Fenris watched all of this unfold with ears back from the scent of panic, there was something wrong in that mortal's mind, much like the madness of a warrior who has the battle fever on him. It would be a kindness to send him into one last battle and let him die in a glorious way, rather than continue with this burden.

"I must," he answered Thor, taking no offence to the title granted to his mother. Loki would not mind being titled so. "The one becoming unclothed is now pup to me, a mistaken passing of my blood to his, I must present him."

Bucky heard none of this, he only perceived that the weight holding him down was gone and he scrambled to his feet in record time. Steve would see that there was no recognition in his eyes, they were blank, like Bucky had been turned off with a switch and there was nothing left but fear and instinct. He swallowed hard, tears running down his face though he didn't notice them, and lashed out with a furious swing towards Steve.