AN: First Fanfiction so I could use some advice. This is my first time posting my writing anywhere so I'm not sure how this will go out. I obviously have no Beta but there shouldn't be to many spelling mistakes. This story started out as a really messed up dream that sprouted wings and took flight.

Disclaimer: Harry Potter nor any other stories mentioned in this belong to me. If they did I wouldn't be posting this here now would I?

Prolouge

? POV

For the six thousand seven hundred and twenty second time I'm lying on the ground in a pool of my own blood. Not that I really care, as it's my own fault like many other times, but I just can't help feeling like I'm going through the motions. I'm going to come here, meet people and they'll die. Either because of their own stupidity or because of my inaction. Though why I should act in the first place is a complete mystery.

I mean, if you want to create a two-ton mega bomb capable of destoying planets by all means go ahead. Maybe I'll die in the blast, hopefully. Or, if you want to die in a religious supernova and drag me along in some warped sense of respect and duty, sure I'm game.

A rattled sigh escapes me, getting caught in my broken chest cavity and coming out in wheezy gasps. I don't need to breath anymore, but it's more habit than anything else. Something that puts others at ease, I guess. Assures people that I'm not to much of a threat. That I still need something to go on. I still felt pain though. You think that after gaining immortality such a little thing like 'pain' wouldn't be a big deal, but it is.

Needless to say my pain tolerance is ridiculous.

Which is why i'm not screaming like a bitch from all the fractures and muscle tears I currently have.

My eyes finish healing and I can finally take a look around. Not that there's much to see. I mean, there's just ice, wind, icy wind, and sleet. That, and steep cliffs and some weird ass grey whale looking thing burrowing through the ice. Back when there were whales that is. My chest snaps back in place just as a giant blue humanoid walks up to me carrying a blue spear. He takes one look at my... pitiful state, shall we say, and stabs me in the head.

My vision is gone again, not that I care.

I'm really getting tired of this.

Laufey POV

The... Thing before me let out an annoyed sigh as I stabbed it to save it from further misery. Its entire body was mangled beyond recognition, and what little that was recognizable screamed warrior, and thus needed to die. But it didn't die. So I stabbed it again. A single green eye, a color I had only seen on Earth, blinked at me from the ground. A pop sounded as the bones of its' jaw snapped in place.

"Are you done stabbing me? I can assure you it won't work." It said, its voice sounding garbled from its torn throat, but I could tell there was an undernote of commanding beauty to it. I blinked at the creature in disbelief and stabbed it again.

"Sigh... I'll take that as a no. Well, have at it till you get bored. I guess." The thing said.

And so I did.

A little time passed, and if anyone were to look at King Laufey of Jotunheim at that moment they would've thought him insane. After all, stabbing an obviously dead body has no point.

"You done now?" the thing asked as I sat down to breath. It wouldn't die no matter what I did to it. I tried burning, stabbing, and freezing. Its body just reformed from whatever state it was in. Its body, now that it was givven some time, resembled a human of rather petite poportions. It wasn't even six feet tall! Its white skin was covered in scars, a particularly strange one that resembled a lightning rune almost covered by its long pitch black hair on its forehead. I stared at it, and it stared at me with black and green eyes.

Its eyes really were strange. They were just so green. And those strange black lines coming out of the pupil...

"Do you mind telling me where I am?" the Thing asked.

"What are you?" I asked it instead. The thing raised a slender arched eyebrow at me, and turned motionless as it stared at me with those unnerving green eyes.

"I'm Death's Master." The Thing said. "And I'm not a thing. I guess you could say my species was a brand of human, but they're all gone now. Have been for a while."

I stared at it, and laughed. There was absolutely no way this puny human could be anything but a weakling.

At least I thought that until I found myself suspended in the air. The thrill of the fight burst through me, and I tried turn to stab at the little human, but I could only move enough to look at the human. Its unnerving eyes were glowing and a terrifying smirk lay upon its face.

"You need proof right?"

And everything turned dark.

AN: And that's it for the prolouge. This will be a multi-chapter fic, but as school's almost out updates shouldn't be a problem. If you have any advice please post a review with it. This will be eventual yaoi, so if you don't like that sort of thing leave now.