AN - Hello! This was a request from my wonderful friend/Thor expert Megan! Here you are, girly! :) ~VW

Thor Odinson's birth was much more complicated than anyone would ever want to imagine. He didn't even know that the story of his conception and birth was so complex until much, much later.

Odin knew he needed an heir and that meant having a son. He was happily married to a stunning goddess named Frigga, who was just as beautiful as she was compassionate. However, over many late night conversations, the couple knew it was time to make a decision.

"Do whatever it is that you feel you must." Frigga advised her husband as they lay in bed together one night.

"I must have a son, that much is decided. I just…" Odin stopped talking, unsure of what to say or rather, how to phrase what he was going to say.

Frigga waited patiently. "Speak and I will listen."

"I want him, our son, to be of Asgard and Earth." he explained as Frigga nodded. "I want him to have both these places in his blood and in his heart."

"... meaning I cannot conceive him." Frigga said slowly.

"Yes. I was considering Jord as a birth mother, solely because of her influence over Earth."

Frigga mulled this information over in her mind. "Jord is the goddess of the Earth. It's very logical, Odin." She turned to stare at one of the paintings on the wall, suddenly very interested in it.

"Frigga."

To her own embarrassment, she felt her face flushing hot and her eyes watering. How many suns and moons had passed since she'd last cried?

"Frigga." Odin repeated, softer.

"Hmm?" She tried to keep her voice steady.

"He will be no less your son than he is mine." Odin placed his hand over hers and squeezed.

The goddess discreetly wiped a tear from her cheek and turned to Odin. "It has to be this way, then."

He nodded. "Yes."

The two sat in silence for a while before another tear leaked out of her eye and made a trail down her cheek. "I just want my boy."

Odin's thumb rubbed the soft skin of her palm. "I know."

Days later, Frigga was visited by her husband. "It is done." he had said simply and was relieved to see her smile.

The actual birth was no different than a normal, mortal birth, aside from being born in a cave in Norway to a goddess. Odin waited until he heard the crying of an infant to go back inside and visit Jord. The birth hadn't changed her at all.

"He is truly beautiful." Jord told Odin, happily handing him the child. He was a small, writhing thing, with blonde hair and deep, blue eyes.

"Quite a pair of lungs he has." Odin commented over the wailing.

Jord chucked. "That would be considered normal for a babe."

"What is the matter with him?" he inquired, squinting at the screaming thing in his palm. He did not have much experience with babies and was nervous to bring him home, to Asgard.

"Nothing in particular. He is merely expressing himself the only way he knows how."

"Hmm."

"Odin," Jord smiled at him, "you will make a fine father. I know it."

He nodded his thanks before handing the child back to his birth mother. "I trust you will contact me once he has…"

"Been weaned, yes." she confirmed. "A couple months and he is yours."

"Mine." Odin said aloud, awe-stuck. "Frigga will be delighted."

Delighted was in fact, an understatement. When Odin arrived, bringing the child with him, he walked in upon a scene of great celebration and jest. Nearly the whole of Asgard was running around, preparing exquisite dishes here, ordering other people around there. Odin managed to make it inside, the baby going undetected safe under his father's cloak. He wanted his wife to be the first Asgardian to have laid eyes upon him.

Frigga was in her study, doing some needlework, when Odin came into the room. He was holding the bundle in his arms, who had grown in the past months. Frigga glanced up, expecting a servant and finding instead, her husband and baby boy. She felt her eyes mist over and quickly stood up to greet them.

"My word…" she breathed, easing back the cloth covering the infant's face with a thumb. "He is beautiful."

"And he is ours." Odin added, handing the child to Frigga. "But he does not yet have a name."

She held the baby close to her heart. "Thor. This is what he shall be called."

And so it was. There was a grand celebration, all in Thor's name, complete with fine dishes, singing, dancing, and many, many guests. The baby was a celebrity, so to speak. Frigga held him close the entire time while visitors would come from all over Asgard bearing gifts in exchange for a peak at the wonder that was Thor.

During the day, he was a perfect baby, all blonde curls and giggles; at night however, he often kept both Odin and Frigga awake with his hollering. Only in the arms of his parents did the infant ever stop crying. He was the apple of his parents' eye until his brother came into his life. The conception of Thor's brother, Loki, was no less complicated.