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Thorson - Well, That's One Way to Get a Baby [1/18]

[anonymous]

(For part of the plot in this, I am operating under the assumption - based on a lot of mythology - that pregnancy according to Asgardian rules does not always follow the normal procedure, e.g. female mother, male father, both parents of the same or conceivably similar species, nine month gestation, infants who actually look, y’know, newborn, etc, etc

Thorson - Well, That's One Way to Get a Baby [2/18]

[anonymous]

By then, of course, he exhausted, but smiling. He has made it! And if it is preposterous that he should make the return trip with a full-grown boar slung over his shoulders, he does not think of that. Instead he lies upon the snow for a moment, drawing deep breaths, and staring at the dark and bright branches over his head. The sky is grey and rolling with clouds. A few lazy snowflakes begin to drift down, and he watches as they land and melt against the tops of his gloves

Thorson - Well, That's One Way to Get a Baby [3/18]

[anonymous]

Thor moves closer, curiosity besting his small bit of caution in a highly one-sided contest. He treads as lightly as he can, though it is fortunate that the wind is in his favour, and covers even the worst of his missteps. The tracks lead towards another drop; another rockface that stretches raggedly downward, not unlike the one he has just so recently scaled. He hides himself behind the last available tree, which is too skinny to truly conceal him, and stares as his eyes first sight the Frost Giants

Thorson - Well, That's One Way to Get a Baby [4/18]

[anonymous]

It reaches for him, then, as if to grab his wrist - and halt his use of his remaining knife. Thor ducks to one side again, but he is too slow this time, his boots sliding against a patch of ice buried in the snow. As the Jotun's fingers close around fabric and a thin line of flesh below his glove, he lets out a yelp. Immediately he tries to bite it back. But the touch is so cold that it burnsThe Jotun laughs

Thorson - Well, That's One Way to Get a Baby [5/18]

[anonymous]

It is not working. Thor frowns, and then thinks. Women bounce babies, he has seen that much. They bounce them and make tiny shushing noises, which are probably unbecoming a warrior, but there are no women to do that on his behalf and besides which, no one is here to see it

Thorson - Well, That's One Way to Get a Baby [6/18]

[anonymous]

"You have a clever look to you, little one," he tells the babe, when the worst of the descent is done, and he pauses for a moment to breathe. "Not all warriors are big, you know. My friend Fandral is slight of frame, but he is as fierce as any I have known. And Sif is even a girl, but you would not know it to fight her

Thorson - Well, That's One Way to Get a Baby [7/18]

[anonymous]

It sniffs

Thorson - Well, That's One Way to Get a Baby [8/18]

[anonymous]

The Jotun brings food. It is not cooked boar - that kill has disappeared, it seems - but rather blackened bread and water. Thor does not trust the bread. He does not much trust the water, either, but he has some vague idea that babes need to drink things often, and so he cups some in his hand and pours it to the babe's lips

Thorson - Well, That's One Way to Get a Baby [9/18]

[anonymous]

The Jotun does not sleep at all either

Thorson - Well, That's One Way to Get a Baby [10/18]

[anonymous]

Thor winces as he pats him on the back, his bad arm sending spikes of pain up across his shoulder, and then down again, where they seem to prickle at his chest. There are questions, but too many. He cannot focus enough to answer them. He is so tired, he thinks, it is just enough to keep standing, and not drop his green-eyed burden. The only thing he makes out is when someone - Fandral’s father, he thinks - throws something warm and heavy over his shoulders, and snaps that answers can wait until they are back in Asgard and the All-Father is there to ask the questions. I did not kill a boar, Thor thinks unhappily, and, bleary-eyed, almost turns back. There is a protest, and steady hands grasp him. He swallows, his mouth dry, and the sky seems to spin around him for a moment. He is afraid that he will fall. Fall backwards, he thinks, so you do not crush him.It is the last thing he rightly recalls, though later, he will be told that he kept his feet, and walked the bridge, and only stumbled to his knees when he and the rescue

Re: Thorson - Well, That's One Way to Get a Baby [11/18]

[anonymous]

“What are you doing here?” he asks

Re: Thorson - Well, That's One Way to Get a Baby [12/18]

[anonymous]

“Why have you-” Thor begins to ask, but at the look his father gives him, he bites down on the rest of his question. At least until they are out of earshot of the warriors, he thinks, and follows his father to the wide doors which lead into his chamber. He is surprised to see his mother awake, and by all appearances waiting for them. Her brow is wrinkled with worry, her hands clasped tightly in his lap, and Thor feels a stab of guilt when he looks at her. But it is still a much smaller feeling when compared to his outrage. The doors close behind him, heavy and slow, and he finds himself on the end of two long, assessing stares. Losing no time, he flings his arm back, gesturing vaguely towards the hall.

“Why would you place such guards outside the healing rooms?” he demands. “I require no such ‘watching over’! It is an insult. An old man and a boy, guarding me, and from what? Ghosts

Thorson - Well, That's One Way to Get a Baby [13/18]

[anonymous]

His father raises his hand

Thorson - Well, That's One Way to Get a Baby [14/18]

[anonymous]

Why, he wonders, does everyone keep implying that he is not a strong and promising warrior who is more than capable of looking after himself? He wants to ask, but that small stab of guilt has grown into a deep wound, and so he tells himself that it is only that his mother is ill-equipped to deal with four months (truly, four months? Such mysterious absences are the stuff of tales - under other circumstances, he would almost be excited about participating in such an adventure) without him.

“I slew him, mother,” he assures her, thinking only the Jotun warriors he fought - of the one who grabbed his arm, and left him burning with cold. But at that she holds him so tightly that he fears his ribs may crack, and presses another kiss to his temple, as if she is trying to erase something from him. She holds on for much longer than he feels is strictly necessary. But he lets her, for her own sake, and reminds her quietly that he is a strong warrior, and she need not worry for him so. He came back, did he not? He is well again, is he

Thorson - Well, That's One Way to Get a Baby [15/18]

[anonymous]

“He’ll need a name,” she says. The strange look hasn’t vanished from her face, but she seems to have brightened a little bit at least.

Thor tilts his head, considering.

“Dragonslayer?” he suggests.

She gives him a flat look, and shrugs defensively.

“Dragonslayer is a fine name!”

“It is no name at all for a child,” his mother refutes. Her gaze turns back to the babe, and even as he privately disagrees, he thinks that she can pick whatever name she likes if it will do something to chase the dark stormclouds from her head. He can tell she is thinking of something by the way her lips briefly purse, and she jiggles the tiny hands in hers. “Loki,” she says.

“Loki?”

“Hmm. It was what I wanted to call you, actually, but your father was set upon Thor.” She leans over, then, and returns the babe to his lap, brushing her hand through his short black hair. “It is a good name,” she tells him, strangely distant again

Thorson - Well, That's One Way to Get a Baby [16/18]

[anonymous]

“You fought frost giants?” she demands. “We were sitting here, thinking you were lost or dead or dead and lost, and you were off battling frost giants without us? I can’t believe you! Why didn’t you bring us along?” Another punch. His arm is beginning to bruise. He decides that wisdom is the better part of valour in this case, and takes a precautionary step back from her