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

Chapter Thirty-Five

For Aislinn, travel by Bifrost was as natural to her as driving a car was to Midgardians. But for Steve, it proved to be something of a challenge. He crushed her to him, groaning softly as they whipped through the universe faster than even the speed of light.

When her feet touched, she stepped out easily. Steve stumbled, lost his balance, slammed into her, and knocked them both to the ground. He landed flat atop her, squashing her as her "Ooof!" echoed through Heimdall's chamber, and brought a chuckle to his lips.

"Welcome home, Princess Aislinn."

"Holy shit, Ash." Steve's voice was half-nauseated groan, half-disbelief. "Are you okay?"

"I think so." She managed to smile up at him. Then, at the sight of his somewhat greenish complexion, she added, "Are you all right?"

"I don't know. Is the room spinning?"

"No."

"I think I'm gonna puke."

Quick as the lightning, she rolled away from him and wiggled her fingers to make a bucket appear in front of him. And not a moment too soon, as he swore softly and was sick. Bifrost travel didn't agree with everyone and he probably still had a touch of a hangover. Either way, she swallowed hard and moved over to rub his back.

He went quiet and she looked up at Heimdall. "He had a rough night last night."

Steve sank back. "I just want to die right now."

A wave of her hand and she held out a can of ginger ale. "My mom swears by ginger ale when your stomach's a mess."

"Thanks, babe." He took the can, popped the tab, managed a sip and groaned as he sagged against the foot of Heimdall's dais. "I'm not putting a good foot forward for Midgardians, am I?"

"I promise not to tell anyone." She knelt beside him. "Feeling better?"

Another sip and he nodded. "Yeah. I think I'm okay."

She waved her hand, the bucket vanished, and helped him slowly to his feet. As he stood, he looked over his shoulder at Heimdall, who offered up a serene smile and said, "Welcome to Asgard, Mr. Molinaro."

"Thanks. Sorry about the whole sick thing."

"Worry not about it. You aren't the first."

Steve sighed and raked his hand through his hair. "At least the room's stopped spinning." He looked up and his eyes went wide at the gold numbers, letters, and symbols woven through the gold dome above them. "Holy shit..." he whispered. "This really does exist."

"Did you think I was making it up?" She slipped her arm through his and hugged it to her. "Wait until you see where I live."

"Lead the way."

She did just that and they stepped out of the gatehouse into a glorious Asgardian autumn day. The sun blazed in a cloudless sky, and the breeze held the chill that suggested winter wasn't far off. The Bifrost leading from the gatehouse to Asgard proper radiated color beneath their feet and Steve slipped his arm from her grasp to move closer to the edge.

Normally placid and calm, the Asgard Sea was whitecapped and foamy today, waves dashing up against the sharp, lethal-looking rocks jutting up from the water along the coastline. Spray reached as far as the bridge, and Aislinn held her breath as she stepped up to him and the spray misted against her forehead. "Take care, Steve. I don't think you'd survive a fall."

"Damn." His voice was low, breathless with disbelief. "You live here?"

"It's not much, but it's home."