kneeled down alongside him. "What did you do?!" Hela repeated.
"Forgive me, daughter, it was the only way." Odin groaned, looking weaker than ever before. "I… I removed your connection to Asgard." He croaked.
Hela's eyes widened and she stepped back like she had been slapped, her breathing sped up and she looked far crazier than she had ever looked. She wanted to scream, to say that he was lying like he always did, but he wasn't. She could feel her connection with Asgard weakening. She wasn't given long to think on this groundbreaking news as the moment was interrupted by a low, almost animalistic growl, she turned around to find the source of the growl.
The wizard, the one whose head she had removed a few seconds ago, was now standing in front of her, his head now reattached to his body and his hood to the suit, as if they had never been cut off in the first place. His entire body was tense, and she got the feeling that something was about to happen, something that she wouldn't like.
Harry lifted his head and roared into the air as his rage mode activated, apparently having his head cut off was a bit of a trigger for him. It had barely activated before he reared a fist back and punched Hela, the sound of the punch shot through the ears of everyone around them. Hela was lifted into the air and sent flying away, Harry flew after her and as she flew through the air he struck her with another punch, before reaching out and grabbing her hair.
He flew higher into the air before he tossed her upwards and aimed his wand at her. Several beams of varying colors shot out from it, each painfully knocking her higher and higher into the air before Harry reached her with a flying knee to her face, Hela reacted on instinct and slammed a sword into his stomach but Harry had barely been slowed down by that. He rained punch after punch on her as the two were being pulled back down to the ground by gravity.
They had come close to crash landing when they had both become enveloped in green light and taken away.
"Where have they gone?!" Thor blurted out.
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'This place is fucking cold.' Was the first thought that came into Harry's head as he opened his eyes, he forced himself to sit up and saw that he was sitting on top of a bunch of snow and ice. All around him was seemingly just snow and ice, the only noticeable exceptions being the large and small stone pillars around him. His eyes scanned the environment for a second before he saw Hela, sitting against a big rock, sitting only a few feet away from him. Her eyes looked blank, there was life in there, but barely. Her mouth was slightly open and her face was paler than ever and covered in bruises and cuts.
"Where are we?" Harry asked while mentally berating himself for losing control like that. Though to be fair, he had a temper, and getting his head cut off was one of the few things that could cause it to erupt just like it had. At first, it looked like Hela wouldn't answer him, he had been about to speak when she finally did.
"My home," She said, not even looking at him, instead she was looking down at the floor like she couldn't look anywhere else. "the home Odin gave me, the one he forced on me. I… I'm back in hell."
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"This… this is all your fault," Hela said, her voice trembling as she finally looked up at Harry.
"That would be a pretty accurate title for my autobiography," Harry said as he stood up, he took a moment to look around as if the very act would suddenly push him somewhere nicer than this.
"You think this is a joke?!" Hela hissed, she coughed violently as she forced herself to her feet. "You… you stood in my way! If not for you then Odin would have been dead at my feet and I would be ruling Asgard!"
"In that case, it was probably best I did get in the way," Harry calmly replied. "you and Asgard will thank me in the long run."
"You ruined everything!" Hela roared before throwing a conjured blade at him.
"And that's my autobiography sequel," Harry said after leaning to the side to allow the blade to fly past him. "you're not as fast as before," Harry noted. "that's odd."
"No shit!" Hela snapped before tossing another blade at Harry who casually swatted it away with his wand. "Why?!"
"Why what?" Harry asked after dodging another blade.
"WHY… WON'T… YOU DIE?!" Hela screamed, throwing two more blades that Harry slapped away.
"Honestly? Long story." Harry sighed, ready to block more of Hela's attacks, for a few moments it looked like she was going to attack, but she seemingly decided against it as she lowered her hands and allowed herself to fall down to her knees.
"Just… just do it," Hela said quietly, a defeated tone in her voice. "go ahead."
"Do what?" Harry asked as he walked over and stopped just in front of her. Hela snorted before looking up at him, her eyes meeting his.
She took a deep breath before speaking."I'm weak and vulnerable, I have nothing left. You have the power now, you want to kill me, I know you do. Just end me. End me, please."
"Dying… dying is so easy when you have nothing to live for," Harry sighed, not looking away from her. "living… that's much harder. Though, I'd like to think that the feared and mighty Hela might be able to accomplish it." Harry kneeled down so he was face to face with her. "What dangers can I find here?"
"W… what?" Hela breathed, still processing his previous words.