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

Chapter Sixty-Five

Aislinn wanted to thunk her head against the door. Dave Mauro just wouldn't take the hint that Tracy didn't want to see him and refused to budge from Steve's front porch. Taking a deep breath, she pulled open the door and glared at the man standing there. "Enough, Dave. You need to go home now."

"Aislinn," Dave's dark eyes were watery, "please... she's my wife and I want to talk to her."

"Tell him to drop dead," Tracy called from the kitchen. "I've got nothing to say to that lying worm."

Aislinn let out her deep breath in a slow, aggravated sigh. "Tracy, you should talk to him. This is ridiculous and Steve's not going to be happy if he's got your husband on his front porch all night. Someone is going to call the cops."

"Let them. I don't give a shit."

"Tracy, you don't have to patch things up with him, but you do need to talk to him."

Tracy sat at the kitchen table, a cup of coffee in front of her that Aislinn suspected was beyond cold by now. She looked exhausted, with dark circles under her eyes and her hair falling out of its messy bun. It was almost three and she'd only rolled out of bed an hour or so ago.

Lifting her eyes to Aislinn, Tracy said, "If I look at him, I'm going to barf."

Aislinn turned back to Dave. "Go home and wait for her to call you. She'll talk to you when she's ready."

"No. I want to talk to her now. This isn't any of your business, you know. You're not even family, you're just the girl Steve's banging for now. So go and get my wife."

Gritting her teeth and clenching both hands to keep from showing Dave exactly what she thought of his suggestion, she met his gaze with a steely stare and said, "Get off my front porch or I'll be the one calling the police."

"Your front porch?" Dave let out a laugh. "Really? Last I checked, this was Steve's townhouse. Now, Tracy," he stepped up to call through the screen, "just talk to me, baby, okay?"

"Baby? Are you fucking nuts?" Tracy's chair groaned as she shoved it back and stood to march over to stand next to Aislinn. "I have nothing to say to you. Absolutely nothing. I caught you, dickhead! With your pants down and your cock where it didn't belong! How the fuck are you explaining that?"

Aislinn winced and although Dave flinched, he said, "It was a mistake, Trace."

"Really? Your dick accidentally ended up in someone else's snatch? Really? I hate when that happens." Her eyes narrowed. "Fuck. Off."

"Tracey," he reached for the door handle, "just listen to me, okay? I'm sorry."

"You need to go now," Aislinn broke in before he could open the door. "She wants you to leave and I want you to leave. You need to leave."

"You need to mind your own business." Dave yanked open the door and stepped into the foyer. "She's my wife and I want to talk to her."

"And this is as much my house as it is Steve's and I'm telling you," Aislinn stepped up, pressing her hand flat against the middle of his chest, "you need to leave."

He looked down at her hand, then back at her. "I beg your pardon?"

"You heard me. You need to leave. Now."

"Get out of my way."

"No."

"I mean it. Mind your own business and get out of my way!"

As he said this, Dave shoved her backward. Aislinn stumbled, lost her footing, and landed hard on her backside, while Tracy pounced, throwing a punch that connected solidly with Dave's jaw.