And then, suddenly, there was a baby in his arms. Thor wasn't even certain when that happened. They were standing there, talking, he was offering to smash shit, and boom-- baby. Why had she given him a baby? He only barely caught the chuckle as she hurried off.
For a moment, he looked down into the dark eyes of the child, bemused. Then the baby blinked, and a wide smile spread across his face. Without thought, he began quietly speaking in his native language. “You are a tough little man, aren'tcha? You're gonna be just fine. Wait and see. So many things are waiting for you. First, you're gonna learn fun stuff, like crawling. Oh just you wait 'til you're mobile. So walking? You're gonna wanna get that down quick. It's faster than crawling, and you'll be able to go further. And you wanna go far. That's how you learn stuff. Get in trouble. Get dirty. Have adventures. And don't ever let anybody tell you that you're not a strong 'un. You came out fighting. You keep fighting. You hear me?”
Which was when he heard the she-creature ask for his name. He looked up, blinked and replied, “Thor. Yours?”