That was actually the first crossover (Loki/Helen) that I finished and I quite like it. It's short but let me know what you think anyway.


She shouldn't be here. She really shouldn't be there. She should be the one stopping him. Or trying at least. Instead she just stood there, staring at him with tears in her eyes.

He stared at her, unsure of what to do next. He looked her up and down, deciding on the next step.

"Leave." He murmured, looking her square in the eyes.

She didn't back down, didn't look away and she only shook her head, almost a bit too violently. She was not going to leave. No way.

"Leave!" He shouted, nearly yelling now but she still wouldn't move a bit.

Why wouldn't she leave? Why would she want to stay?

"I can't leave. I shouldn't even be here but I can't leave. I can't…" She spoke firmly although she was nearly choking on her tears.

She tried her hardest to contain her trembling and she clenched her fists.

He sighed, closing his eyes for a brief moment before studying her carefully. Then he stepped closer to her slowly, almost like a predator but somehow not as scary and intimidating. She looked up at him, her gaze never leaving his until he came to a stop right in front of her.

"Why can't you just leave?"

She smiled sadly. She didn't remember why she had been crying earlier and it didn't matter, either.

"Does it matter?"

"No." He said, pausing briefly, "I don't want to kill you."

"Then don't."

"But you will try to stop me and then I will have to fight you … and kill you."

"So you're asking me to stay out of it so you can have your way?"

"And keep you alive."

"Why do you care?"

He knew that he should have expecting this question but he hadn't. He was a little taken aback by it.

"Does it matter?" He grinned at her, throwing her own question back at her.

"No." She answered, pausing for a few seconds, "I don't want to kill you, either."

"You can't."

"It doesn't matter." She whispered and looked down.

He watched her in silence for a moment and almost smiled. He was not supposed to have a soft spot on anyone, yet here he was, growing soft on her.

"Don't be sad." He whispered, taking another step forward as he placed a hand under her chin to gently lift her head up.

She smiled sadly.

"You're growing soft, Loki…"

"Don't get used to it… You should have left."

"Don't worry. I know I shouldn't and I won't … You knew I wouldn't leave. You hoped but you knew better."

"Like you are not here right now?"

She looked up at him and bit her lip briefly before withdrawing from his touch. She couldn't do this. He was the enemy. This was wrong. This shouldn't be happening. She turned around and walked a step but couldn't go any further. He had grabbed her arm and took the new step between them to stand right behind her. She was tall but still way smaller than him.

They stood there like that for a couple of minutes, neither one breaking the silence or the contact between them. He bent down so that his cheek was touching hers.

"I'm sorry." He whispered and she closed her eyes.

She believed him. Maybe that was the worst part of it all. She shouldn't believe him; shouldn't enjoy their proximity but she did.

He softly kissed her neck once and felt her sharp intake of breath. He smiled and left without another word, leaving her standing behind – crying.

He shouldn't have a soft spot on her.

She shouldn't have a soft spot on him.

But they had.