Beware Brothers Bearing Gifts, Part Two, Stargate SG-1/Thor (Movie Verse), NC-17

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Author: phantisma
Artist: xxxholiclover
Fandom: Stargate SG1/Thor
Title: Beware Brothers Bearing Gifts
Rating: NC-17
Summary: In the wake of a mission gone very wrong, Daniel meets a stranger in a bar and even though he knows better, particularly when the man is very probably insane, Daniel takes him home. When the stranger turns out to not actually be insane, and an alien, Daniel finds himself in hot water...though how much trouble doesn't become clear for a few months...

Warnings: No serious warnings, but obviously for Mpreg, and guys having sex, also kissing and one too many Thors, contemplation of termination of pregnancy, Jack being Jack-like, and the like...
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"I'm fine." Daniel growled at the airman who was handing him a towel after he'd lost his lunch after coming through the gate.

"Daniel?"

He looked up at Sam and Jack and Teal'c who were watching him. "I'm fine," he repeated, climbing to his feet. "Just…something I ate."

Sam looked the most concerned, and her voice was low as she fell into step beside him. "Are you sure? This isn't the first time this week you've been sick. In fact, you've been sick off and on the last few weeks."

Daniel sighed. She wasn't wrong. Every morning like clockwork at three am he woke up with a need to dash to the bathroom and throw up, and for the last three weeks, certain smells did it to him too. More than once, gate travel made him queasy, but this was the first time he'd actually thrown up.

"Maybe you should go see Doctor Frasier."

"No maybes about it." Jack countered. "Get to the infirmary."

Daniel would normally argue the point, but honestly he was starting to worry himself, so he stopped in the locker room to drop his gear and headed for the infirmary.

Janet smiled at him as he made his way into the room, ducking past two Marines on their way out. "Hello Dr. Jackson, you're back early."

"Turns out P3X-653 had nothing to offer us but a lot of dust and a lot of wind and a few very curious local animal species."

"Well, they can't all be treasure troves or secret hideaways, now can they? You here for your after mission exam this fast?"

"Yes and no." Daniel said, gesturing with his head to a more private corner of the busy room. "I mean, you might as well do the whole work up, but I'm here for a more specific complaint."

"Okay, sit. I can get started, you can talk." She guided him toward a bed, already reaching for his head as he sat. "Tell me what's going on."

"I've been sick. Throwing up I mean. A lot lately."

"Nervous stomach?" Janet asked, her fingers going through the familiar steps, checking his head and neck, throat and shoulders.

"No, not exactly." He fidgeted a little. "It's a reaction to smells usually. Or in this case, coming through the gate."

"When did this start?"

"About three, four week ago maybe?"

"Any other symptoms?"

"Well, I throw up every morning too. Three am almost on the nose. Then I'm starving. This morning I ate a half a dozen eggs without realizing it."

She raised an eyebrow at him. "Well, it's no wonder you're throwing up then."

"Funny."

"Well, you're not running a fever. I could run some blood work, see if there are any unusual bugs running around in your system." She glanced up as the rest of the team came in for their after mission check ups, and behind them SG3 was returning from their mission as well. "How about you come back in about an hour?"

Daniel nodded and eased off the bed, but before he'd taken two steps everything grayed out and he collapsed.




"There you are, welcome back." Janet's face smiled down at him as his eyes opened and focused. Daniel started and tried to sit up, but her hand on his shoulder gently guided him back down. "Not so fast."

"What happened?"

"You fainted." Jack's voice said from beside him.

Daniel turned and squinted at him.

"In a manly fashion." Jack amended, grinning.

Something in his voice or the grin made Daniel think of Thor.

"I'm fine." Daniel insisted, trying again to sit up.

"You were out long enough for us to get you up on the bed. I'd say that isn't fine." Janet countered. "You are staying here until I get some answers.

Jack stood. "If you've got him, I have a debrief to get to."

Janet nodded. "Of course, sir. Daniel's in good hands."

"I'll be back."

Daniel huffed and watched Jack leave, then looked up at Janet. "So…any ideas?"

"You're probably dehydrated to start with, so I'm going to start there. We'll get an IV going while we decide what tests to run. So get yourself comfy, you might be here a while."



Nearly four hours later, Daniel was getting restless. He felt fine, better even, now that he'd had enough fluids pumped into him to float the Titanic. They'd taken blood at least three times, made him pee in a cup and had run any number of tests.

Janet came to his bed, chewing on her lip as she read the results of the last round.

"So?"

"Well, according to all of my tests, you are the picture of health. You do have a bit of an elevated white blood cell count, but there is no sign of infection."

"Then what is that look?" Daniel asked, rubbing at the site where the IV had been.

"Some of your results are odd. Not an indication of an illness, exactly."

"What aren't you saying?" Daniel asked, the sense of her hesitation making him anxious.

She put down the chart and looked him in the eye. "Well, Daniel, if you were a woman I'd be congratulating you right now."

"Congratulating me?"

She nodded. "The best answer I can come up with is pregnancy."

Daniel snorted. "For a minute there, you had me worried."

"I'm not sure I'm not worried." Janet countered. "You have elevated levels of estrogen and progesterone in your system."

Daniel shook his head. "And that means….what?"

She shrugged. "I don't know."

"So…can I go home now?"

"Not just yet. Lay back. I want to look at your stomach."

Daniel lay back on the bed, letting her pull up the hospital gown they'd put him in shortly after Jack left. She frowned a little, her hand on his abdomen. "Daniel, have you noticed this?"

He leaned up on his elbows to look at his normally lean stomach. He had developed a bit of a pooch there, but he'd been slacking off in the gym lately and hadn't really thought much about it. "I need to do more sit ups, I guess."

She shook her head. "No, I don't think that's it. Feel this." She drew one of his hands down to his stomach, pressing it against the small bulge. It was hard.

Daniel frowned up at her. "What is it?"

"We're going to find out. Michelle, bring me the ultrasound machine."

"What are you thinking it is?" Daniel asked, his hand feeling over the bump now, unable to let it be, and not sure how he'd managed to not notice it.

"Relax, Daniel."

"Like hell. What is it?"

The nurse wheeled the ultrasound over and Janet pressed him back down. "Let's have a look." Janet squirted a cold gel over his stomach and brought the wand close, her eyes on the screen of the machine as she started moving the wand over his skin.

Daniel squinted at the screen, but he really couldn't make out anything. Not until Janet's hand stopped moving. "What the…" Janet leaned in, blocking Daniel's view.

"Janet…is that…that can't be…" Daniel shook his head in denial. "No."

"Daniel, calm down."

"Don't tell me to calm down." He pushed her hand and the wand away, climbing off the bed. He reached for his pants, pulling them on while she was still dealing with the machine.

"Daniel, I need you to lie back down."

"No. I need to get out of here."

He grabbed his shirt and his shoes and bolted for the door. He was almost to the elevator when he realized his car keys were in his office and he turned around, racing to get to them before Janet sent security after him.

Or worse. He was at the elevators when Jack caught up.

"Daniel."

"No." He held up a hand and shook his head as the elevator opened. "No."

Jack huffed and followed him onto the elevator. "You know I can't let you leave."

"I am not….just…no." Daniel wouldn't look at him, somehow looking at him would make it real.

"Okay, but you need to come back to the infirmary, let Doc Frasier figure it out."

"I need some air. I just….I want to go home, Jack."

"Not happening. When these doors open, there will be an armed guard ready to bring you back down. You don't want that."

No, he didn't. But then again, he didn't really want to be here either. "It's not real."

"Okay." Jack rocked back on his heels but kept his eyes on the door. When it opened, sure enough, four men with guns drawn were waiting for them. "I got this guys, thanks." He pushed the button that would take them back down. "It's going to be okay, Daniel."

"You don't know that." Daniel snapped. It wasn’t Jack’s fault, but this couldn’t be real and Daniel wasn’t sure how to react aside from the blind panic filling him.

“We’ll figure this out.”

Daniel shook his head. He wasn’t so sure.

They were met by a full medical team when the elevator stopped again and Daniel complied with the order to get on the gurney simply because he knew the alternative wouldn’t be nice.

They whisked him down the hall and into one of the isolation rooms, hands moving all around him and it was too much. He started slapping hands away. “I can undress myself.”

“Enough.” Jack said from the doorway. “Give the man some room.”

The medical staff backed off slowly, one of them leaving a fresh gown on the end of the gurney. Daniel didn’t move or look up until they were gone. “Thank you.”

“Do me a favor, will ya? Get changed, behave, let the doctors do their thing?”

“Like I have a choice?” Daniel asked, pulling his shirt off.

“Play nice.”

Daniel huffed, but nodded. “Fine. Get out.”

Jack held up both hands and turned for the door, pulling it shut behind him. Daniel gave vague thought to making a run for it before Janet and her team came at him again, but figured Jack would just catch up to him again, so there wasn’t any point. He stripped down and pulled the gown on, his hand falling to the small bump on his stomach.

He knew what he’d seen on that screen.

But that wasn’t possible because men couldn’t. There was another explanation. It was a tumor. That would explain the upset stomach. Of course, there was something wrong with the idea of a tumor that big being the reassuring option.

Still, he was fairly certain tumors didn’t move on their own. And that…well, it had been moving. And distinctively shaped like a head. And hands.

He moved from the gurney to the bed in the room, figuring Janet would be in soon, and sure enough, the door opened and Janet entered the room with two nurses pushing in the ultrasound machine. “Okay, Daniel. We’re going to get a better look, and then we’ll discuss what is going on.”

“I think it’s pretty damn obvious what’s going on.” Daniel said, though he lay down and let her adjust the blankets covering his legs and the lift the gown to expose his stomach.

He moved his arms up under his head as she positioned the machine where they could both see it, and brought the wand to his stomach. One of the nurses put more gel on his skin and Janet brought the wand down, moving it slowly over the small bump. “There…” She stopped moving the wand as the image cleared on the screen, a very definite tiny little hand and leg and head.

She moved the wand a little more, her finger tracing a line. “There’s an umbilical cord, and what appears to be, for lack of a better word, a uterus.”

“Except men don’t have those.” Daniel said, squinting at the screen.

“Except that you seem to have grown one.” Janet countered. She moved the wand a little more, clearly looking to see what other abnormalities he’d grown. “Okay, Michelle take this?” Janet handed off the wand and took the towel Michelle offered her, wiping Daniel’s stomach. Daniel watched her fit her stethoscope to her ears, then settle the end onto his stomach.

A slow smile curled her lips. “Strong little heartbeat. Want to hear?”

Daniel frowned at her. “What?”

“No?” She inhaled and took the stethoscope off. “Okay, so the sickness has been the last three weeks?”

“More or less, I guess.” Daniel responded, still frowning.

Janet was jotting notes in his chart, nodding and not looking at him. “What about before that?”

“What about before that?” Daniel asked, shifting on the bed now.

“Any fatigue, dizziness, headaches, cravings, unusual appetite or lack of appetite?”

He thought about it. “Not really…though…”

She put the chart down and looked at him. “What?”

“It was nothing. A month or maybe two ago, I felt like I was coming down with something. Tired, achy, sick to my stomach. Nothing came of it.”

“Okay.” She made more notes, then nodded. “Next, we’re going to draw some fluid from the embryonic sac and then some blood from the fetus for testing.”

“What kind of testing?” Daniel asked, his hand cupping to the small bulge.

“Well, for starters, we want to find out if it’s human and healthy.”

“Can’t we just…take it out?” Daniel asked, though some part of him protested the idea.

Janet smiled at him, a soft look of concern and understanding. “First we need to figure out how it happened. One thing at a time.”

One of the nurses came in then with long needles and Daniel turned his head away. He didn’t want to see. He didn’t want to acknowledge it. It wasn’t real.



“He’s really pregnant?” Sam asked, the look on her face filled with wonder, even as Daniel sulked at the end of the conference room table.

“Yes.” Janet said, opening up a folder. “As near as I can tell, Daniel is carrying a healthy, human boy. He’s roughly sixteen to seventeen weeks along, judging by what we know about a woman in the same situation.”

“Except I’m not a woman.” Daniel said.

“Have we figured out the how part yet?” Jack asked. “Or who the father is?”

Janet shrugged. “I can only report on what I can see.”

“What are our options, Doctor?” General Hammond asked.

Janet inhaled and let it out slowly. “Well, right now, neither Daniel nor the baby are in any danger. However, as the fetus grows, his body will be under significant stress, his internal organs will need to shift to accommodate it. Eventually, it might become too much for him.”

“What about removing it now?” Sam asked, though she flinched a little.

“The baby would most certainly not survive, and I’m not sure what effect it would have on Daniel. The uterus has integrated itself into his body. Operating now could be risky.”

“Seventeen weeks?” Sam asked. “Weren’t we on P3X-609 about then?”

Jack made a face. “The one with the kids?”

Sam nodded. “Could we have maybe missed something then?”

“What, you think the village elders somehow got me pregnant in revenge for what happened?” Daniel asked. “I think I might have noticed something like that.”

“You were gone a long time with that big guy.” Jack said.

Daniel shook his head. “I told you then, we were trying to get through the other side, and we weren’t alone.”

“So where were we right after that?” Sam asked, glancing up at Teal’c, who had stayed quiet.

“We remained on earth for several weeks after P3X-609.” Teal’c responded. “Due to the Thor incident.”

Daniel felt the color drain from his face. Thor. Who he had had sex with. Repeatedly. Who was an alien. Or a god, depending on who you asked. From a mythology where it was not unusual for the men to change gender or give birth.

He stood and paced away from the table. Thor.

“Daniel?” Jack said, his voice climbing a little at the end. “Are you sure you told us everything about that little incident?”

Daniel rolled his eyes. It had been a month of getting the third degree and Jack being pissed at him. Two months of research at the site.

And no answers.

Jack was up out of his chair. Daniel could feel him. “Yes. Okay?” Daniel said finally, moving away from Jack. “Yes. I slept with him.”

He dared a glance up, but Jack didn’t seem to be too shocked. “But still….I mean…two men can’t…” he gestured at his stomach.

“Well, two human men can’t.” Janet agreed. “But you said then that this guy was…different.”

“He was strong like you’ve never seen. I doubt even Teal’c could have lifted that hammer of his.” Daniel said, pacing again. “But still…it’s not like he’s an actual…god…right?”

“You got a better explanation?” Jack asked.

Daniel exhaled explosively. “I need to talk to him. Sir,” he turned to General Hammond. “I need to go to the bridge site.”

“What makes you think you can get in touch with him, Son?”

Daniel rolled his eyes. “He told me…this sounds so stupid…He told me that all I had to do was call for him…”

“Like that isn’t a line.” Jack snorted.

“Jack, please. Just…back off.” Daniel looked at General Hammond. “Send someone with me if you have to…I swear I’ll come back as soon as I have an answer.”

General Hammond stood, nodding once. “Colonel O’Neill, you have twenty-four hours and I want to see this Thor this time.”



Daniel was doing his best not to think about this. This being the…thing inside him. Baby, he corrected himself. As far as anyone could tell it was an actual baby.

He didn't like the way Jack kept looking at him or the subtle differences in how the others acted. Like he was suddenly some fragile thing. And okay, so he was very aware of his emotional swings now that he knew…and yes, he had actually burst into tears that morning over….practically nothing. But he wasn't going to break.

At least he didn't think he was going to.

Of course, he might break heads if they kept coddling him.

"Did we really need the whole team for this?" Daniel asked as Jack stopped near the site.

"For backup." Jack deadpanned.

Daniel muttered under his breath as he got out of the jeep, cursing in any number of languages as he trudged up the small incline to the circle. The grass had grown in, hiding the intricate pattern the bridge had left on the forest floor.

The others hung back as Daniel looked around him self-consciously. He licked his lips and exhaled. "Thor…I um…well…I kinda need to talk to you…Any chance you could…" He rubbed at his forehead, feeling more than a little foolish with his whole team watching and the idea that he was about to tell someone he was going to be a father, and the fact that he was talking to the sky like a crazy person.

"Thor?" He tilted his face up toward the sky, closing his eyes against the absurdity of it all. "Anyone up there listening?"

His mind tripped over the mythology. Heimdall. He opened an eye and sort of shrugged. What more could it hurt? "Heimdall, if you're looking this way, I need to speak to Thor."

The clouds above him got a little darker, but still nothing. Daniel turned to shrug at Jack, and when he turned back a funnel of color was landing beside him. Daniel stumbled backward and landed on his ass.

Thor was…resplendent, if Daniel had to pick a word. He was clad in armor and a sweeping scarlet cloak, his hammer in hand, grinning at Daniel and reaching down to help him up. "Daniel, it is good to see you."

Thor pulled him into a hug that was bruising.

"Hey now, careful with him." Jack said.

Thor released Daniel and looked up at Jack and the others. "You have brought friends." Thor bounded up to Sam, still grinning. "The lovely lady coworker."

"Sam," she supplied, blushing as he kissed her hand.

Daniel hurried up next to them. "This is Teal'c."

Thor stood up straight and greeted Teal'c with a fist to his chest and a tight bow of his head. "A fellow warrior."

"And Jack, Colonel O'Neill, my boss." Again with the salute.

"It is an honor to meet all of you."

Daniel touched his arm. "I ah…yeah…that's nice…but I need to talk to you." He drew Thor to the side, away from the others. "I, um…we…" He shook his head. He had no idea how to say this. "So, um. The thing is…"

"What he's trying to say is, you knocked him up." Jack supplied.

Thor's face clouded and he frowned.

"Not helping, Jack." Daniel said, sighing. His hand fell to the small round bump of his stomach. "But he's not wrong." Daniel looked up into Thor's face. "Knocked up…it means…pregnant."

He watched the understanding dawn slowly and the frown melted from Thor's face to be replaced by the widest smile. Thor dropped his hammer and reached for Daniel, picking him up, turning around once before putting Daniel on his feet. "This is a most glorious day!"

"Glorious?" Daniel asked. "I'm a man. Men don't get pregnant, Thor. Not here."

"Wait." Thor stepped back and looked at him. "Are you not pleased?"

"Pleased?" Daniel pulled a hand through his hair. "I’m a lot of things right now, but no I am not pleased."

Thor frowned. "You did not choose this?"

"Like I said, even if I did choose it, men don't get pregnant!"

Suddenly Thor was turning, looking up at the sky. "Loki!"

There was a rush of color and a thud, and Loki was there, laughing. "It took you long enough."

"Did you cause this, Brother?" Thor asked.

Loki shrugged. "Someone's got to teach you about whoring around every chance you get."

"Hey!" Daniel stiffened at the slight, but Thor intervened, putting himself between Daniel and Loki.

"Besides, you're the one who did the deed, Brother, I merely…helped."

"When Father learns of this—"

Loki waved a hand at him in dismissal. "Father will be thrilled to be getting a grandson, do not pretend otherwise."

"Not to interrupt this family discussion…" Jack said, stepping closer. "But we want to invite you both to our base, to meet others and help us help Daniel."

"Of course we will help Daniel, Colonel O'Neill." Thor said, grabbing Loki's arm and dragging him out of the circle. "Will we not, Brother?"

Loki rolled his eyes as Thor retrieved his hammer and shoved him toward the jeep, but he didn't protest.




"I grow tired of this." Loki said, pacing the small room.

"It shouldn't be long now." Daniel responded, slipping out of Thor's reach for perhaps the fifth time in as many minutes.

"You said this before." Loki was clearly agitated.

Daniel went to the door and knocked. "Let me see if I can find out what's taking so long."

The door opened and Daniel slipped out between the two guards. He was half way to General Hammond's office when Jack appeared with Thor…the other Thor.

"Thor. Jack?" He looked up at Jack.

"What did you expect? As soon as I knew we'd be seeing them again, I sent word."

"I would like to see these visitors, Dr. Jackson."

Daniel pulled a hand through his hair and nodded. "We have cameras in the room. Come on." He led Thor to a room where they were monitoring Thor and Loki. Thor moved to the monitor, watching as the Thor in the room tried to placate Loki. "He's restless, thinks we're keeping them prisoner."

"Well, we are, Daniel." Jack said. "We can't just let aliens wander the planet without knowing anything about them."

"Jack, it's not like I knew…"

"Until you did…and even then you didn't report it, Sam did."

"That's not fair—"

"You slept with him, Daniel."

Daniel scratched at his forehead and conceded the point. "Okay fine. But that doesn't mean we have to treat them like the enemy."

"If I was treating them like they were the enemy, they'd be in the brig, Daniel, not a cushy guest room."

"I will need to examine them more closely." Thor said, turning to look up at Daniel and Jack. "And Dr. Jackson as well."

There was a shimmer of light and the unsettlingly familiar feeling of the world dissolving and Daniel found himself aboard Thor's ship, with the other Thor and Loki and Jack.

Thor and Loki were instantly on guard and Daniel stepped between them and the smaller Thor immediately, hands up to placate them. "Easy. You're okay."

"What just happened?" Loki asked, looking around them. "And where are we?"

"Remember when I told you I knew someone else named Thor?" Daniel asked, looking at Thor. "Well, this is him. Thor, Loki, this is the Asgard high commander, Thor."

"What manner of trickery is this?" Loki demanded, even as Thor squinted and slowly went to one knee as the smaller Thor approached.

"I assure you, there is no trickery involved," small-Thor said. "I mean no harm. I have transported you onto my ship, so that I might examine you and Dr. Jackson, to determine how this has happened."

"It is not so great a mystery," big-Thor said, though his voice sounded as though he were at least a little mystified. "It is a wondrous event."

Loki tugged on his brother's shoulder, attempting to pull him away from Thor. "You can not trust them brother. They keep us prisoner."

"Daniel is my friend." Thor countered.

"Daniel is the latest in a long string of harpies you have seduced to occupy your time when you are not fighting or feasting or boasting of your deeds."

"Calm down." Jack said. "You're not prisoners, exactly. But you're not free to just walk around either. We need some answers, and seeing as this Thor was the first Thor we met, and he's saved our collective asses more than once, we're going to defer to him."

"And…and…I think this could be good." Daniel said, thoughts rushing together. "Because maybe you can help his people."

"They are a small and fragile looking sort." Big-Thor observed. "Come, brother, what harm is there in seeing what wonders they have made and letting them see what glorious warriors we are."

"You can let them examine you all you want. I want no part of this." Loki drew himself up regally and crossed his arms. "Besides, you are the one whose child grows inside the scholar."

"Come then, Little Thor, I will allow this examination while my brother sulks."

Daniel exhaled in something like relief. At least there was a hope of getting more answers.

"You okay?" Jack asked as Daniel's stomach tightened and bile rose in his throat.

"I'm…pregnant." Daniel responded, grabbing his arm as the nausea crested. He bent over, dragging air in through his nose, hoping to stem it off, but it was too late. He vomited out onto the floor.

Jack rubbed over his back gently. It was oddly comforting.

"Dr. Jackson." He looked up to find the two Thors looking at him. He nodded to Jack that he was okay, then straightened up to follow the Thors to the scanning equipment.

"I'll just….clean this up." Jack called after them.