“So...” There goes that furious neck rubbing again. He’s going to rip the skin right off at this point, the way he’s going at it like he’s got fleas or more embarrassment than a kid his age can handle. “I guess no one knows because... um—. Okay. Hear me out before you start questioning. I don’t even know if I can keep it straight myself.”
He pauses in a spot of sun, feeling the delicious warmth of Asgard’s sun against his skin. He almost plops himself down on the grass, but he doesn’t really want to be looking up at Bucky. It’s one of those sticking points that bothers him a lot more than he likes. Luckily, there’s a beautifully carved bench with an apple and ivy motif not too far away from the sun and Steve stalks towards it, sitting so that his lower half is turned towards the empty space he half demands with his eyes that Bucky sit himself in.
“So my grandmother is a frost giant from Jotunheim, one of their rulers. He is a She but gender isn’t a thing for them. Non binary people would be so happy to hear it—“ But he digresses. “And somehow, they had a son who is a magic wolf and now I’ve got a little bit of magic in me too. Maybe I get hairy. Maybe I don’t. But they’re going to teach me not to be so... so overbearing. I might still freak out once a month and maybe you’ll need to cage me? Actually that might be something to talk about later.”
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“So...” There goes that furious neck rubbing again. He’s going to rip the skin right off at this point, the way he’s going at it like he’s got fleas or more embarrassment than a kid his age can handle. “I guess no one knows because... um—. Okay. Hear me out before you start questioning. I don’t even know if I can keep it straight myself.”
He pauses in a spot of sun, feeling the delicious warmth of Asgard’s sun against his skin. He almost plops himself down on the grass, but he doesn’t really want to be looking up at Bucky. It’s one of those sticking points that bothers him a lot more than he likes. Luckily, there’s a beautifully carved bench with an apple and ivy motif not too far away from the sun and Steve stalks towards it, sitting so that his lower half is turned towards the empty space he half demands with his eyes that Bucky sit himself in.
“So my grandmother is a frost giant from Jotunheim, one of their rulers. He is a She but gender isn’t a thing for them. Non binary people would be so happy to hear it—“ But he digresses. “And somehow, they had a son who is a magic wolf and now I’ve got a little bit of magic in me too. Maybe I get hairy. Maybe I don’t. But they’re going to teach me not to be so... so overbearing. I might still freak out once a month and maybe you’ll need to cage me? Actually that might be something to talk about later.”