The Thunder Rolls (Thor/Avengers Fanfiction)

Introduction

Welcome back to The God of Thunder series, readers! Thank you all for sticking with me for this long! This is a fictional story, all characters do not exist. All characters in this story except for Elsi Steinkraus are Marvel's, no copyright intended. This story is rated PG-13 because of some violence and language. The Avengers: Age of Ultron storyline belongs to Marvel Studios, as well as the Avengers and the other characters (with the exception of Elsi and their daughter). Without further adieu, here's the first chapter of The Thunder Rolls!

Thor's POV- Eight Months Ago

"Thor, Elsi, are there going to be any Thorsons running around any time soon?" Odin asks.

Elsi looks at me and grins. "I'm only a month along. We're don't want to know if it's a girl or boy until birth."

"This is wonderful news! We must celebrate!" Odin exclaims.

"Father, in Midgard, you are not supposed to drink while carrying a child," I inform him.

"Nonsense! Frigga, bless her soul, drank a glass of the finest wine everyday while she was carrying you," he replies.

"Father, the wine here is stronger than in Midgard. I do not think that's wise."

"As you wish, son. We still shall celebrate this event! I'm going to be a grandfather and you are going to be a father!" Odin cheers and hurries out of the room.

"I like seeing him so happy. He's been so sad lately, it's good to see him smiling," Elsi remarks and takes my hand. "Shall we walk?"

"Yes, my queen, we shall," I pull her outside.

We walk to the Bifrost and talk to Heimdall. Elsi informs him of her condition and he informs us of the Avengers' status. We stay for a while longer then head back to the palace.

"It's been too peaceful lately. Something is going to happen. Something bad," Elsi predicts.

"Why do you say that?" I question.

"Because it's true. It's been too peaceful. The Avengers have all dealt with their own problems, but it hasn't been anything huge. You know what I mean?"

"Yes, but maybe Midgard is trying to keep the peace, as we are."

"Or something big is being planned. I won't be able to come with you and fight, as much as I want to," she tells me.

"Even after the little one is born?"

"Who will take care of him while both of us are gone?"

"Oh, so it's a boy?"

"I don't like calling him it. I bet it's going to a boy," she bets me.

"I bet she is going to be a girl."

"You're on, sir. What are the stakes?"

"No stakes, we should both evenly take care of her."

"Aw, Thor. That's sweet, but loser gets diaper duty for the first month," she states.

We shake on it and find others to tell about the baby. Father is planning like crazy, running around, not letting either of us help.

Four Weeks Ago

"Thor, Thor, wake up. The baby is coming!" Elsi wakes me.

I jump out of bed and find a doctor. We both run to our bedroom together, he goes in first. I hold her hand as the doctor tells her what to do.

A nurse rubs a cool cloth on Elsi's forehead and she squeezes my hand tightly. What seems like hours later, a baby's cry echoes through our room. The doctor announces that it's a girl and a huge smile lights up Elsi's face.