Hello Everyone!

Thor and Jane are having a boy! There are still a couple more months until Jane is due and it's time to choose a name for Thor's firstborn son.

According to Asgardian tradition Thor gets to choose the name (and it's just fair since Jane chose Maddie and Maggie).

But now you get to decide, because Thor's having a hard time choosing between all these awesome Scandinavian names!

Check out the poll on my profile page now and vote! It's time to give baby Odinson a name! :D

-randomblueboots

CLINT

Blue streamers and ribbons were hung across the walls and strung from corner to corner of Thor and Jane's living room. All the furniture had been moved to open up dance space. Some sort of dance music was being played that Clint didn't recognize, and a few couples were dancing across the hardwood floor.

Two tables were set up at the end of the room, one with gifts, and another with cake and other snacks. Clint quickly went towards the tables to drop off his gift and to get some food. He had decided to skip breakfast on account of being late. He was shoving his face with chocolate chip cookies when Bruce Banner came dashing up behind him.

"Hey, Clint." His face was red and sweaty. Clint spoke around a cheekful of cookie.

"Hey, Bruce. What's going on?"

"Just dancing." Clint nearly choked.

"You're dancing?"

"Yes." Bruce said defensively, "I'm enjoying myself. It's fun. Where's Tasha?"

"Not feeling well this morning." Clint swallowed.

"Tell her she needs to come see me." Bruce nodded.

Agent Oath danced out of nowhere and grabbed Bruce's arm, laughing. Her blue eyes twinkling with excitement.

"Are you going to let me dance alone?" She gasped. Bruce grinned,

"Not a chance." He let her sweep him back onto the dance floor as Clint shook his head in amazement. What is this world coming to?

"Hello, Clint!" Thor called, waving from across the room. Clint moved over to him, after making sure to grab two more cookies.

"Hey, Thor. What's up?"

"I must choose a name for my heir."

"Your heir? You know we don't do that anymore, right. Mostly people split things up evenly."

"I understand, but I will still call him that. He is my first born son! I shall teach him everything I know, and one day he shall hold up Mjolnir in my place!"

"I see..." Clint frowned, thinking about it.

Thor was right. It would be nice to have an "heir" to take over what they were doing. So Thor would have his son. Tony had... Clint supposed Tony had Aspen. Loki had a child on the way as well. But who did Bruce, Steve, and Tasha have? Who did he have? The thought of having a child made Clint smile. A son or daughter to teach all the tricks of his trade- Archery. He could almost imagine Christmas day...

"Dad! Mom! Wake up! It's Christmas!"
"We're up! We're up! We're up!"

They would race down the hall, following Jr. to the tall tree, decked with ribbons and baubles a-plenty. Underneath would be something that Jr. would know hadn't been there the night before—a pile of presents, wrapped in beautiful colors.

"Wow!"

"Alright, son. Which one do you want to open first?" Clint would ask.

"Hmmm... That one!" Jr. would point to a tall thin one leaning against the wall. Clint would grin in anticipation as his son would tear off every last bit of red and gold paper to reach the cardboard box underneath. Then Clint would cut the tape with his pocket knife and his son would open the box to reveal his very own compound bow- red and black.

"My own bow!" Jr. would grasp the thing like a pro, and pull it out with a look of awe on his face. "Look, Mum! Santa brought me my very own bow! Just like Dad! Wow! Now I can be just like you, Dad-"

"Clint? Are you okay?" Clint jumped. Behind him stood Jane, her belly rounded to what seemed like enormous proportions, but Clint knew she still had a couple more months to go.

"What? Yes. I'm fine. I was just day dreaming."

"Where's Tasha?"

"She's sick. She wasn't feeling too hot."

"Oh. I'm sorry to hear that."

"Where are Maggie, Maddie, and Aspen?" Clint asked.

"They're in their room watching a movie." Jane said. "If you want you can go check on them."

"Sure."

Clint started off down the hall, but began hearing the music right away, and groaned inwardly. Not again...Thor's daughters were obsessed with the new Disney movie, Frozen. They loved it more than anything. Maggie always would laugh and say,

"Uncle Loki should be Elsa because he can make ice, and Daddy should be Anna!"

"LET IT GO! LET IT GO! I'M ONE WITH THE WIND AND SKY!" The three little girls were singing, or more like screaming, "LET IT GO! LET IT GO! YOU'LL NEVER SEE ME CRY!" Clint entered the room to find them all dancing around the carpeted floor, just like the snow queen was on the screen.

"Hello, girls."

"Hello, Uncle Clint!" All three cried, still dancing. "We're watching Fwozen!"

"I see that." Clint sat down on one of the giant pink pillows in the room. "Are you girls excited about your baby brother?"

"Yes!" Maggie and Maddie screeched. "We think Daddy should name him Olaf or Sven."

"Well, Daddy gets to choose because it's tradition." Clint said. "What about you Aspen?" Aspen stopped twirling and looked thoughtful.

"I don't care. I just wanna go home." Clint's heart nearly broke.

"You know what, how about we go visit your daddy right now?"

"Weally?"

"Yeah. I'll take you!"

"Weally, Uncle Clint? Weally?!" Clint nodded and Aspen squealed with delight, falling into his arms, and wrapping her little arms around his neck she gave him a big kiss on the cheek. "You're the bestest Uncle evah!"

THOR

"Well, that was a wonderful event!" Thor said as he poured Jane some tea. His wife was sitting on the sofa, surrounded by gift bags full of clothes, toys, and other baby essentials for their son. She had her feet propped up and she looked exhausted.

"It was. Now we'll have to throw one for Loki and Joy."

"You are right!" Thor gasped. "That is quite a good idea!" Jane smiled, and shoved all the stuff off the couch next to her, patting the seat for him to come sit down. He sat down, handing her her tea, and she snuggled up close to him. He kissed the top her head and smiled.

"Have you chosen a name yet?" Jane asked.

"A name? No... I think I might need some more time to choose." Thor said.

"Well, you've got two months left, just make sure you've got it by the time this boy decides it's time to meet his daddy."

"Of course." Thor nodded.

"I love you, Thor."

"I love you more, Jane."

"I love you the most."