d pleaded the man he thought was his friend to come home, to seek help. Where the only act of friendship he’d been granted was to have his life spared – barely – as Ky’lar made his getaway.
“What do you want?” came a question as wary as it’s speaker. Perhaps, once upon a time, he would have trusted his life to Ky’lar. Now, he wasn’t even sure he trusted him to step through the door.
it was true, he should have just stayed away, and forgot about coming here all together. what he had done was not out of anger, but rather out of a habit that had been formed, and couldn’t be broken. maybe at one time it could have — if he got help. if he actually cared to get help, but ky’lar was stubborn.
even now, he could feel the urge to rip the other apart creeping up under his skin, and the urge to leave once it was finished -no. he couldn’t, no wouldn’t. it wasn’t why he was even there, and yet… those urges were always there. right under his skin and he never could get away from them.
though, as much as he wanted to say to simply talk… he knew it was more than that. much more than simply that. yet, there was hesitation in his voice as he took a slight step forward. “i-,” he sucked in a deep breath, and let it out slowly, “i… made mistakes.” granted, that was obvious, and he never wanted to make up for them.
even back then… he never tried to correct them. “you know i did. just… i have limited time before they find me.” and when that happened… that was when things would get very interesting. more to the point… ky wasn’t willing to let that happen. he wasn’t ready for an ultimate show down. no, not yet… he still lacked true control.
he should have kept his interest to a bare minimum. an interest that was slowly growing the more time he spent around her. part of him didn’t want to go down that path — getting to know her, but at the same time… it was unavoidable. it was going to happen either way… with or with out his personal intervention, but still… there was some hope it wouldn’t go that far. there had to be. “the same could be said about you.” a simple statement, but one he most likely assumed would enact some sort of harsh response, “just a little girl playing at an adults game.”
So the seed of a devil was what stood before him this day? That moniker was one had only heard in passing, chatter that persisted like a background noise during his travels between the realms. Unwillingly, his imagination rush to woefully substitute for the missing mental depiction of the so-named demon, confronting Thor with what he could only describe as a horrific vision.
Eyes shut tight, his chest heaves with a large intake of air, drawing strength from the bracing winds surging around them. “Well, son of Blackheart, you have made for yourself this day an enemy in the son of Odin!” And just like that, the first move would go to Thor, who marches forward in a rush before he had even finished speaking.
Given the calibre of the threats Ky had lofted about, the thunderer favours swift resolution instead of a drawn out fight. “Now heed my warning once and beg not for a reminder–” Relying on but a hint of intimidation and threatening words to get his message across, he stretches a hand towards the collar of the other’s shirt, dragging him onto the tips of his toes as he draws his face close to Ky’s. “–Should you continue to remain committed to your evil intentions, I will have no choice but to OBLITERATE you where you currently stand!”
his true form was monstrous; a reason he favored a human body. true, it was just a shell to make him look ‘normal’, but there was much more to it than that. the moment he changed… was the moment all – what little he had of it – vanished. a reason to why he preferred to look like a human. preferred to blend in.
of course, the name son of odin didn’t seem to phase him. gods, demons, humans, and otherwise. they all could bleed. they all could die if given the right tools, but that wasn’t what he was going for. no, not this time. this time, he was simply proving that he would be willing to do anything to get his point across.
a reason to why a smirk spread across his lips as he was dragged up by the god. oh, he had an ace in his pocket – one he wasn’t sure would work, but one he only would use if the circumstances were dire enough to use it. of course, for the time being, he wasn’t even going to, but still… dropping a few certain comments had gone a long way in the past — why shouldn’t they the same now?
“i don’t back out when things get too harsh, son of odin.” his words came out smoother than he thought as his hands clenched into tight fists. “you hurt me and you’ll have my father to deal with.” though, in reality, blackheart was far more reasonable than ky’lar, but that was also attributed to the fact that wisdom comes with age… and failures.
coming back here wasn’t something he wanted to do. he had sided with his own wants – no, needs rather than that of people who could possibly need him. then again, there was doubt in his mind he would have been allowed back at all.
it was a major risk to even come near here, but… it was one he was willing to take. rather, he could have avoided it all together, and yet… with the enemies he had made? it was safer than a hotel room that had security camera’s.
“you might not want to see me,” he managed to get out lowly. “i just need to talk.” rather, he needed someone to talk to. to explain everything and somehow… someway manage to get himself back together.
Had he been given the choice, Thor would’ve preferred to blame his present displacement on a long night spent drinking the headiest of mead, more than willing to accept the temporary memory loss that came with crashing through the limits of his hardy constitution. Still, there was no point in dwelling on missed opportunities. His search for answers had been met with half articulated explanations, an already better development than having known nothing of the area a mere handful of minutes past.
“You’re correct, this place does not like it would be fit to be called ‘Kansas’, though with a name like that I wonder what would suffice.” In a showing of cluelessness, the blond demonstrates his unfamiliarity with Earth’s way of speaking, treating the throwaway remark as if it stood for something substantial. It was something he should probably work on, something to fill the vacant hours between protecting his people and aiding the heroes of this realm.
“So we are– as the saying goes– out in the sticks?” Saying the phrase aloud appears to bring the thunderer joy rather than any negative feelings. Had it not been apparent before, his mannerisms were beginning to paint the picture of a man not at all in touch with the ways of this planet. “Splendid! All that I need do next is find the nearest tavern and I will be content!” Or one with a eye to recognise danger when it is standing there before him in the shape of man.
there was a roll of his eyes and an itch to ask what he meant by tavern. yet, he restrained himself. no, he wasn’t going to ask about what he meant by it. ky knew enough the other wanted a drink. though, still, the use of tavern was rarely… if ever used. at least where he had been.
“out in the middle of nowhere.” though, they were still somewhere, but that was ultimately besides the point, “so, where are you from?” he was going to make a few assumptions, but instead, he decided against them. no, for now he was going to be decent. well, as much as he could be before causing more than just a little chaos.
“the nearest bar is…” he actually didn’t know where… he just knew he had a loaded fridge with beer back in his hotel room, but that was his personal stash. something… he wasn’t willing to give to anyone. “somewhere.”
Listening to the other’s explanation, the blond couldn’t help but pity him. True, he had been premature to judge, especially when knowing only half the tale, especially after being treated to a showing of its worse aspects. Still, admitting certain failings of restraint was something he could respect, for it laid the foundations for improvements and eventually mastery over the abilities that had escaped the man’s control. It meant that Ky could still be saved, to some small degree.
“Then you have my apologies. It was wrong of me to make assumptions.” Admitting his mistakes, Thor’s voice was soft, not wishing to disturb already choppy waters. Of the gruesome deed itself, he took no side. It was not in his remit to say whether such a death was deserved, or if Hela herself had snagged a soul not meant for the realm of the dead.
“From what I’ve seen your actions were instinctive, no more different than a bull charging at a wavering flag.” Stepping closer to Ky, he stopped short of offering the man any kind of support. He had lost control, yes, but in the process the life of a human had been claimed– and that was something Thor couldn’t easily overlook no matter how hard he tried.
“But let’s not speak of what has happened any longer. Instead, answer me this: are you back in control, now that violent appetites have been satiated?”
it wasn’t that simple, it never was that simple; his urges never went away. he could ignore them for a time – they always came back. sometimes, he locked himself in a cold room, but it was so much easier to top resisting. a prime reason why he got into so much trouble these days. he stopped caring about his actions.
he wanted control, yes, but he knew that control was sometimes the same as suppression. a reason to why he avoided training himself to have proper restraint over his powers. he needed that edge… the edge of the unknown at times.
thor was right though; his actions were done out of an instinct he had no control over. it was either resist or kill. he couldn’t resist any longer so he killed. he ripped the heart out like it was nothing and didn’t even pause to think about his actions. years ago, he might have, but now… he failed to see the point.
“they never fade.” a simple truth for the most part. “i’m fine… i’m content.” a lie, he never would be fine, but… at least believing his own words was a start.
Whether they were but idle threats or genuine warnings to take heed of, Thor had passed the point of being lenient. He could appreciate banter when welcomed but even his good humour would turn to ash and blow away in face of threats levelled against the humans he had come to admire. No, as long as he was capable of drawing breath, he refused to let any residents of Midgard come to harm by this stranger’s hand.
“By Odin’s blood I won’t let you claim a single innocent’s life!” Voice raised, Thor’s stance shifts into that of a man anticipating an attack. Outraged by what he has heard, thunder booms in the background, loud and distant. A warning to those who wish to fall foul of a god’s wrath. “Why don’t I spare us both the trouble and settle this petty squabble here and now – before you would partake in such a terrible quest!”
Quick to anger, the blond prepares himself for any sign of trouble, unarmed for the moment though he did let a hand hover near his belt in case he had need to draw his blade from its sheath. “What manner of creature are you to invent such ideas of carnage? Answer me swiftly, cretin! My patience is not without its limits!”
no one was innocent. even ky’lar knew that. everyone had done stuff that was wrong, everyone lied, and everyone died. it didn’t matter the species nor did it matter the circumstances around their actions. everyone was capable of great evil if given the chance or choice.
his species wasn’t what was important at the moment. nor did he think it ever would be. human or demon. he never could bloody decide on what he truly wanted to be. of course, he didn’t need to be a demon to threaten to raise cities. humans did it enough with their wars.
even as he could hear the thunder, he stays firm. no, he wasn’t going to back down. not when he had already pressed the stakes high enough to the point of no going back. no, the only way forward was straight on through the other, and that was exactly what he was going to do.
“the son of blackheart.” he doubted that the title would really mean anything to the other, but he had hoped that even gods had known of his father. after-all, his grandfather was mephistopheles himself, and that was what truly made him dangerous. “that… is who i am.”
there was possibly better ways to deal with people. ripping their hearts out was just something that was new. it was uncharted territory… something that he usually would have avoided, but now he was starting to enter. a reason to why he wanted everything cleaned up as soon as possible. that way, he didn’t have to worry about the clean up, and he could wipe the blood off his hands.
of course, he didn’t even get the chance to this time around. shortly after the kill, he slid both of his hands into the pockets of his jacket like he usually did. it was just blood… just a human. why should he care? he didn’t, but… he was starting to. at least for the moment.
“you don’t approve?” a scoff soon escaped his lips, “typical.” he glanced towards the other for a few moments, “i don’t…” he let a sigh escape his lips. “i don’t, “ he repeated, “have that much control over my abilities. i can’t just meditate. it doesn’t work like that.”
The phrase was the first that had come to his mind. If given time, he was certain he would be able to invent far superior insults to use. Though his arrogance had dwindled somewhat in his interaction’s with Earth’s mortals, there was the rare occasion when it was prone to surfacing again– especially if provoked.
Such a time had arrived in the form of Ky, who, completely unaware to the thunderer, was born of the demon’s taint, even though it wasn’t Muspelheim that had spawned his wretchedness. “Would you like me to continue? Do forgive me but I find myself in the mind that you mortals are all– how do they say it? – oh, yes, all bark and no bite!” At least that’s what he had wished to believe in any case.
And then the threat filled his ears. The second he heard Ky express his terrible intentions, Thor’s behaviour changes. Gone is that earlier look of boastful confidence, replaced by a hardened veneer that saw his brows furrow and bright eyes clouding with suspicion. “Come again? I could’ve sworn you had just threatened me.”
Clenching his fists, he briefly taps into the lake of his power, feeling the air charge and crackle with an energy that was his to command. If Ky wished to go down this road, the thunderer was not going to stop him.
In fact, he welcomed such a foolish decision.
“Because if you did, I’ll be there to face you in every town and settlement you dare to visit before even considering bending the knee to the likes of you.”
it was more than just a simple threat. it was a promise. something that ky would do to get what he wanted. it wouldn’t have been the first time he did something like this and it wouldn’t be the last. he only had an ounce – in his mind – of his father’s power, but it would still be enough to handle this.
true, he never faced off against a god before, but there was no doubt in his mind he could handle it. a burst of overconfidence was all he needed and then he could focus on the task at hand. to come out of his in one piece… he would have to go through with everything and prove that he was to be feared. if not for himself… for his reputation.
though the truth of the matter was that he didn’t want to go down this road. he didn’t want to take out whole cities just to get one god to bow before him. no, that was heading in the direction of his father, and yet… he didn’t see anything wrong with it. nor did he have any inclination to stop while he was head. not now at least.
“an’ i’ll be ready.” it was a bold statement, even bolder considering what he was doing to do. he had killed before, but it was all for a purpose. all for a direct reason and never just to force someone to bend the knee. no, this was uncharted territory, and something that he there was no doubt he could ever come back from. “to face you at every town and every corner of the globe. people will die until you bend the knee. “
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