#a wife for thor pt26

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A Wife for Thor Pt. 26

A Surprising Change

06/25/2021

Pairing: King!Thor x Reader          Word Count: 4,307

Warnings: child birth, possible complications, labor, language, angst

A/N: I’m too tired to tag right away so I’ll come back when I’ve had some sleep. I hope you all enjoy this one. I’ve had parts of it planned for so long and I’m glad to finally share it with y’all! Let me know what you think and if you have any favorite parts or...well, y’all are pros. You know what to do. If you happen to reblog, thanks so much for helping me spread my work! xoxo

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Your mind is hazy. You move along the mattress, squirming from the pain as your body tries hard to bring your prince into the world.

The doctor, you don’t know which because the corners of your vision have become blurry, is sweeping around the room getting things ready.

You can’t see anything. It’s like a fog has been placed around your head and pillows shoved against your ears as you gasp and throw your head back onto your pillow.

Even though you can’t see, you know Thor’s there. At your side. Worried. Stressed, not as much as you but enough. The crinkle between his eyes is probably as deep as a trench.

You know that he wants to comfort you, to offer some sort of solace. Support even. But as his large hands reach for you, your vision clears for a moment and you turn away from him.

“No,” you mumble, pushing him away because you can’t need him here.

It’s cruel of you maybe. Selfish, to send him away. But you need to know that you can do this without him.

This is the hardest thing, the most difficult moment of your life. This is when your strength will be tested. Your body is being ravaged from within to bring new life into the world and you need to know that you can stand on your own two feet through this. That you can be split in two, in pure agony, and still come out the other side as a whole person. A stronger person. And it will all be because of you. It will be your strength that carried you through it.

So that when the day comes, IF the day comes--you really have to start accepting that Thor will choose you from this day on--and Thor leaves you or chooses someone else over you again, you won’t be so shocked. It won’t hurt as much. You’ll know that if you can make it through this, you can make it through anything.

Despite your resolve it’s too tempting to give in. It’s too easy to reach out and take Thor’s hand and cry to him and tell him how much it hurts or how tired you are.

You don’t want it easy.

So you push his hand away, clammy and sweaty as you are, your own slaps against his skin with a light smack.

They’ve changed you into a modest cotton gown. Long but breathable and at the moment it’s shoved halfway up your thighs as you squirm around on the bed, sheets all over the place. Special sheets brought just for this purpose. To give birth.

“Get out,” you whimper, voice shifting into a deeper tone as you give your head a small shake to try and chase away the cloud of disorientation that’s overtaken your every sense. “I-I don’t want you in here, Thor. Get out.”

“My cherub, please, I-”

“No!”

Your contraction helps you shout. Channeling all of that pain into your voice you give him another firm push and this time he doesn’t come back towards you but instead stands up slowly, clearly hating every moment of it.

You can see the pain you’re causing but the pain in your body is more demanding and you won’t feel guilty for needing this time for yourself.

There’s too much going on. Too many voices. Too many people.

“Get out, please…” you groan, reaching down to grab at your belly as your back spasms and your pelvis is set on fire.

“Thor, go,” Sif’s voice cuts in. “If something goes wrong, we’ll call you.”

“No,” you protest, but they’re not really paying you any mind at the moment.

Thor’s eyes are glued on you, his face contorted with indecision and grief.

“You’re only making it worse for her,” Sif tells him gently. “She’ll be alright.”

You shake your head again, hard from side to side as you feel the build up of pressure in your lower body again.

You grunt and groan, curling up as the next contraction steals your breath.

Thor leans towards you, reaching out but Sif is already there, supporting your back as you ride out the pain.

“Thor, go,” she orders more sternly.

Suddenly, a male voice, Doctor Alric, interjects.

“The Lady Sif is correct, Your Majesty. Your presence seems to only stress Her Majesty. She needs peace and quiet now. Please? For the child’s sake, the mother must be at ease as much as she can.”

Despite the sound of a question in his words, it’s not a request. Thor takes a step towards the door.

“All of you, out,” Doctor Alric orders and a flurry of maids, guards, and Loki move through the door.

As he passes, Loki takes hold of Thor’s elbow and practically tears him away from you, dragging him forcefully through the doors as Estrid follows behind them looking worried and like she’d very much like to stay.

Too many people. Even with just Sif, Alric, and Doctor Wilson. Three other bodies besides yours and the little one in your belly.

You want to be alone, completely. And yet, at the same time, you’re terrified to be truly alone in here.

A few minutes pass and another contractions paralyzes you momentarily as you grunt and groan through it. You almost stop breathing completely but Doctor Wilson is there.

“Breathe, Your Majesty, in and out slowly. There you go, just like that,” she praises you as you override your instinct to hold your breath.

You’re crying by the time the contraction passes and you fall against your pillows and sob.

Turning to Sif you shake your head, so weak and you haven’t even started pushing yet! This pain is too much. Is it like this for everyone? You start to wonder if you’re just weak.

“I’m here, Your Majesty,” Sif assures you, a small reassuring smile on her face.

It’s a miracle that through it all, after the way things started with the two of you, Sif is the support at your side. She’s the backbone of your strength.

The two of you had bonded when she came back and told you she’d been surprised, pleased, and in complete admiration and awe that you’d banned Jane from entering the Kingdom again.

Your mutual distaste for Thor’s ex had bridged a small gap between you and she’d confessed to having been hesitant in your ability to rule the Kingdom but sees now that she was wrong to doubt you.

Everything changed for you and Sif after that small talk.

“I miss him so much,” you cry, shaking your head some more.

Sif shushes you softly, her hand moving across your forehead to wipe away beads of sweat.

“I do want him here,” you admit, almost wishing that Thor had fought your request. “I love him so much, Sif.”

“I know, Your Majesty, but you can do this. I would go get him, but you made me promise.”

You regret making her swear on the crown that she’d keep Thor away and let you handle this on your own.

The compromise was that she’d be able to stay.

“Am I a t-terrible person?”

“No,” Sif shakes her head. “No, Your Majesty. You are a strong woman who has had her heart broken by her husband. You are learning to heal and whatever form that takes, you are allowed to follow through. Marriage is forever, and I’m sure Thor will understand in a year’s time that what you are doing was necessary for you to be able to openly love him again.”

She’s so smart. So clever and kind. She’s been much nicer to Loki too, even though it’s reluctant. Sif is a good person, despite her prejudice against the Asgardian Prince.

You continue to sob but turn as Doctor Wilson stands between your legs at the end of the bed. She beckons you towards her and Sif helps to sit you up.

Doctor Wilson takes hold of your arms, helping you sit up.

“We’re going to do this a little bit differently than you’re probably expecting. I need you to get on all fours for me, okay?”

“Is everything okay?” you fret, letting her guide you but keeping your eyes locked onto her face to see if her expression betrays any deceit.

“Everything is perfect, Your Majesty, this might help with some of that pain in your back. Alright?” Doctor Wilson explains.

“Oh, okay…” you reply, breathless.

As soon as you’re in position, you feel a significant improvement to the pain in your lower back.

Doctor Wilson hurries around to check you again and with a nod to Doctor Alric, she gets in position.

“Time to push, Your Majesty,” she informs you, and your heart begins to race faster than it has all night.

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Everything’s gone so wrong.

Nothing is as it should be and Thor has only himself to blame.

It’s impossible for him to ever move on from this. Not while you keep your distance. Not while your heart still aches.

There isn’t a moment in his day that he isn’t thinking about what he might do to make it all up to you.

What can he do? What can he say?

What will make you trust him again?

Nothing is what his heart tells him.

He can do nothing to help you believe in his love again.

“You have been pacing out here for nearly four hours. Are things really that irreparable with Y/N?”

Heimdall’s voice, usually a comfort to him, surprises Thor and brings him no relief.

Thor stops his pattern, grabbing his hands and wringing them roughly as he struggles to piece together his thoughts. His eyes glaze over the numerous flowers you’ve planted since you’ve moved into the palace.

You’ve taken such good care of your garden, even through your pregnancy.

He’s watched you. It’s almost therapeutic for you. He’s certain of it.

“I have only myself to blame,” Thor grumbles, angry and pained. “I brought this unhappiness upon us both.”

“I think you will find that Jane’s deceit provoked your reaction. This is not completely your fault, Thor.”

“It is. I could have made different choices. I could have thought things through more carefully before-” He can’t say it.

Not again.

“I betrayed her trust. I made her feel as if she were disposable. And then when we were finally making progress...I should have waited until she woke before agreeing to see Jane. She should have been there with me. At my side as my Queen. Then Jane would never have had the thought to attempt to renew her feelings. Then no one would have heard us and-” Thor stops, remembering something. “Have you found them? Have you found the spy in our ranks?”

Heimdall shakes his head.

“Whoever is wreaking havoc on your marriage is shielded by magic. Familiar magic, but I cannot remember where I have sensed it before. On Asgard for certain, but…”

“But what?” Thor asks, impatient.

“I will keep searching,” Heimdall concludes.

The silence between them lasts long. Thor is too preoccupied with his own thoughts to care about how long they stand there in your garden.

Heimdall is kind enough to let him think.

Then, just as Thor’s about to collapse from the weight of his guilt and the agony of not being able to be at your side on this night of all night, Heimdall speaks.

“Thor?”

Slowly Thor is pulled from his torture and he looks at his oldest friend.

“Patience will heal your wounds. Give her time to see that the choices you have made have been for her benefit and your own.”

“I’m not infallible, Heimdall. My instinct to leave her for Jane when Jane might have been pregnant was a mistake. It should never have crossed my mind. I can admit to this, if nothing else.” Thor argues. “But I made these mistakes and I must pay for them.

“I made us waver. I broke my promises. I am only sorry that she hurts still. I wish I could take her pain, take the seed of doubt that I’ve planted in her heart. I’ve told her that I love her many times, every single day.

“She has to know by now that she’s everything. That I love her. Doesn’t she?” Thor wonders, not really expecting an answer.

“If she indeed knows, then you must give her time to believe you. The foundation you and she built was broken but she still loves you, Thor. No one who has seen the two of you together can deny it. Her heart is true. This will not be easy for either of you. And now with the Prince on the way-”

Loki rushes towards them, black suit, deep green t-shirt underneath the jacket looks wrinkled which is out of the ordinary but not alarming.

The alarm is in his face, the panic in his eyes is what drives a fear into Thor’s heart.

Have you left him? Have you taken your baby boy and chosen to raise him away from Thor? From his father? From his rightful place on the New Asgardian Throne?

Thor wouldn’t blame you.

“What is it?” Thor gasps, his voice deep and trembling from fear.

“It’s Y/N,” Loki begins, and Thor’s breath catches in his throat, heart sinks to the pit of his stomach. “She’s given birth.”

As he gasps for breath, Loki’s mouth splits into a genuine grin. He laughs once and Thor’s heart nearly explodes with joy at the news.

He closes the distance between him and his brother. Pulling him in for a hug which Loki returns gladly they thump each other hard with flat hands as Thor’s own laugh joins Loki’s.

Thor pulls away then turns to Heimdall only to feel his heart cave in again at the expression of confusion on Heimdall’s face. The utter bewilderment is unexpected and unnatural. For Heimdall?

“What is it?”

Heimdall suddenly turns to Thor, brow furrowed, “Run, Thor. Go to Her Majesty. Quick.”

Thor doesn’t even need an explanation. He’s racing through the halls of the palace, Loki on his heels looking and feeling just as confused as the God of Thunder.

Several servants gasp and leap out of their way as they wind their way up the many stairs.

Why he doesn’t just fly, Thor won't wonder for months. All he knows is that Heimdall told him to run, so run he must.

As he reaches the landing of your shared floor he slips on the rug but adjusts and catches his weight slightly, Loki grabs him and helps steady him as they continue to run, not skipping a step as Thor’s feet fumble.

He’s ten feet from the door and he can hear you crying, gasping for air. The sounds you’re making are unlike any he’s ever heard you make before.

Please, let them be alright, Thor thinks.

Then he hears it. The shattering, quivering, tiny cry of his child. The newborn sound fills the palace halls and Thor thunders through the door of your bedroom, eyes searching until they find you.

You are indeed sobbing, but the expression on your face is radiant. You’re crying and smiling, laughing! This laugh is new. It’s pure and utter joy and you are glowing with love as your eyes are glued to the small, tiny, so very little bundle in your arms.

The love for your child must blind you to anything else you may have been feeling before this moment and when you look at him, when you turn those exquisite eyes on him, Thor melts at the smile and the adoration that pours from your pretty face.

“It’s a girl,” you gush, looking at your baby before meeting Thor’s love-filled and one-eyed gaze with your own. “Kasi. I named her Kasi.”

Thor takes a step towards you, then another, and another. He’s blind to anyone but you and his daughter.

His heart pounds in his chest, swelling with every beat. It grows in size to make room for both of you and a fierce desire to protect you both, to guard you from all the harms the universe might bring on you.

He’s only a few feet away, reaching out for you and he relishes in the way you don’t pull away. You smile up at him, loving him, openly. You’re eager with it. You’re flowing with love right now.

He gets just the slightest peek at the baby in your arms and can see your skin on the child but her hair is blonde, just like his. The texture reminds him of his mother’s hair.

“Frigga has blessed our little one, my cherub,” Thor realizes, admiring his daughter’s beauty as you stare at her.

He’s just about to lower himself down beside you when a nudge to his left pulls his eyes to Sif who’s also smiling up at him, pleased and like she’s about to tell him a really good joke.

“Congratulations, Thor. They’re beautiful.”

He smiles then notices the strange angle of her arms.

As his eyes find the second bundle--teeny, tiny, so small he could hold the babe in one arm comfortably without ever waking them--his heart stops and then races to catch up as his mind explodes a little.

He looks up at Sif then you, then back at Sif then back at you.

You’re smiling still, leaning back against the headboard of your shared bed, relaxed and tired, but so very happy.

“Tavis,” you tell him. “I want to call him Tavis.”

Thor’s eyes begin to water as he turns back to Sif and his eye finds that baby in her arms.

So very carefully she hands him over, placing the little bundle in Thor’s very large and thick arms.

He looks like he’s cradling a towel as he finally takes a seat beside you.

Fixing yourself so that you can see Tavis, Thor leans down to press as gentle a kiss as he can muster on his son’s sweet little cheek.

“He’s beautiful,” you gasp.

Thor suddenly realizes that this is the first time you’ve seen him and watches as new tears fall along your cheeks.

“All of you are beautiful,” Thor whispers, his voice deep and thick with emotion. “My son. My daughter. And my wife.”

Your eyes are glued on Tavis. He’s Thor’s spitting image. Blonde tuft peeking out from underneath the small cap covering his head, like his sister.

Both of you stare at your children as Doctor Wilson tends to you carefully. Alric comes over to check the babies over and takes them one at a time before brining them back.

While you and Thor sit with only one baby, Thor scoots closer so that you can hold them against your chest and they look content there against your breast.

“Can I feed him?” you check, looking over at Doctor Wilson as she cleans up not too far away from you.

“Of course,” she smiles. “He’s not crying so, he may not be hungry but they’ve both been fairly quiet. Save for His Highness who wanted to make sure we knew he was here.”

She comes over to help you, Thor watching carefully so that he’ll know how to do it when she’s not around.

Tavis latches onto your breast after a few tries and it’s like you’re seeing him for the first time all over again.

Every little thing he does is a revelation and Thor agrees with every gaze you give.

When Kasi is finished and freshly swaddled, Alric brings her to you and Thor quickly takes Tavis who is fast asleep after being fed.

You do just as Doctor Wilson did with Tavis and although it takes you a few tries with her too, Kasi latches and you relax a little once she’s eating.

“Where’s Loki?” you ask, turning to look for him looking a lot more tired than you did when Thor first came in here.

“He’s just outside. Shall I call him in?” Sif offers, getting up from the seat she’d taken over by the roaring hearth.

“Yes. And you should go to bed, Sif. You’ve been up so long,” Thor hears you urge her, though he can’t even look away from his children so he’s not sure how tired Sif might look.

“I’ll go when Estrid comes,” she promises and moves out of the room.

Only a few seconds pass before Loki is rushing into the room, green eyes bright and searching.

As he spots you both, he moves forward slowly, eyes glued first on Kasi since she’s angled so that she’s more visible, and then moves to Tavis as Thor adjusts so that he’s not cradling him so securely out of sight.

“You have a niece and a nephew, brother. This is Tavis Thorson, Prince of New Asgard and that little lady there, she is Kasi Thordottir, Princess of Asgard and heir to the throne. Aren’t they great?”

He’s not sure what causes it, but you suddenly start to chuckle and lean back as you stare at him. You reach out and caress his cheek before tracing his arm until you can place it over his where he’s got it gently placed on Tavis’s little chest.

Thor’s entire hand basically covers the little one’s entire torso, hips, and thighs.

He’ll grow.

“Might I hold him?” Loki wonders, blinking away tears of his own.

“Of course, Loki,” you gasp, nudging Thor.

Thor frowns for a second, hating to let his son go. He only just got him! He wants to hold him all night if possible.

“Thor,” you urge him, and he carefully passes his son into Loki’s arms.

Loki walks away with him, moving towards the center of the room before moving back. Just pacing, giving the baby some movement, Thor realizes and yet, his anxiety is massive with Tavis not in his arms.

He is silent for only a few minutes before he gets up and moves to Loki, “Alright, my turn.”

Loki looks up at Thor whose hands are clenched into fists and smirks, looking at you with amusement.

“Feeling greedy, brother?”

“What? No! No, of course not. I just...he looks hungry. And maybe your arms are too tight or...or maybe he doesn't like the sway of your walk? You’re much thinner than I am and your balance is all to one side. See, look, he’s frowning. Give him back.”

Loki leans away from Thor, turning his body as if to shield Tavis from him but then he scoffs and hands the baby over.

Thor’s tension melts and he very slowly walks his way back to you and takes his seat again.

“You’ve done a wonderful job, Y/N,” Loki nods. “I’ll get word to David to tell him the good news and I’ll have them ring the bells in the tower to tell the city that our Kingdom has an heir. Congratulations, both of you.”

“Thank you, Loki,” you tell him, voice weak and tired.

“Yes, thank you for taking the initiative,” Thor agrees. “Keep everyone away for now. My cherubs will need their rest.”

Loki nods, smiling from ear to ear, and leaves you both to yourselves.

When Kasi has finished her eater, Thor helps you with one hand to cover yourself again then as you smile up at him in gratitude, he can’t help but slip his hand behind your head, caressing you gently.

“You’ve done so well, love. You are the strongest woman I know,” he tells you.

You smile but at his touch, your eyes droop and Thor’s worry rises.

“Doctor Wilson? Alric? Her Majesty is ready for sleep, I think.”

Both of them come over and Alric carefully takes Kasi from you.

“Wait...no,” you protest.

“It’s only for a few hours, Your Majesty. Soon you will have her in your arms again. In the meantime, oh! Right on time! While you get some sleep, Estrid will watch over the Princess and Prince with His Majesty’s help, I imagine?”

Thor looks to the door as Estrid comes in sporting a basket of things that must be for the babies.

“I’m not going anywhere,” Thor assures them and you. “Rest, my cherub. Our littles ones will need you at full strength when they wake and you’ve done so much tonight already.”

Your hand is on Tavis’s little cheek, finger stroking the soft velvet baby skin gently.

“I already miss them always being with me,” you sigh, and Thor realizes he’ll never understand that connection. To have those babies growing inside of you, always with you. Tied together physically, emotionally, mentally. He envies the ties but also stares in awe as the love in your eyes becomes more than love. It’s like blood.

This devotion to your babies is primal and deep and it looks so good on you that Thor leans in to meet your lips in a soft kiss.

You’re surprised, which the increase in your heartbeat tells him, but your face is just as tired, only slightly confused as your own lips pucker against his.

“Get some sleep, my Queen. I will be with them until we can both be with them again, together.”

Thor’s almost amused at how easily your head falls back onto your pillows but you stare as Alric brings Kasi over to Thor and places her in Thor’s other arm.

He has no trouble holding them both and they’re so small compared to Thor.

For a moment, Thor’s heart nearly combusts. He’s never known such a feeling of pride and contentment.

Then he looks over at you, eyes still fighting to stay open as you stare at the babies until finally your exhaustion takes over and your eyes shut, hand still extended out, fingers gently pressed against Tavis’s chest as if you can’t bear a single moment without him.

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