Heaven Sent (Loki/Asgard Fanfiction - Aislinn's Story)

Chapter Twenty-Two

The rain was gone by the time Aislinn opened her eyes the next morning. Sun sliced through the slit between the dark blue curtains to cut a swath along the pale blue carpeting. Steve was still sound asleep behind her, his arm draped about her waist.

The room was comfortably cool, his bed was soft, the pillows were perfect, and she was happy to just lie there, enjoying every last minute of it. There was something to be said about the perfection that was the trifecta of soft bed, perfect pillows, and warm man. If she could wake up this way every morning, life would also be perfect.

Wait. Not only could she wake up this way every morning, she would do just that. Steve asked her to marry him. She would spend the rest of her life this way, waking up in his arms and thanking all the gods of all the realms for bringing him into her life.

It was difficult to blame Jenna for her dogged determination to win Steve back. Aislinn certainly would do her damnedest to do the same, should that ever happen. But at the same time, her sympathy only went so far. Now, she just wanted Jenna to leave them alone.

"You'll see," a smug note crept into Jenna's otherwise calm voice," he and I belong together. Steve knows it. He's just mad at me and using you to try to make me jealous."

"I don't think so," Aislinn responded, wishing Jenna could see her roll her eyes at the ludicrous thought. "He's asked me to marry him, Jenna. I don't think that is a typical reaction for a man trying to make his ex-girlfriend jealous."

Dead silence.

Then, "Steve proposed to you?"

"He did. And I said yes. So, please, just leave us alone."

"You're lying. Steve has never wanted to get married before."

"Well, he does now. And if you ever cared for him, even just a little bit, you'll do the right thing and leave him alone."

Another brief silence. Then--

"You fucking bitch! How--how dare you? How dare you take him away from me! No whore bitch is taking my man away from me and you'll see--"

"Enough." Aislinn broke in. "I'm finished being nice and I'm finished being polite. Leave us alone or else I will make you wish you had."

"You don't scare me--"

Aislinn hung up. The phone immediately rang again. And again. And again. Until finally, Aislinn had had enough. A swish of her hand, and the land line was gone, poofed into the trunk of her Jetta. But it was too late. The headache already took root.

She turned to look over at him. A sigh rose to her lips. There really were no words to describe just how she felt about him. She thought she'd loved Andreas. But what she felt for him was nothing compared to what she felt for Steve. What she felt for the man lying beside her ran far deeper, much stronger, than any love she'd ever thought she'd felt before. It almost frightened her, because it happened so quickly, and with such strength, such passion. How was that even possible?

Because she was half-Midgardian and believed in soul-mates, just as her mother did.

Steven Christopher Molinaro was her soul-mate.

He was the man she was meant to find.

"And I am so glad that I found you," she murmured.

"Me, too," he whispered back.

Heat stung her cheeks. "I didn't--how long have you been awake?"

His eyelids fluttered and then rose and he smiled sleepily. "Since you moved." As he spoke, he reached for her, easing his arm about her waist to tug her back to his chest. "This is much better."