Mario Kart, Steve decided, really did bring out the worst in people. It was fun to watch, but equally disturbing.
A tournament between Erika's siblings probably hadn't been the best idea.
"Hver kastaði að þrisvar thá bláa skel ?! Ég sver við Óðni ég mun fokking enda þér !" a usually calm Sleipnir snarled, and Steve almost cringed at the venom dripping from his voice. "Ég mun skera þig opinn og alisvín binda þig með eigin fjandans þínum görnum !"
"Borða ryk minn, tík !" Hela crowed as her Peach passed Sleipnir's Mario, and Fenrir growled low in his throat as his Bowser fell into last place.
All three of them were beyond pissed, however, when Jormungand's Rosalina knocked Fenrir off the Rainbow Bridge and passed by Hela's and Sleipnir's avatars into the winner's circle with a smug "Á vinstri."
Fenrir snarled and clenched the controller so hard Steve thought it might break.
Jormungand opened his mouth to say something else, but before he could his brow furrowed and he frowned. "Skyndilega er ég ekki tilfinning vel," he muttered, and dropped his controller, grabbing the small lined trash can by the couch seconds before he became violently ill.
Steve was already sitting beside him and watched helplessly, occasionally rubbing a hand up and down Jormungand's back. "Still not feelin' good, huh?" he murmured.
Jormungand whined between bouts of heaving.
"I'll get you some water," Steve murmured before getting up and heading towards the kitchen for a wet rag and a water bottle. He grabbed them and made his way back to his husband, sitting gently beside him.
"Are you alright, bróðir?" Sleipnir asked, his irritation at his virtual defeat immediately forgotten.
"I'm fine," Jormungand wheezed. He took the washcloth Steve offered with a small 'thank you' before wiping his mouth. He spat into the basket a final time before putting it aside.
Steve offered the water to Jormungand. "You sure you don't need to see Bruce?"
Jormungand took a small drink before shaking his head. "We don't need to bother him for at least another few weeks, I think—she's growing faster than Erik, though, so maybe sooner."
Steve frowned. "'She'?"
"You didn't tell him?" asked Fenrir.
Jormungand shook his head. "I haven't found the right time, and you three only know because you can Feel her."
Steve thought about how Jormungand had been 'sick' for near a week now. He wasn't an idiot. "Jormungand," he began. "Are you . . . . are you pregnant?"
Jormungand's smile started small, but it soon grew into a grin big enough to reveal his unnaturally sharp teeth. He gripped Steve's hands and nodded. "Yes, elskan mín, we're having another baby."
Steve was on his feet and had Jormungand in his arms a second later, spinning them round. "That's amazing!" he cried.
Jormungand squawked at suddenly being off his feet. "Ack, Steven! Steven, þú kjánalegt maður, setti mig niður !" he managed to get out, trying and failing to hold back a laugh. "Put me down!"
Steve stopped spinning and put him down, but not before kissing him.
It wasn't a very chaste kiss, either.
"Do you need to be alone right now?" Hela teased when Steve finally released Jormungand, and Steve realized that he probably shouldn't have kissed him quite as thoroughly as he had with their current audience.
"Please don't try for a third child in front of us," Fenrir groaned, and Sleipnir started laughing.
Erika was over the moon when Jormungand told her the good news.
"I'm gonna be an Auntie! Again!" she whooped. "This is so great!"
"I'm gettin' a brother?" Erik asked hopefully.
"No, sonur minn, I believe you're getting a sister," Jormungand told him.
"I don't want a sister," Erik pouted. "Girls are weird."
"Watch it, Buddy, there are three girls here who know where you sleep."
Jormungand's reaction when Steve stopped him from helping with the next Mission would have been funny if it hadn't led to their first real fight since getting back together.
"No way are you going out there!" Steve said firmly.
"I'm not even that far along, I can still fight!" Jormungand argued.
"You're staying here!" Steve insisted.
"I'm not an invalid," Jormungand hissed. "I went last time with none of you the wiser, I fought, and I was fine! You have no right to stop me!"
Steve frowned. "You're right—as your husband, I can't tell you what to do."
Jormungand's smug smirk disappeared when Steve followed that with, "But as this team's leader, you bet your ass I can ground you from missions."
"Language," Tony piped up while he passed them to go suit up.
"Shut it, Stark," Steve shot back, then he turned back to Jormungand. "Look, we're wasting valuable time—"
"Then stop being a stubborn ass!"
"—And I know you're not an invalid, that you're not weak. It's not just you, anymore, though; you've got a passenger, and I don't want to see either one of you hurt. You can walk it off, but she can't."
Jormungand growled, but didn't push it further. "Fine," he spat, and then he teleported out of the room.
Steve sighed. "Alright, let's get this over with," he muttered, and then he went to suit up.
Jormungand gave Steve the cold shoulder for three days before they worked it out.
During those three days, sides were taken and bets were made about how long the fight would last and who would apologize first.
Tony was one of the ones on Steve's side, while Erika agreed with her brother. Bruce and Natasha agreed with Steve, though they agreed that he wouldn't be the first to apologize—he was too stubborn. Loki and Clint were, for once, in agreement about something—Jormungand wasn't helpless, and he wasn't reckless, he would have been fine. Hela and Sleipnir sided with Jormungand, also, and everyone expected Fenrir to be on his brother's side, as well.
He wasn't.
"My brother cares little for himself," was all he said when confronted about both his choice and his bet—which had Jormungand as the one who was wrong and the one who would apologize first. "He hasn't had people to care for his wellbeing, so he tends to neglect himself and forget that what he does still affects others. He dislikes displeasing people, though, so he'll break and try to make amends first."
He was right.
On end of the third day Jormungand and Steve were in their room all night (Jormungand had been sleeping somewhere else during the fight) and he was just as affectionate as he usually was the next day.
"Ah, the healing powers of make-up sex," Tony teased them both during breakfast.
Steve threw an apple at his head.
Hver kastaði að þrisvar thá bláa skel ?! Ég sver við Óðni ég mun fokking enda þér ! -Who threw that thrice be damned blue shell?! I swear by Odin I will fucking end you!
Ég mun skera þig opinn og alisvín binda þig með eigin fjandans þínum görnum ! – I will cut you open and hog tie you with your own intestines!
Borða ryk minn, tík ! – Eat my dust, bitch!
Á vinstri – On your left.
Skyndilega er ég ekki tilfinning vel – suddenly I'm not feeling well.
Bróðir - brother
elskan mín – my darling
þú kjánalegt maður, setti mig niður ! – you silly man, put me down!
