Captain America/Thor - "The Paint's Supposed To Go Where?"
“The paint’s supposed to go where?”
Steve was sitting in the middle of the room, crosslegged. “On the wall,” Steve told him again, hands running over the swell of his stomach. Steve would’ve painted the room himself, but Thor insisted on trying out Midgardian traditions, and so Steve had decided on just watching. He wouldn’t admit it, but his legs ached after standing for a while. Carrying the child of the son of the God of Fertility was…different.
Thor turned to him with a raised eyebrow, paintbrush in one hand, hair collected in a messy bun on his head.
Steve dropped his head with a smile.
“In Asgard we don’t do ‘interior decorating’,” Thor informed him, using the phrase awkwardly as he moved to sit in front of Steve, hands falling on top of Steve’s. “Are you sure on the colour?”
Steve cast a glance over the buckets of pink paint, and shrugged. “It’s tradition. For a girl.”
Thor sat back. “For a girl,” he repeated with a strange look on his face.”Pink for a girl.” He made a noise, prompting another smile from Steve.
Thor was still confused about human habits gender-wise.
“It’s just a colour.” Steve reminded him.
“Our daughter deserves more than to be decided by a colour.” Thor replied grandly.
Steve smiled faintly. “I did say you could choose the colour. We were there for three hours.” In the end, Steve had just tossed out the pink idea. He may have been an artist, but he could only stand so long debating whether turquoise or aqua would help foster a warrior spirit. Thor had become obsessed with Earth baby superstitions. Steve wouldn’t admit it, but he found the whole thing adorable. They’d even done research together; the having a baby thing had changed a lot while he was on ice, and there were plenty of articles and books for gay couples too. Granted none of them specified being impregnated by a Norse God, but it was still much more than there was back in the day.
Thor made a ‘hmmph’ noise. “Too many choices,” he pointed out, squeezing Steve’s hands. “It seemed too important to rush.”
Steve leant in and kissed him gently, pulling them both to their feet. He swayed softly, balance always slightly off nowadays.
Thor’s hands fell on his hips to steady him.
“Besides,” Steve said, casting another look around the room. “We can always change it later.” His hand was on his stomach again. “We’ve got a while.”
Thor made a deep noise in the back of his throat and kissed Steve again.