The Weight of Immortality - CH - 28 (Patreon)

As Harry and Hela continued their cosmic journey, venturing deeper into the unknown realms, they became more than just travelers—they became legends. Both of them underwent transformations that no other beings could endure. With each experiment, each serum, and each encounter with ancient and advanced alien races, their bodies and powers evolved. What started as curiosity turned into a journey of self-discovery and enhancement, pushing the limits of what their bodies could withstand.

For Harry, the greatest accomplishment wasn’t just mastering alien technology or unlocking new powers. His true joy came when, after years of trials and tests, he succeeded in the one experiment that meant the most to him: giving Hela his immortality.

For a long time, Harry had carried the weight of his immortality alone. As the Master of Death, he had achieved true eternal life in every sense. But despite his power, a lingering fear had haunted him—he feared that one day, Hela would grow old and die, leaving him to live out eternity alone. It was a thought that terrified him, and it was this fear that had driven him to start his experiments in the first place. He wanted to give her something more, something that would bind them together for all time.

It wasn’t easy. Hela, though powerful and nearly indestructible, was still Asgardian by nature. Her lifespan, though long, was finite—about 5,000 years, give or take. To Harry, that wasn’t enough. He wanted eternity with her, and he refused to accept anything less.

After countless experiments, he finally unlocked the secret. Using a combination of ancient magic, alien blood, and his own power as the Master of Death, Harry managed to transfer his immortality to Hela. The process had been dangerous and exhausting, but it worked. Hela was now, in every sense, just like him—immortal.

The moment she realized it, the joy on her face was indescribable. She had always been confident in her power, but now she was beyond the limitations of time itself. They were no longer bound by the constraints of mortality. They would live forever, side by side.

"I’ve done it, Hela," Harry said softly, looking at her with a mixture of pride and relief. "You’ll never grow old. You’ll never die. We’re bound together for eternity."

Hela gazed at him, her eyes filled with an emotion that went beyond words. She approached him slowly, wrapping her arms around his neck and pulling him close. "I knew you’d find a way," she whispered, her voice thick with emotion. "But I never imagined it would feel like this."

Harry smiled, resting his forehead against hers. "I couldn’t bear the thought of losing you. I did this for us—for our future."

"We’ll have all the time in the universe now," Hela said, her lips curling into a smile. "There’s no need to rush anything. We can explore every star, every planet, every realm—and we’ll never have to say goodbye."

"That was the point," Harry replied, chuckling softly. "We’ll always have each other."

And just like that, their journey continued, but now it was different. They no longer felt the weight of time pressing down on them. They were free—free to live, to explore, to love without the fear of loss or the passage of years.

The universe was vast, and they had all of eternity to see it. Together.

As they prepared for their next adventure aboard The Marauders, Hela turned to Harry, her eyes gleaming with excitement. "So, what’s next?"

Harry smiled, pulling her close. "Anywhere you want, love. The cosmos is ours."

With a grin, she added, "Let’s make the universe remember the names of Haraldin Peverell and Hela Peverell of Helhiem."

And so, they ventured onward, immortal and unstoppable, bound by love and magic, with the stars as their only limit.

As Harry and Hela ventured further into the cosmos, whispers began to reach their ears from every corner of the galaxy—a name spoken in fear and dread: Thanos, the Mad Titan. Rumors spread like wildfire about the destruction he left in his wake, his philosophy of “balance,” and his brutal solution to overpopulation. Thanos, the lone survivor of his ravaged world, had taken it upon himself to bring death to countless civilizations. With his armies, he would descend upon planets, wiping out half their populations in the name of mercy and survival.

Hela was enraged when she first heard the stories. Her blood boiled at the thought of such tyranny. She had spent centuries in chains under the control of others—she knew what it meant to be shackled by the will of another. Now, free and more powerful than ever before, she had made a promise to herself: never again. No one would control her, and no one would bring destruction in her presence without facing her wrath.

“I’m going to find this Thanos,” Hela declared one evening aboard The Marauders, her voice cold and resolute. “I will end him myself.”

Harry looked up from his work, studying her for a moment. He could see the fire in her eyes, the unyielding determination. He had seen it many times before, but something about this was different. “You’re serious about this,” he remarked.

Hela turned to him, her expression unyielding. “He slaughters half the universe to feed his delusion. I won’t let that stand. I have more than enough power to make him kneel. And if he won’t… I’ll bury him.”

Harry nodded thoughtfully. He knew better than to try and talk her out of it. Hela was not the type to let something go once she set her mind to it. “We’ll find him,” he promised. “But we have to be careful. Thanos doesn’t move alone—he has armies, ships, and followers who would die for him.”

“I’m not afraid of armies,” Hela said with a dangerous smile. “Not anymore. Let them come.”

And indeed, as they continued their travels, they encountered many tyrants who thought they could make Hela or Harry pawns in their grand games. Some sought to subjugate them, thinking their power was enough to control them. Others believed they could manipulate the couple to further their own ambitions. But they all underestimated who they were dealing with. One by one, those tyrants lay buried or burned, their once-mighty fortresses reduced to rubble, their armies scattered or obliterated.

Hela, with her newfound strength, had become a force of nature. No army could touch her; no weapon could harm her. Her mastery over death, combined with the upgrades she had gained through Harry’s experiments, made her nearly unstoppable. She had transcended her former self, now a being of raw power and fury.

Harry, too, had grown far beyond the limits of a mere wizard. He had always been a master of magic, but now, with his deep understanding of both magic and technology, he had become something more—an architect of reality itself. Together, they were an unstoppable force, and the galaxy began to take notice.

“I made a promise to myself,” Hela said one day, her voice low but deadly. “I will never be chained again. No one controls me, not even a ‘Mad Titan.’”

Harry smirked. “And no one will,” he said. “Not while we’re together.”

Their journey continued, but now they had a new goal in mind: finding Thanos. The Mad Titan would soon learn that there were forces in the universe even he couldn’t control. Forces that wouldn’t kneel, wouldn’t submit, and wouldn’t rest until they had seen justice served.

The cosmos was vast, but Harry and Hela were patient. They had time. And when they finally met Thanos, they would show him the true meaning of power.

As Harry's mastery over magic deepened, his experiments unlocked a terrifyingly powerful ability: the opening of portals to the infinite multiverse. Each world they discovered was both familiar and yet profoundly different from their own—some minor variations, some major shifts in events, characters, and histories. Harry and Hela marveled at the endless possibilities.

In some of these alternate realities, it was Odin who was slain by Hela in a violent clash of ambition and power. In others, Hela was born a male, rising to claim a mantle of chaos in Asgard. These multiverses reflected echoes of their own experiences but shifted, showing how delicate the threads of fate truly were. However, what intrigued them most was that in none of these realms did they encounter a version of Haraldin—Harry's own magical persona. His presence, his power, seemed unique to their own universe.

Despite their fascination with these alternate worlds, Harry and Hela began to feel an unsettling truth sinking in. They had ventured so far into the arcane, breached so many barriers of reality, that they found themselves trapped. No longer could they return to the world they once called home. As they traveled through the infinite realms, they realized that simply appearing in these alternate timelines altered the course of events—disrupting the natural flow of time and history itself.

"It’s like a loop," Harry said one day as they stood on the deck of The Marauders, looking out at the swirling patterns of space beyond their portal. "The more we explore, the more we change everything. Our presence is too powerful for these realities."

Hela, ever calm yet seething with her own sense of frustration, nodded. "We’ve become gods, Harry. But gods without a home. Everywhere we go, we disrupt the balance. We are forces too great to simply exist within the timelines."

Harry sighed, the weight of his discoveries bearing down on him. "I respected the flow of time, the delicate balance of cause and effect. Now, just by stepping foot into a new world, I can feel the threads unravel. We can't go back, and yet…"

"We cannot stay here either," Hela finished for him. Her voice was firm but edged with the bitterness of their situation. "We’re omnipotent, but chained. Every move we make ripples across the multiverse, and we can no longer move freely without causing chaos."

For the first time in years, they felt stuck. Their powers, once the key to exploring the farthest reaches of existence, had now become their prison. They had tapped into something so vast and cosmic that it transcended mere power—it was control over the very fabric of reality itself. And that came with consequences.

"What do we do?" Hela asked, her green eyes sharp as ever, though laced with an emotion she rarely showed: uncertainty.

Harry leaned against the railing, staring out into the cosmic abyss. "We must find a way to exist outside of time," he murmured. "A way where our presence won’t disrupt the natural order. But even if we can… what does that mean for us? Are we truly free anymore? Or are we bound to wander this vast multiverse, knowing we can never go back?"

They stood in silence for a while, feeling the weight of their predicament. The infinite realms stretched before them, each one offering tantalizing mysteries and infinite possibilities, but none that could offer them peace.

Harry turned to Hela. "I started all of this to find answers, to protect you, to give us something beyond our limits. But now… now we’ve become something beyond control."

Hela, ever the warrior, placed a hand on Harry’s shoulder. "We’ve always faced challenges, Harry. This is just another one. We’ll find a way. We always do."

But even as she spoke, they both knew the enormity of the task ahead. They had delved so deep into the mysteries of magic, time, and existence that the very fabric of the cosmos seemed to be rejecting them. And though they had all the power in the world—or rather, in all worlds—they realized that power without purpose was a weight they had never anticipated carrying.

And so, they continued their journey, moving further into the multiverse. Searching for answers, searching for a way to reconcile the immense power they had attained with the need to preserve the balance of reality itself. They would never stop searching, for they had become more than just beings of flesh and blood—they had become forces. But with that transformation came the eternal question: what do gods do when even time and space bend to their will?

Perhaps, in the vast infinity of worlds, they would find that answer. Or perhaps the journey was the answer itself.