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

Chapter Seventy-Nine

       

Steve wasn't exactly sure what to expect, despite Aislinn's assurances that he had nothing to worry about. But as he stood there on the immense golden balcony alongside her, his blood still roared through his ears. This was far more unnerving than standing up in front of a gym filled with teenagers, or in front of a classroom demonstrating the proper way to put on a condom to a bunch of googly-eyed freshmen.

Loki stood at the front of the balcony, at the gold rail, dressed in his formal armor, as Aislinn described it. Black and green leather. A lot of gold. A golden helmet with curved horns. A staff—Aislinn called it Gungnir—in one hand. Formal armor, of course.

At his side was Queen McKenna and the crowd went wild for her. Asgard loved their queen. And when they caught sight of Aislinn, the cheers only grew. She was their sweetheart.

His wife.

Steve cast a sidelong glance at her. She was serene and stoic as she waved, her beautiful black hair woven into a French braid. Christopher was in her arms, wide-eyed as he stared at his father. Steve smiled as he turned to touch Christopher's cheek. So soft. Then Christopher smiled—gas, probably, but Steve didn't care. A smile was a smile and when Chris smiled, a dimple showed in his right cheek.

Down below, it seemed the entire citizenry of Asgard had gathered. They cheered and screamed and chanted, Princess! It was amazing, really. The entire realm showed their adoration for their princess.

Showed their love for Aislinn Molinaro and her son.

And maybe him, he wasn't sure about that. They didn't seem to hate him, though. Although, some of the men did shoot him death glares on occasion.

He didn't care. He was the one lucky enough to sleep with their stunning princess every night. She bore his name. She bore his child.

She loved him.

Loki rapped Gungnir and silence swept through the crowd as if he'd flipped a switch. Although he wore no microphone, his deep voice carried as if amplified by one. "Good afternoon, Asgardians and welcome!

"As you all know, last summer, our daughter, Princess Aislinn, met Steve Molinaro on Midgard and fell in love with him. In September, she and Steve were married there as well. And now, Queen McKenna and I are happy to announce that Princess Aislinn and Prince Steven have become parents. Four days ago, Princess Aislinn gave birth to a beautiful, healthy baby boy and it is my great honor to introduce to you Prince Christopher Steven Loki Molinaro, who came into the world on the Midgardian holiday of St. Valentine's Day weighing eight pounds, three-quarters of an ounce and at twenty-one inches long!"

With that, Aislinn smiled at Steve and nodded for them to step up. As they caught sight of the new family, the Asgardians gathered below went crazy. Steve relaxed as he slid his arm about Aislinn's waist and leaned over to whisper, "Prince Steven? Sounds weird."

Her smile widened, her eyes sparkling. "You'll get used to it. Just ask my mom. Or Celia."

"I'm going to make my students call me that, just for shits and giggles."

She leaned her head against his shoulder. "Go for it."

Christopher's face scrunched and he let out a wail that could only barely be heard above the roar of the crowd. Aislinn kissed the top of his head, smoothing her hand along the silky black hair at the back of his head. "Shhh, little man. Only a few minutes more."

"In honor of this wonderful new addition to our family, the Queen and I would like to extend an invitation to everyone to join us in celebration this evening as we will host a ball to welcome Prince Christopher to the realms. The Prince and Princess look forward to seeing you all there at half-past seven this evening."