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

Chapter Eighty-Nine

It was a long afternoon, sitting in that arena, watching school after school, weight class after weight class, compete. For Aislinn, who still knew so little about the sport Steve was so passionate about, she had to fight at times to remain awake. Even sitting with Kristen and Heather didn't really help. They understood the sport and she really hated to keep pestering them with questions. It was easier to just cheer when they did and go, "Awww...." when they did. She was happy when a Somerset Valley wrestler's arm was raised and disappointed when it wasn't.

From her vantage point, she saw Steve, in the front row across the way, where Somerset Valley's bench was. For the earlier matches, he remained mostly in his chair. According to Heather, Somerset Valley was favored in the lower weight classes, and that certainly seemed to be the case, as they took the first two rounds in the one hundred-six, one hundred-thirteen, and one hundred-twenty pound classes.

But when the heavier classes took the floor, he was far more animated, prowling along the floor in front of the row of chairs. He didn't look unhappy, but very serious and with each boy who came off the floor, he had something to say. Knowing him, it was something encouraging, or constructive. She overheard some of the coaches from other schools screaming at their wrestlers, berating them for wrestling like girls, which made her almost itch to zap whichever blowhard coach said it into a frilly pink dress and fishnet stockings. She managed to refrain, though, since she could only imagine what would happen if she did.

Her hopes of a short day were shot and it wasn't until almost six that the matches ended and the wrestlers filed out of the room. She had no idea where Steve was, or where to find him, so she pulled her iPhone from her purse and texted him:

Where are you?

Kristen smiled. "Prepare yourself, Aislinn. Coach is not going to be in great mood. D'Allesandro was supposed to win his division, not get booted in the second round."

"But, the smaller guys did well. Shouldn't that make him happy?"

"It will." Heather slid her purse onto her shoulder. "But D'Allesandro and Cuddyer were his star wrestlers and not only did they get beat, they were beat badly."

Aislinn wasn't exactly sure how a wrestler was beaten badly, since it seemed to her they all lost the same way, but before she could say anything, her phone buzzed. Steve.

Don't wait for me, baby. I'm going to be a while.

"He's going to want to sit down with those guys after everyone else gets back to their rooms to get ready for dinner." Kristen sighed as she rose from her chair. "That's how Coach Molinaro is. He gets mighty pissed off on the floor, but when it's all said and done, he wants to make sure everything's okay in the end."

Aislinn smiled. "Why doesn't that surprise me?" Somehow, she couldn't see him handling a loss—no matter how large a scale it was on—any other way. "You guys go on. I'll see you later."

"Okay. If you feel like getting away from your grumpy husband for a while, shoot us a text and we'll hit a casino or something." Heather patted her shoulder. "But, don't take anything he says too personally. He gets touchy over losses, but not for very long."

Kristen nodded. "Yeah, so you might find yourself throwing him a pity roll in bed. In which case, don't worry about us. Enjoy yourself. Men fuck like animals when they're pissed off about something and the sex is usually incredible when they do."

Aislinn's cheeks grew warm even as she smiled. "I'll try to remember that."

Kristen winked. "Trust me."

Shaking her head, Aislinn turned back to her phone. I'll see you back at the room?

It'll be a while, but okay.