This is a record. Shortest time between chapters. Thanks you to those who reviewed, followed and favourited. This is my disclaimer for the whole story: I don't own anything Marvel and I also don't own the show referenced in this chapter. It's obvious, but let me know if you catch it. I tried to make this chapter as long as I could, without the A/N it's over 1900 words on paper, before editing. I wrote it all on paper first, I seem to do it faster like that. My hand hurts. And my back. Sorry about rambling, enjoy.

You're pregnant."

Thor just sits there, staring at Bruce with his mouth slightly open.

"Thor?" Bruce asks, cautiously.

Thor blinks slowly, his mouth closing. He stares into the middle distance as his right hand comes up to rest on his stomach.

Bruce figures this is going to take a little while and sits on the bed across from Thor's.

After a few minutes, Bruce tentatively sets a hand on one of Thor's knees. "Thor?"

Slowly Thor looks at him, "I'm what?"

Bruce hands him the piece of paper with the test results on it. "You're pregnant. JARVIS ran the test twice and it came out positive both times."

He reads over the paper, one hand still on his stomach. After a minute he whispers, "Two months."

Not catching what he said, Bruce leans slightly forward, "Come again?"

Thor looks up from the test, chuckling without any humour behind it. "I'm two months pregnant. It makes so much sense, why did I not know?"

Bruce shrugs, "I don't know. I'm a doctor, why didn't I figure it out?

Thor hands the paper back to him, "Maybe because male pregnancies are unheard of here."

Bruce nods, "True. Now would you tell me how you are pregnant?"

Thor sighs, "Male pregnancies are uncommon, but not unheard of in Asgard. Most men who are able to conceive are either shape shifters or powerful sorcerers capable of shape shifting, hence my brother's infamous pregnancy."

Bruce nods again, taking in every word.

"As you know, I am neither a shape shifter nor a sorcerer, which lowers my chances my does not deplete them. As the God of Fertility, my chances raise once more. Though I never gave it any thought, not thinking it would actually happen."

Bruce nods a third time, "Well, I've come to learn that our cultures are very different, but in all honesty, I never expected this."

Thor smirks, "That makes two of us."

Bruce chuckles, "At least now we know what's going on and how to treat this."

"Um, Banner?"

Thor seems hesitant and nervous, something he never is. "Yes?"

He looks down at his hand, which hasn't left his stomach, "Do you think we could keep this between us? Just until I figure out the best way to tell Steve?"

Bruce blinks, "Uh, sure. I don't see why not. I won't say a thing."

Thor's smile is beyond grateful. "Thank you."

Bruce smiles back, "No problem."

Thor claps him on the shoulder before leaving the med lab, most likely going to find Steve.

Bruce sighs deeply, knowing this is one secret that is going to be hard to keep.

Thor heads up to the lounge to find Steve. Just remembering to remove his hand from his stomach before he enters.

He finds Steve and Tony watching something on T.V. Tony trying to explain something to Steve, who is just sitting there looking confused.

"Come on! He's an alien with two hearts and 12 lives, who travels through space and time with random people, saving other random people, in a bigger on the inside blue police box called the TARDIS. What is so hard to understand?"

Steve just stares at Tony.

Tony throws his hands up in defeat. "I give up! You're hopeless!" He stalks out of the room.

Thor sits down beside Steve. "What was that about?"

Steve shakes his head, "I have no idea." He turns his attention to Thor, who looks a little worried. "Are you okay?"

"Fine." He answers just a little to quickly. He draws a breath. "I'm fine. Just preoccupied. Nothing you need to worry about."

Steve studies him for a minute before coming to some sort of conclusion, "Alright." He leans over and draws Thor into a deep kiss, his hand finding its way into the other's hair.

Thor kisses back, deepening the kiss even more, placing a hand on his lover's chest. They kiss until the need for air cannot be ignored any longer. They rest their foreheads together.

"Stop worrying me." Steve whispers. Thor, thinking about the pregnancy, knowing full well what is to come and not wanting to worry Steve, does his best to ease his boyfriend's mind. "I shall try my very hardest not to."

Steve leans in to capture his lips again. He pulls back, "That's all I ask."

Steve quickly kisses him again before getting up and heading towards the kitchen. "Come on, let's eat something. What do you want?"

Thor follows closely behind, "How about some pork, with bananas, pickles and chocolate sauce?"

Steve laughs, used to Thor's weird and disgusting food choices by now and starts hunting for the ingredients to satisfy Thor's latest craving.

A month passed without any change. Luckily there had been no attacks anywhere, so the Avengers weren't needed - yet.

Since they found out, Bruce had insisted on weekly check ups. No one said anything about them, for which they were both grateful.

Once Thor hit the three-month mark, Bruce decided it was time.

"Thor? Listen, you're about three months in, you have to tell Steve. You're gonna start showing anytime now, I'm actually surprised you aren't already."

Thor looks worried as he places his hand on his stomach, a habit he's picked up recently. He sighs and closes his eyes. "I know. I just- I have no idea how to tell him."

Bruce places his hand on Thor's shoulder, "Thor, look at me." Thor opens his eyes and to Bruce's surprise, not only is there fear there, but unshed tears as well.

Suddenly this got a whole lot harder for Bruce. Choosing his words with care, he continues. "Don't worry about anything. I know what you're thinking. What if he hates me? What if he leaves me? What if? What if? Well I'll tell you something right now, he would never, in a million years, leave you. Do you hear me? You can't focus on the what if's or you'll drive yourself crazy. Steve loves you, more than anything. He'll be thrilled that he's going to be a dad. He may be uncertain at first, since this world is still new to him, but in the end, he will always come back to you. Always. And I know that for a fact."

By the time Bruce is done, Thor is crying. Bruce is worried for a second before he realizes it's tears of relief not dread.

"Thank you." Thor says quietly, but loud enough to be heard.

Bruce, knows this can't be easy on him, and has found a great friend in Thor the past few weeks. "Hey, what are friends for, right?"

Thor smiles through the tears and pulls Bruce into a bone crushing big. Bruce, used to them by now, hugs back.

Thor let's go. "How will I tell the rest of the team?"

Bruce takes a small step back, "I can tell them if you want. Whenever you decide to tell Steve, I can tell the team at the same time. Unless you want to wait until after. Tell them when Steve wants to."

"No, I think it best they are told now, in case something happens." Thor claps a hand on Bruce's shoulder, almost sending him straight to the ground, and managing to dislodge his glasses, making them crooked. "Thank you once again my friend."

Bruce shrugs and straightens his glasses. "It's the least I can do." And it's true. Not only has Thor listened to Bruce's random rants, that could last for an hour, if not more, without complaint. He's also managed to calm the Hulk down, kept him from hurting anyone, and has even kept Bruce from Hulking out on several occasions.

Thor just smiles and draws in a deep breath and lets it out slowly. "Well, it's now or never."

Bruce takes off his glasses, folding them up and putting them in his shirt pocket. "Are you sure?"

Thor nods, eyes determined. "I think it best not to wait, lest I lose my nerve and, as you say, 'flake out'."

Bruce nods in understanding, "Let's go then."

Thor and Bruce head up to the lounge, where, conveniently, everyone is gathered for a movie.

As they enter, Tony looks up. "There you two are! J said you were busy."

Bruce sits beside him, "I was running some more tests, just trying to cross more sicknesses of my list."

"Alright." He looks at Thor, who is just standing there, noting the worried look and the hand on his stomach. "You joining us Point Break?"

Thor shakes his head, "No, actually I need to talk to Steve, alone."

Tony looks at Steve with 'I told you so' eyes as Steve gets up and follows Thor out of the room.

As soon as they are gone, Bruce stands up and turns off the T.V. "Dude. What. Are. You. Doing?"

"Shut up Tony, this is serious."

Tony instantly shuts up, knowing not to argue with Bruce on serious matters.

Natasha is the one to break the short silence. "What's going on?"

Bruce sighs, sitting on the edge of the coffee table, "I know what is wrong with Thor."

Clint stands up, "What? Since when?"

"A month ago."

"A month?"

Bruce glares at him until he sits down, "Yes, a month. I found out after the battle."

"Why didn't you tell us?" Asks Tony, sounding annoyed.

Bruce rubs his hand together, "Because Thor asked me not to."

Clint crosses his arms, "Okay, so why? What is it? Why isn't Thor telling all of us at once?"

"I'm just going to tell you and it will answer all your questions." He looks at each of them individually, Clint looks both angry and concerned, Tony looks annoyed and Natasha's face is blank.

Bruce take a deep breath. "He's pregnant."

"What!?" Tony and Clint both exclaim at once as Natasha's eyebrows shoot up, clearly not expecting that.

Bruce nods, "I know. But apparently his people can get pregnant, and being the God of Fertility, I guess it was just a matter of time. He didn't want to say anything because he didn't know how to tell Steve, but since he's about 13 weeks along, give or take, he's going to start showing soon. So he decided to tell Steve and I offered to tell you guys while he did that."

There is nothing but silence until Tony speaks up, "Three months? He's three months pregnant? With a child?"

Bruce nods again, chewing on his bottom lip.

"Why did he want you to tell us? I mean, I know why, but why not wait until Steve wants us to know?"

"He was worried Steve might reject him."

Clint scoffs, "That's ridiculous."

Bruce agrees, "I know, but if it did happen, or if Steve leaves, needing to process, which will probably happen, he didn't want to be alone. He wanted to be sure he'd have someone to back him up, besides me."

It is silent again until Tony breaks it, "Well at least that explains the symptoms."

They all agree on that before just sitting there in silence, wondering how Thor is fairing with Steve.

As Steve followed Thor to their room, he can't help but let his mind wander. What if Thor was breaking up with him, or what if he was dying? The closer they got, the tighter the knot it Steve's stomach got.

Once they got there, Steve got right to the point. Shutting the door behind him, he asked the fatal question, "What's wrong?"

Thor turned to him, worry and fear written all over his face, his eyes full of unshed tears just waiting to fall. He looks down at the hand still on his stomach. Steve's eyes flicker to Thor's hand, remembering it being there in the lounge, and then back up to his face, where a couple of the tears have managed to escape.

He takes a slow deep breath before starting, "I have known, for the past month, what it is that ails me, but I was hesitant to tell you for fear I would be rejected. Until now, only Bruce as known, for he is the one who discovered it, along with JARVIS. He is telling the team right now, in case you do reject me."

Steve is beginning to worry even more, "Rejected? Why would I reject you?"

Thor takes a shuddering breath, trying not to cry. "As you know, our people are very different. There are things that can happen in my world, that your world would deem impossible."

Steve is more confused than ever, he takes a step towards Thor. "What's going on? Just tell me."

Thor hesitates a moment before looking straight at Steve and coming right out with it.

"I am with child."

Bam! There is it! Please review if you can. My back is killing me, that took me about 2 hours to write, excluding breaks, and another two hours to type. Hope you liked it. Sorry about any mistakes, or any oocness. Anyways, hopefully I will see you soon. I will apologize right now if it takes me forever to update, so sorry. Anyways, peace out bitches!