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A/N: I tried again and again to write this from Steve's point of view and go through more of the pregnancy, but I hope this isn't too disappointing. This is not the end, though it is coming soon. Thank you for reading.


"Come away now, Thor. You know that you will not be allowed in that room until it is all over."

Thor blinked for the first time in what felt like an eternity and took a step back from the door he'd been focusing on so intently. The world came back to him in a rush and he felt almost dizzy with the sensory overload that flooded him with the loss of his intense concentration. He could almost feel the blood rushing back into his sleeping feet and wasn't surprised when the backs of his knees hit a chair that someone had put behind him. Pepper helped him get comfortable in the chair before servants rushed around the hall, bringing in other chairs, a table, and laying a veritable feast upon it. As the servants went out, all of them smiling and pressing hands to the closed door with well wishes, his Alpha friends and family took seats around the table. Odin and Pepper took the seats right next to him and he looked around the table at the others. Fandral paced behind him, rocking his little one and settling her back into sleep. Runa was a fussy little one made even fussier by the fact that she wanted her Omega father and could not have him at the moment. Because Loki was in their quarters, his and Steven's, helping his mate birth their children.

It was the nature of being an Alpha that he was not allowed to be in the room while his Omega was birthing. Alphas never were. Their protective instincts were too strong when their mated Omega was in pain. They would tear through anyone near their mate, often to the detriment of their mate and the pups they were birthing. He knew why he wasn't allowed in the room, he accepted it in his head, but his heart was calling out to Steven, wanting more than anything to be by his mate's side. He could hear his pain in Steven's cries through the door, muted as they were, and wished nothing more than being able to take away the pain. The cries had increased in frequency and strength and it was tearing him apart.

"Pain is necessary for new life," Odin said quietly, filling a plate with light bread and cheese as well as some fruit and putting it in front of Thor, "Eat, my son. You must keep up your strength. Your mate will need you when the little ones are here."

"And you'll both have your hands full with three of them." Pepper agreed, stroking Thor's hair in a motherly way.

Thor chuckled dryly and spread a soft cheese on a piece of bread before he put it in his mouth and chewed it carefully. He could barely taste it, but he could see the wisdom in making sure that he took care of himself now so that he would be able to take care of his family when they needed him later. He and Steven had been shocked, at first, when they were told by the healers that Steven had three healthy, strong pups growing in his womb. But, when Loki and his mother had come to them apologetically and explained sheepishly that they'd both blessed Steven with fertility on top of Thor's own natural prowess Steve's reaction had been what he least expected.

At first Thor had been worried that Steven would pull away at the news. He'd already been so terrified, having panic attacks, just at the thought that he was pregnant again and the off chance that he could lose yet another baby. With three in his womb the chances of something going wrong were increased exponentially. But, instead of more panic, more despair Steven had laughed until he was breathless then kissed Thor until he was breathless too.

"My love?"

"It's all going to be okay this time, Thor," Steven whispered against his mouth, "I can feel it. With you and Mother and Loki all having blessed this pregnancy, blessed them…" He'd taken Thor's hand and pressed it against his belly gently where Thor could feel the energy of their growing children, "It's all going to be alright this time and we're going to have three beautiful children very soon."

Thor had never seen Steven as beautiful, as centered and calm, as he was for the rest of his pregnancy. It took Thor's breath away when he would walk into a room and find his Steven lovingly caressing his belly as he dreamed about when their children would be with them. There was a certain look in his eye when he was thinking about their children, and Thor had never been more in love with him than when he could see his love for their pups. He'd been so distracted by Steven throughout the pregnancy. His scent had been an intoxicating combination of his own and the pups growing within him, one fresh like the wind through the trees, one sweet like rose oil, and the last cool like an iced river. Thor hadn't been able to keep his hands off of him and Steven, in his pregnancy, had craved the closeness, the touch. They had spent hours, especially as his time approached, simply wrapped up in each other. The morning the birthing began he'd woken to find Steven standing at their bedroom window, bathed in early morning light that surrounded him like a halo. He'd been gazing out the window toward the park, but his hands had been cradling his belly. Thor had slipped out of the bed and walked up behind his Steven, setting his chin to Steven's shoulder and wrapping his own arms around his mate's body so that he could cradle the life inside of him as well.

They stood in loving silence for a time, no words needed, simply scenting each other and their pups before Steven turned his lips to Thor's and kissed him softly.

"We need to go to Asgard today, love," Steven whispered, so as not to break their spell of contentment.

"Why is that?" Thor asked, pressing kisses to his mate's neck.

"Because the babies are restless. We're going to meet them today." And Steven's smile had been so beautiful he hadn't even had time to be nervous.

They'd gathered the bags Steven had packed so carefully with everything he wanted for his birthing, taken a car to the tower, where they informed all of their friends of the occasion. All of the Omegas had gathered themselves to take the trip to Asgard, as it was tradition for the birthing Omega to have as many of those who loved him surrounding him as possible. It had been decided as soon as Steven had told them that he was expecting that Laura, Darcy, Bruce and Pietro would come with them right away to be with Steve from the start. The others would follow a little later after the young ones had been prepared for the trip. Steven had been happy when he realized that they would all be old enough for the trip by the time his time came. He'd confessed to Thor that it wouldn't feel right to him if all of his family wasn't there to celebrate when the time came. He'd heard Pepper making the calls to Xavier and Reed Richards to let them know that The Avengers would not be available for the next several days if anything world threatening came up as they prepared.

As soon as they'd arrived on Asgard Steven had been ushered away from him by his mother and brother, their friends happily following, all of them smiling and laughing with each other. Steven himself had been luminous with the knowledge of the prize at the end of the struggle and the friends who would be there to help him get to that prize. Thor hadn't even had time to kiss him and tell him of his love and wishes and so he'd felt at odds and decided to go back to Earth to help the others finish their tasks so that they could all be on Asgard as quickly as possible. But, when they'd gotten there, after the others had been settled in the rooms that had been made ready for them, he'd been at odds again and had simply stood outside of the birthing chambers for…he didn't know how long until Pepper and his father had pulled him out of his thoughts and he was surrounded by his friends and family, eating food that tasted like nothing but would help give him strength for his mate and little ones when he was finally allowed back in the room.

"It's hard to hear your mate in pain," Fandral said quietly, knowing Thor's mind, "Especially when you know that you can do nothing to help. But, in the end, it is worth it."

He laid the now sleeping Runa in Thor's arms and took one of the free seats around the table to put together a plate for himself. Thor looked down at Runa and couldn't help but smile. She was so fussy, especially compared to how easy a babe her brother had been, and she was so loved. She was pale as Loki, but her hair was much lighter and whether her hair would darken or lighten to favor one of her fathers as she got older was a subject of much discussion. Her little lips pursed in her sleep and Thor leaned down to press a gentle kiss to her forehead before beginning to eat again. He had spent so many hours dreaming of what his own children would look like and now that the time was so near…his heart felt as full as it had ever been. He looked around the table at friends and family and grinned.

Odin had been passed Cooper and he was entertaining the little one with a mirror he'd produced from somewhere in his voluminous robes. Wanda was holding Lila's hands in her own, bent over and helping her little sister in her ever-continuing quest to learn to walk. Clint was keeping an eye on all of his children as he held conversation with Natasha and there was a small, contented smile on his face that couldn't be missed. Volstagg and Stark had engaged themselves in some kind of drinking competition. He was surprised that Pepper was allowing it, but then noticed that she had Sam and Darcy's young one, Willa, in her arms and she was enraptured with the baby. Thor hoped that the adoption she and Stark had begun would come to fruition as soon as possible. He'd never seen an Alpha more suited to becoming a mother. She took care of them all so well. Sam himself was talking quietly with Sif, from his gestures he could tell that they were discussing the advantages of someone who spent a battle largely in the air being included in tactical discussion. This was his family. In that moment he knew that Steve had been right to insist that all of their family be there for the birthing. It was good and right and he felt himself relaxing just being surrounded by them all.

And it was in that moment that they heard the first cry of the first babe. Thor's arms went weak in shock and joy, but Sif was fast and managed to take Runa out of his them before he lost his grip on her. No one stopped him when he pushed abruptly back from the table, his chair toppling over backwards and made his way to the door. His legs wouldn't hold him, so he simply sunk to the ground and stroked the wood keeping him from his family, low noises of comfort he didn't even realize he was making issuing from his throat.

"Strong cries mean a strong babe!" Volstagg cheered boisterously, more than a little drunk. He and Tony took another drink, this time in celebration, and leaned on each other to keep themselves upright. Clint took Cooper back from Odin so that his father could sit on the ground next to Thor, keeping him grounded with a hand on his shoulder.

It wasn't long before the cries of a second babe joined just as the first were quieting and Thor felt his heart soar. A slightly longer pause and then a third babe joined in the chorus. All strong and wonderful. Thor felt nearly out of his mind with joy but took the time he knew Steven was being seen to as time to get himself back under control. It wouldn't do to meet his children when he was such a mess. He accepted the clean tunic that Pepper produced from somewhere unknown and washed quickly in the basin that was brought to him by a crying servant. It took him aback for a moment until he realized that she was crying in joy. It only took him a breath to remember her name was Hilde. She'd been a servant in the palace since he was a boy and there was no one more loyal to the royal family. As Loki and Fandral had claimed the nurse they'd shared as children for their own he thought Hilde might just be the best choice for Steven and himself. After all, he and Steven planned to be there for their children and raise them well, but with three, and their positions as defenders of Midgard, there would be times that they needed assistance. They would have to discuss it later. After they'd had some time with their little ones.

Just as Pepper deemed him presentable Loki slipped out of the room. He closed the door behind himself and leaned against it for a moment, just breathing. Thor had to keep tight control over himself so as not to rush his brother. Loki looked tired, but radiant as he took Runa from Sif and kissed her, his eyes dancing as he looked up at his brother.

"Three healthy, beautiful daughters, Thor," He said quietly, "And Steven did wonderfully. He's been healed of the small damages a birthing can cause but will need rest to fully recover. Bringing new life into the world is hard business. Are you in control enough to meet them?"

"I am, brother. Please…let me see my family."

"Of course." Loki grinned and opened the door, "Congratulations, Papa."

Thor forced himself to walk slowly into the room. He blinked at the sudden brightness of the setting sun after the dim of the hall, but his eyes quickly adjusted and he almost fell to his knees again when he saw his mate on the bed, propped up by a veritable mountain of pillows, his eyes half closed with exhaustion, but so very joyful. He was holding one of their precious children in his arms, cooing down at her, while Frigga and, surprisingly, Pietro were holding the others. Pietro looked nervous, Thor noticed, but Laura was there beside him encouraging him with a gentle smile. Darcy was running a gentle brush through Steve's hair and Bruce was at his mother's elbow, a small smile on his face as he looked down at the babe in her arms, genuine if not a little pained. Thor's heart went out to him that he would never know this joy that he and Steven had found. Hogun stood guard at the end of the bed, ever the warrior, and Thor nodded his thanks to him as he made his way over to the bed.

"Thor," Steven whispered, and held out the hand that was not cradling their child, "Come meet our girls."

"Our girls…" The emotion rose in his throat and blocked any further attempts at speaking as Pietro walked sedately over to him and laid the first of the babes in his arms. He could only guess what his scent was doing, but as soon as he was holding his babe in his arms every Omega in the room chuckled. He looked down at the beauty in his arms and no couldn't hold back his tears any longer. He made his way slowly over to the bed, barely conscious of the fact that Pietro was leading him so that he didn't trip as he couldn't take his eyes off of the babe in his arms. He sat on the bed next to his mate and pressed a kiss to the downy head of his babe before taking Steven's mouth in a tender, thankful kiss. His heart was so full, he couldn't speak, but he could see the same emotions echoed in Steven's eyes. He had never loved anything as he loved Steven and their children. He looked at the babe in Steven's arms and then back at the babe in his own.

"They're identical," Frigga smiled as she leaned over to show Thor the third of the children, "And gorgeous. And so very loved. Oh, my sons!"

"Mother," Steven took the hand that Frigga offered and set his forehead to hers when she leaned toward him.

Thor still hadn't found his voice as he scented his children one by one, knowing that he would never forget their individual scents, even for a moment. He didn't know how long it was before Steven whispered softly, "Are you happy, my mate?"

"My Steven," Thor looked down at their children once more, then up at his mate, "There has never been a happier man."