Reborn By JustBored21

Chapter 74

"My own father weakened me by cutting off my connection to my home and banished me here once more! What do you think?!" Hela snapped, she tried to get up but slipped and fell straight back down.

"Sorry, stupid question," Harry apologized. "anyway, we should get you out of here. You're not in any state to defend yourself." Harry said before he aimed his wand at Hela. Hela quickly moved back, her eye darting between his wand and the calm look on his face.

"What are you doing?!"

"I'm going to pick you up so I can get you to safety, I could levitate you but I don't know how long this will take and this will be more comfortable for you and it means I won't drop you if I briefly lose focus," Harry explained. "Now shut your face and stay still, so I can lift you onto my back," Harry said before he flicked his wand at her, Hela rose into the air before hovering over Harry and descending down so she was now piggybacking him.

"I don't need your help," Hela muttered.

"Sure you don't, Princess." Harry scoffed. "Now, which way are we going?" He asked.

"The closest place here is a few miles forwards..." Hela answered. "...I think."

"Alright, first I'm going to try a little teleportation," Harry told her before he teleported a few meters forwards. Almost instantly he heard a groan next to his ear. "right, I guess that means no teleporting until you get better. Walking it is." Harry said before he began walking forwards.

"I'm not weak." She protested.

"Of course you're not," Harry said indulgently.

"'A few miles, my perfect ass," Harry said as they finally got near the closest thing he had been able to find to a building. It looked like a house that was made out of grey stone pillars, though the roof was missing along with an entire corner of the house. There were no windows either, the only entrance being a six-foot hole in one of the walls.

"You're not the one who had to be carried there like a baby," Hela complained. "do you realize how embarrassing this is for me?!" She hissed.

"Yeah, it sounds almost as embarrassing as complaining to the guy who is carrying you because you couldn't handle being teleported." Harry retorted.

"I could handle it!" Hela growled in his ear, her grip tightening slightly.

"Don't make me drop you," Harry warned, half-joking.

"I'm not scared of you, I was ten years old when I killed for the first time," Hela told him, sounding rather proud of herself.

"I was a year old when I killed for the first time," Harry responded honestly. "well...technically the idiot survived due to soul magic but I had destroyed his entire body, so if it had been anyone else they'd be dead."

"What? Really?"

"Yeah," Harry nodded. "when I was eleven I had to deal with a troll, a Cerberus, assassination attempts from one of my teachers, other kids my own age, traps, and a guy trying to kill me. What about you?"

"Training and killing," Hela weakly shrugged. "that had been my life until Odin had deemed me fit to fight and aid him in his wars. He was ruthless, you know, he killed so many, slaughtered them in droves. I did my best to be just like him, then he suddenly changed. He got Asgard, the gold, the history, the love of all the people there. I got banished," She said bitterly. "my name erased from history, anything that I did for the benefit of Asgard had likely been done by Odin as far as everyone else was concerned. I don't understand, why did you defend him? You weren't like the others, you didn't see him as a wise, old man. I saw it, in your eyes, you hated him. Why fight so hard to save him?"