There was an extreme pain shooting through Harry's body and mind when he came back to his own body. For a moment, he couldn't even make out where his body parts were; he couldn't feel his toes or even start guessing where his hands lay. It felt like his limbs weren't attached to where they should have been, and on top of that, every nerve within him burned as the force of Loki's magic still lingered inside his own.
Everything throbbed as he breathed in harshly, chest aching at the movement; it felt like his soul was at constant risk of being torn apart with every breath his body was forced to take. But, sadly, he could not control what came naturally, so he tried to ride out the pain and not fight it. Finally, Harry forced his heavy eyelids to open, only to shut them as fast as he could, as the light sent another set of lightning bolts crashing through his mind.
It felt like a herd of hippogriffs had decided to bash his head into the ground and then whack him a few more times just for the fun of it. Harry could taste his blood in his mouth; the metallic tingle made him feel like his stomach wanted to jump out of his throat. He rolled on to his side and heaved, even though he had nothing to throw up. His body cramped up under the dry heaves as nothing, aside from acid and saliva, came out.
Betrayal and fear stung his heart as he remembered seeing Loki again - or was he seeing him for the first time? Bloody hell, this was confusing. Still, he had some problems separating Harald's memory from his own. He knew that his… soul ... was older than his body, and as such, he had two sets of memories that did not fit together, and were constantly battering at each other, fighting to be the one who was in charge at the moment, Harry or Harald.
The whole remembering thing was a pain in his ass, and perhaps, it was because of that, the memories had come so sporadically, not to overwhelm his mind and body as he went through the changes his inheritance forced upon him. Harry rolled on his back as he took a deep breath, feeling the tingling sensation of Loki's power wash over him in much slower waves.
Chaotic, dark, and cold.
It was somehow familiar, almost like coming home, yet the magic left a foul aftertaste, worse than blood. Harry forced his eyes to open again, and this time it was easier for him to take in his surroundings. He slowly moved his bruised body and looked down at his hands, tied together with some yellowish rope. His magic tickled under the skin, but it was as if the ropes at his wrists prevented him from letting it out, he could still feel it, but he could not get his magic to do what he wanted.
The sensation of being trapped welled up inside him when another memory of Harald came forth as he was too trapped, but this time, trapped in a dome. It was like his body still remembered the constant pain that had shot through him at that time. And that horror blended together with Harrys' childhood, trapped in the small space underneath the staircase, restricted, and not allow to move.
His heartbeat began to pick up speed as he tried to scramble to his feet, only to fall again, landing with a soft thud as his legs refused to work as they should. The memory of his aunt haunted his mind as she suddenly was replaced with Vernon's giant gestalt, leaning over him. Huge, sausage-like fingers were holding on to his hair, hard enough to rip out some strands, as he was thrown into the cupboard like a ragdoll.
Fuck, fuck, and double fuck, why was his life so complicated? Why in the name of the Norns could nothing be easy? Harry tried to calm down as it started to hurt more by the seconds; suddenly, he choked on the air he was breathing. His whole body shook uncontrollably, and his body began to tense up as the panic Harry had felt before took hold of him once again. And this time, he could not break from his body's reaction; white spots filled his vision, and he knew what was coming; he had had panic attacks before. It was something Harry had experienced a lot after the war. Almost every night for a year, he had woken up in full fight-or-flight mode, his body reacting to memories that trigged his PTSD and that in turn, triggered panic attacks.
But this time, it was different; it wasn't his - Harry's - memories that trigged it, it was Harald's, making it was somewhat easier to separate himself from it. Harry needed to think of it from an rational point of view, lose the emotion that triggered it all; he couldn't let it take over his mind, not like this. First, he thought of the most significant fact, Loki had forgotten him, and what had he thought? Honestly, Harry wanted to hit himself for being that naïve. He had believed that Loki would remember him, open his arms to him without any question, to get to know each other again after what, a thousand years apart?
Of course, Loki had changed. No one stays the same after their life partner dies, but to completely forget about him? That was too harsh. For once in his life, Harry had wanted something to go his way. But nothing in his life was ever easy, so why did he think this would be an exception?
Bloody hell. He wanted to sue whatever deity that found it funny to toy with his life like this.
As black spots invaded his sight and the dizziness made him fall back down on the cold wooden floor, he tried to force himself to breathe normally. Slowly, he started to get his breathing under control as his mind wandered back to the present. He did not need to think twice about who had taken and bound him. It was clear as he had fainted right in front of his crazy aunt; she was more than likely the one.
The question was where she was right now, as she was not within his sight. Ignoring his pounding headache and the feeling of his stomach eating itself, Harry slowly started to feel for the blend of the two different magics together inside of him. He could feel the flow in and out of his core in a slow motion, and he tried to only focus on the warmth that the movement created. He had to focus on the present, not the past, facts, gain information, and get the hell out of here.
Harald's fear and reaction had to wait until later. Then, slowly, he could feel how he started to relax more, and with a last deep breath, he opened his eyes again, and blinked blearily at the sight that finally met him.
Old pews were overturned, and some had rotted away over the years. Dust filled the air and danced in the daylight, spread across the broken window along the edges. The podium at the front was adorned with a grayish sheet, and Harry could see large candelabra standing haughtily at the side. As if time had not eaten up its surroundings, and they proudly stood where they had been placed decades ago. A beautiful stained-glass window stared down at him. A cold chill wandered warningly down his spine, the icy feeling amplified when an almost unnoticeable shift took place in the air, and Harry stiffened.
His instincts were screaming at him again; his whole being was so sensitive that he noticed even the slightest shift in magic around him, and right now, he felt that he was no longer alone. Harry slowly turned his head towards the presence of his aunt, who was now sitting three chairs away from him. A silvery shimmering aura embraced her in almost divine splendor; Harry could feel the magic pouring out of her in soft waves, cold and slimy.
Her blue eyes were fixed on him, and she got up in the flowing motion of a river, slowly moving towards him.
His aunt was like a predator that was getting ready to jump on its prey; her eyes were fixed entirely upon him as she walked forward. Eyes hard as steel, with a satisfied smile that adorned the red lips when she saw how defenseless he was right now.
"Bra- vo,'' Sigurd's voice rang out in the otherwise silent church " Once again, you manage to surprise me with your tricks; you truly are the perfect match for the trickster" She came to a stop in front of him. " But I have to admit that I had forgotten how good you were at breaking out of spells; that spell I put you under should have kept you unconscious for at least three more hours. "
Harry pulled lightly on the rope that tied his hands, which did not go unnoticed by the woman in question as Sigurd smiled down at him, more amused than anything else. Like he was a child that tried something and was doomed to fail. She tilted her head a little, and the diamond-studded earrings rattled during the movement before she clicked her tongue.
The sound made Harry cringe, and he had to force himself to take another deep breath. He swore mentally at Harald's fear triggered by the slightest sound from her; this was so not the time. Harry used all his experience to keep his feelings deeply buried, or else they would drown him.
Harry could feel the magic twisted in to the fabric of the bindings; the heat underneath his skin burned hot, begging to be let out. He could do this, only direct everything elsewhere until another time when he could safely freak out. He slowly let out a breath and let his forest green gaze meet her light blue.
Sigurd was now standing right in front of him; the foul smell of her perfume unpleasantly tickled his nose; it was like she had bathed in it. Her magic swept over his already sensitive skin, and it stuck like a thousand needles as her grin grew.
"Well, well," she laughed. "That is a surprise indeed, I would have thought you would be broken beyond repair by now, but it seems you still have some fire in you."
"What do you want?" He forced out, trying to get some distance between them.
The steel-blue eyes were drilled into the viridian green. " I want what I have always wanted… You lying dead before me. "
Harry held back an eye roll, if that's what she wanted then why was he not dead yet? She had the perfect time to do so, and his confusion had to be shown as she laughed at him.
" Oh ~, don't be like that sweetie, I will kill you in time; my master demands as much. But there is no rush, and I have you exactly where I want you. " Smiling, she raised her hand and dragged a finger against his cheek. " But there is one thing I need before I do that. "
Harry could not hold back flinching at the awful feeling of her nails; the woman did not ignore the motion as she stared down at him. Her face came close as she took a deep breath in, and her eyes shuttered close for a moment as she felt the magic around him, only to look up with a new determination.
"It really is you; I have to admit, I had my doubts at first " she took hold of his chin, forcing Harry to look at her. "That barrier ... .. " The look she had on her face was a mix of irritation and anger. " That was a very cheap trick you used, but I knew my master would break out of it given time, " she hummed and let go of his chin. " Even a soul cage will tear and crack with the right amount of force. "
Harry tried to suppress the memories that were starting to resurface as she spoke, the cage he had created around Thanos. Yes, he remembered that Harald had used his soul to harden it, and in doing so, he sacrificed himself, yet it was not enough to keep the titan there for more than a few centuries. And now… Thanos was loose in the universe again, planning gods know what.
" I can still remember the sweet, sweet sound of your soul screaming each time my master hit the barrier, again and again, and again." Sigurd grinned as the coldness settled inside Harry's bones as he glared at her in defiance. "Until that beautiful moment when your very soul cracked into these marvelous tiny fragments, and my master was finally free, and I thought that your soul was forever broken. Apparently, I was wrong ..."
" ... Like that is something new, " Harry muttered, interrupting her little speech, and before he had the time to react, a burning pain flared up on his cheek as she had slapped him.
" Silence! " Sigurd suddenly yelled in a shrill voice; her hand shot out again and this time gripped tightly around his throat, cutting off his air supply, making Harry gasp.
" You are not to talk to me like that, " she hissed. "I'm a queen, and you will show me the respect I deserve," she sneered, ignoring the gasping he did to get air down into his lungs. " Don't you dare think for a second that I will not hurt your pretty face, because I will."
Harry tried to get some air down into his lungs, and she suddenly let go of his neck, making him cough a few times before she clicked her tongue again.
"But I have to say, I am impressed," she continued, like nothing had happened seconds before.
Then, with a flourish motion, she turned around and walked over to the altar, heels clicking at the dry floor as she did.
"Honestly, my dear nephew, if you had not talked to the idiot, then I would never have known that you were still alive. You have a powerful spirit to hold on as long as you did, but your luck must be rotten. I mean, really? To be reborn as THE Harry Potter ', Britain's little golden boy and the boy-Who-lived ... twice! The savior of our world, "her laughter was echoing inside the space as she smiled up at the painted glass. "What a wonderful joke .. "
She shook her head, golden locks bunching as she did. "Well, here we are, and you will not get in my way again. You will do what I want you to, and do not bother looking for that stick of yours; I took the liberty to use it as firewood. You can't use magic without that one; I presume... weak as humans are…. you did hit bottom with that, huh?"
Harry swallowed around a growing lump in his throat. He was not utterly helpless without a wand; the elder wand was infused with his magic so he could use it. Not that she needed to know that. But that wand had been the first thing he had got with his own money; even when his wand had been destroyed in the war, he had used the elder wand to repair it. But not even the elder wand would be able to reconstruct his wand if it was burnt to crisp.
"Thanks, but I have to decline, " Harry forced out behind clenched teeth
"tsk, tsk " she turned around against him again and walked over to him, hips swaying with echoing steps. "There you go again; you talk like you have a choice. I will not repeat my mistakes this time. So, you do not have to worry. "Harry's eyes narrowed, he started to look around them for a way out of there, but as she spoke up again, his eyes were drawn to her back that was turned to him.
"This time, I have a leverage on you that you cannot ignore."
Harry felt an acid taste invade his mouth; Loki, she was talking about Loki. He had known that she had something to do with it all! "You will not touch him!" He spat angrily as death shadows had to start to move around him, begging to be free, to maim, to kill for its master. His back arched as if his wings wanted to break out of his skin, but Harry held them back for the moment.
Sigurd threw her head back in laughter. "Too Late for that little prince!" she sang as she spread her arms out, "and it was so easy!" she danced around, hair swirling like it had a will of its own, and knowing their family history, it probably had. How in the nine realms had Harald been related to this woman?
"I have to tell you that it was so easy to sneak past Asgard's defences as they were in chaos at your so-called disappearance, and Loki... '' She sighed " Well, he was such easy prey to manipulate in that state he was in; a broken bond is a serious thing, you know, and you let him wallow in it for eons. You should thank me; I made him survive this long. Do you know how many times he tried to end his life only so that he could meet you in the afterlife?"
She smiled. "Too many times that I now have lost count of them, and I made him survive every- single- time. And every time he tried, he was driven further away from everything."
Harry felt the chill spread through his bone, "What did you do?" he tried not to let his feeling shown, but he was not very successful by the look he was receiving.
"Oh, you want to know?" she smiled and put a finger against her lips "nothing much, only a portion here and there to make his magic unstable… perhaps a few false or twisted memories, sweet words whispering into his dreams. He sadly took notice of this, but by then it was too late, the idiot then sealed his memories, but that did not matter. Honestly, it was so easy to manipulate the memories of his so-called family instead of you. Did you know that he was adopted, and they never once told him?" she laughed out gleefully. "It was a perfect time with that one, it was the one thing that made him lose it, and my master finally got his hands on him. The rest is history, as they say. " Sigurd waved a hand in the air
"Why are you doing this?" Harry gritted out; he felt how the binding around his wrist started to loosen up as his magic pushed and pushed even more at the rope as he tried to direct his anger to them instead. To hear this…. to listen to the pain Loki had to go through alone was eating him up inside with guilt.
"For Alfheim's future, of course" she stared at him like he had grown a second head. " Why else would I do anything like this?"
But that could not be her only goal, Harry thought; there was no way that his aunt would ever be able to ascend the throne of Alfheim. After trying to kill Harald, she was a traitor and had a death sentence on the spot all over the realms. There was no way that she could take the throne, and even if she managed to kill all those that stood in the way, there was still the matter of blood bonding to the realm. There was a reason why only the highest and most powerful Fae would be allowed on the throne. They had absolute power over it.
The other thing about the realm was that it needed a woman to charge over the land; the queen had the highest rank in Alfheims. If Harry wasn't mistaken, Harald had a little sister who probably was the next in line for the throne. Even with her ties to the royal family, Sigurd had been cut out and branded as a blood traitor. So, she could not even take a single step into the realm without the whole environment there trying to kill her.
"Oh, do not look at me like that," Sigurd sighed, "it is not like I've forgotten that my sister banned me," she spat at him; her eyes suddenly starting to shine with insanity.
Harry could feel a drop of sweat travel down his neck, and the feeling grounded him as his wrist had gone numb by the magic he circulated there. Sigurd's whole face had now changed as she giggled and took a string of Harry's hair in her hand, wiggling it around her fingers.
"But there is a way, a very legitimate and brilliant way to make it all alright, and I will be welcomed back with open arms."
Harry kept quiet as she continued; it was like she had held onto this information for eons, and she probably had, and now she could not bear to keep it to herself anymore. "I still have you, and with your soulmate in our control, it will be more than easy to breed a new heir to the throne that will take over when all the others are dead." Harry stiffened, eyes slowly widening in shock, bindings momentarily forgotten.
" W-what?"
Sigurd grinned down at him. "You heard me, think about it! A child combined from the long-lost heir to Alfheim, reincarnated or not, you still have the magic inside of you, and that is enough. And then we have your true mate from the royal jotun line; he is practically a descendent from the original giants! the power of the child will be unlimited." Sigurd cheered and could barely hold it together, but then she calmed down and tilted her head as she looked down at Harry with a questioning look," The question is, who is going to be the carrier?"
Harry tried to get a grip of what she implied, but his mind had stopped working in the middle of her rant. He could feel a shimmer from the other side of Loki's bond that he had suddenly felt after, checking that it still was there even if both sides were blocked. Harry knew about Loki's shapeshifting ability from Harald's memories; he had seen him as a woman in them. Yet he had never thought that he himself could…. Nope, no way, he was not going down that path right now because there was no way that he could even bear a child! He was a male, dangly bits and all, and not a shapeshifter as far as he knew.
"Anyway," Sigurd continued her monologue, "The throne would recognize the potential in that child without any problem; honestly, I never understood the Asgardians' hatred towards the jotun as they are the creators of worlds. Although, of course, it is not like it is them that starts all the wars around the realms," she continued, letting go of him as she rose, "but the gods have always feared what they don't know, and sadly that is many things."
It was the last strand that made Harry's magic snap; the rope around his wrist disintegrated by the pure intensity of his magic. Then, tearing it away from the bonds, Harry hit her straight in the face without any warning.
Sigurd was thrown back into the wall on the other side of the church; the surface cracked behind her. Fury coursed through Harry in heavy waves that made the shadows around him dance and wiggle in joy at his outburst. Harry snarled as the wind all around him started to pick up as magic lashed out of him in waves. He could feel his creature blood boil as he slowly forced his body forward with a snap as his wings flared out, the shadows behind him fueled by the dark realm. It was like Death was there to egg him on, to make him do what he needed to do.
Harry's movements felt so light like he didn't have a body, as he slammed into his aunt that was once again flung away from him, not even given her a chance to react. But this time, Harry's hand around her neck as he followed her movement.
Harry barely had the time to dodge the next attack, and he had to let go of her to be able to jump back, narrowly avoiding the cutting spell. Sigurd laughed after she recovered from the attack and had now collected magic in her hands. Silver fog sent electrical wires along her arms as she chanted another spell and sent it rushing towards Harry.
A vast shimmering shield immediately formed before him as he raised his arms instinctively, and the blast slammed into it. There was no way Harry would let her live a third time, the anger was fueling his magic, but it was also eating it away fast. Even now, he could feel how the drain was more significant than what he could collect in his core as he was now battling with his Asgardian magic. So, he drew another wind barrier before him, slicing her attack in the middle, canceling it on the spot.
Sweat ran down his temple, and his breathing was heavy. He had to act fast. Harry had been trained to battle almost all of his life. Contrary to Harald, he had sharpened his senses and instincts in the war. Harald had only known peace and only learned to fight as a cause from his upbringing. But Harry Potter had been on the front-line of one, and as a result, he knew what to do.
A new energy blast hit a bench that exploded, wood flying in all directions, and Harry quickly fired an attack back that missed her by an inch.
"Do you have a problem, little Harald?" Sigurd taunted as she sauntered forward; the silvery energy gathered around her and made stones and wooden planks lift from the ground. She held out her hand and threw them at him. Harry ducked, rolled back on his feet and sent a stunner her way, missing.
"Not really," Harry answered as he flung another spell at her, making her jump behind a pillar to take cover. "Has anyone told you that you talk too much?"
"You…!" She hissed angrily, but collected herself as she took a step back, staring at him as they started to walk in a circle over the rubble and destruction they had created.
"Don't get full of yourself."
Harry bent his finger and tried to get the stiffness out of them, the magic use had started to take a toll on his body, and he had no idea how long he could last like this. He needed to end this fast, and he knew that only one of them would walk out of here alive.
"I have always hated you, ever since the day you were born. The whole kingdom praised the firstborn son, he who had the mark of Death!" The last words that came out of her were said with such a coldness, her eyes darkened a shade as she glared at him. "How can Death even choose an heir that way? But you… You .., a mere babe, were worthy of his gaze? Don't make me laugh! And now you are trying to steal Death away from my master?"
Harry felt the magic quickly flow out of him as he began to concentrate on a protective barrier as her next blow struck it, creating a ringing sound that vibrated through his arms and caused his legs to almost bend. He stared angrily up at her, and his lips were pulled back in a sneer, showing off his now pointier canines as the creature blood brought forth more and more animalistic features.
"I never wanted to be Death's Heir!" Harry shouted and tried to push her away with a last effort. Sigurd stumbled back before she quickly found her balance again, not going down that easily.
"LIAR!"
The stone underneath Harry's feet vibrated and broke apart as they tried to swallow him whole. He jumped back further away from her and the ground.
"No!" Harry bit back, "I would cast the title away if I could," black mist began to spread itself up Harry's legs, and the darkness within him began to grow. He felt how it nibbled at his heart, begging him to use it, begging him to kill her, to feed them.
"Lies, and more lies!" she screamed angrily with that high-pitched voice.
The next attack caused Harry to lose control of his protective barrier, which shattered into a thousand, tiny pieces. There was a big difference between seidr energy and the magic he practiced here on earth. They were similar in many ways, but not how they needed to be used and circulated in the body.
Seidr energy cannot come from nothing, just as the earth magic inside of him came from himself. And if he was starting to feel the drain, he was sure that she also felt it, as she was panting as hard as him. So, Harry ducked another attack and responded with his own, which in turn, hit Sigurd on the leg, and the other one created a deep wound on her arm.
Harry took the opportunity to breathe and gather strength; his legs felt like jelly, his fingers tingled, and he had lost all feeling in them since the second attack. Then, suddenly, the whole church shook as something hit the roof, slammed down right before them, and caused a small earthquake.
Harry staggered back in shock, his wings in front of him, acting as a shield from the debris that was now raining down on him as the roof caved in; dust filled the church as the occupants tried to keep their balance. He backed away a few steps when he heard movement see in the middle of all the devastation and caught glimpses of something that slowly grew, only getting bigger and bigger.
Harry was frozen in place as he saw standing in front of them. The green monster slowly raised itself to its full glory, now in the middle of the crater it had created, its head held high. The green thing shook off the dust like it was freshly fallen snow, and Harry got the feeling that the beast hadn't even noticed that it had landed right in the middle of a duel.
Harry pulled back his wings, and felt his whole body shake in the effort that began to weigh him down as the darkness pulled away from him. Harry breathed heavily and swayed where he stood, but he did not let his gaze fall from the enormous monster that was straightening up. Instead, he noticed how his aunt glared up aat it with a snarl on her face.
"Your filthy beast," She bellowed, catching the attention of the green monster.
Harry could suddenly feel the raw energy pulsing from the beast; it was like nothing he had ever felt before. It was not magic - that much he knew. Harry suddenly saw his aunt raise her hand, and a tint of red swirled in her palm. It was the only warning before she sent a red blast of energy at the green monster that couldn't possibly survive a direct hit.
"Watch out!" Harry shouted in warning, but it was too late to get away from the blast. So, like the fool with a hero complex that he was, Harry did the first thing that came into his mind and apparated right in front of the creature. A bell-like sound rang out as the spell hit the protective barrier he had flung up. Harry's wings spread out both in a defensive motion but also for stabilising himself.
The blue barrier shivered before breaking down seconds later, leaving Harry gasping for some much-needed air. It felt like his body was on fire as the exhaustion came over him, and he felt how his body was suddenly slumping forward. For a second, his vision blurred, and Sigurd took advantage of this without hesitation.
A spell hit him hard and sent him crashing back into the green being behind him, that hadn't moved since he had landed in the midst of their battle.
Harry felt how the air was stuck in his lungs as his vision blacked out for a second. When his sight came back, it was invaded with green, as large biceps, almost as big as his own body, covered him, warm arms wrapped securely around him and his wings that were tucked in behind his back. He didn't even want to think of how many feathers would need to be put back in place after this fight. It would be a absolute nightmare.
"That's enough from you, you dull creature; this has nothing to do with you," Sigurd ordered from somewhere to the side, but Harry could not pinpoint her position as his head swirled and the black dots inside his field do vision had started to grow.
Suddenly, a roar of anger shook the room and the chest that Harry was held close to, and he had to put his hands over his ears so not to damage his hearing. The roar made everything shudder in pure power as the green monster voiced his displeasure at being talked to like that. The hulking, green being suddenly crouched around him, and Harry's eyes widened in surprise and shock before his aunt's attack was fired at them. He could not even vocalise a warning before his green protector was hit. Instead, Harry could both hear and feel the green one grunt in pain.
What happened next was all a blur; Harry felt the launching feeling in his stomach, and in the next second, the beast had hit his aunt so hard rhat she had been flung away like a broken doll. The silence that came after was deafening; it was almost the worst, most anti-climactic ending he ever had thought could happen to her. Yet, he could not find a drop of sympathy even to care.
He could also feel the deep and calm breaths of his protector and heard the green monster snort contentedly as his aunt remained lifeless on the ground. Not only had the being survived a direct hit of magic, but he had thrown her away with such force that she now lay limp on the ground.
Harry hoped it was okay, as he could not even feel his legs or arms. If it were not for the green creature holding him in his arms, he would indeed have collapsed on the ground in a boneless pile. The adrenaline was still boiling in his veins and was guaranteed to be the only thing that was keeping him awake right now. He could feel the big beast move quickly, and Harry suddenly stared up into the neon green eyes that stared down at him. He could feel a wave of simmering anger in the beast's energy, but what surprised Harry was that none of it was directed at him.
" Fairy, alright?" a low voice grunted out.
Harry blinked, dumbfounded as the green being talked, "yes… ah… thank you?"
The green one grunted and started to walk out of there, irritation filled his face as he looked up at the sky, and Harry had no idea why or what he was looking at. And in that moment, he could not muster up the energy to care. Perhaps he could let himself breathe for a minute and accept that the green monster had not put him down yet.
Harry looked over to the body of his aunt that was no longer moving, and breathed out; a strangely satisfying feeling welled up inside of him as it was finally over.
"What's your name?" Harry suddenly asked, dragging the green one's attention to him. His eyes were even greener than his own, like the glowing neon signs of cities late at night.
"Hulk," he grunted as he started to walk out of there, not letting go of Harry as he did, and before Harry even could think of what Hulk was planning, Hulk suddenly started to run and took a giant leap in the air like a bloody masssive green grasshopper. Harry would forever deny the high-pitched scream that was ripped out of him as he clung to Hulk's arm as they shot up in the air - not even giving Harry a choice in whether he wanted to come with or not.