Dude looks like a lady

[captain_rogers]

While the thought of Bucky and the continued fruitlessness of his search for the man weighed heavy on him, there was little different in the routine Steve had taken up in being reintroduced to the hotel. Rising at dawn for a quick, but calorie-laden breakfast, the usual morning run out on the grounds for endurance, time in the gym for strength and flexibility, followed by the insistent growl of his stomach that demanded he rush through his shower before heading back to the Bistro for a second breakfast. All simple, already familiar, and done before nine in the morning.

What was neither simple nor familiar was what happened when he stepped out of the shower with no thought other than that he needed to towel off and dress before he could go out and public to sate the near constant hunger in his belly. He dried his hair with a quick scrub of a towel, wrapped the towel around his hips and padded through the door between bathroom and bedroom with every intention of following exactly that plan. He did not, however, intend on stumbling, thrown suddenly off balance by the length of his legs and the width of his hips and the entirely unfamiliar balance of his body.

He crashed unceremoniously to his hands and knees, shaking his head against the disorientation only to find a cloud of blonde hair in his face. Even as he swept it back with a pass of his hand, wondering at the length of that hair as it fell long past his shoulders, he found himself staring at the delicate and most assuredly feminine hands he held out before him.

Steve looked down at his body as he knelt on the floor, only to just as suddenly jerk his head back up as he flushed red with embarrassment, pulling at the towel around his (too round) hips until it covered him more...more, just more. He didn't want to think of what or how it covered him. There he scrambled for his clothes, hurriedly trying to find something of the too large, wrongly fitted things that could fit over the shape of this too body. A shirt that fell to the top of his thighs and swamped him, a pair of boxers rolled at the waist to fit less precariously, a leather jacket he zipped up over the unfamiliar terrain of his chest, and Steve rushed out the door in the hopes of finding someone he knew or someone who could fix...whatever this was.

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[the_allmother]

"New York?" Frigga echoed, the words unfamiliar to her. She knew that the young man's problem should probably take precedence at the moment, but as he was willing to converse about something else, Frigga took up the string of conversation.

After all, she wasn't entirely certain what Steve was referring to. She had put together that Thor had occupied other realms more than she had expected, but she was still realizing the extent of his travels. Admittedly, her son was young when she was from, but it was still a bit of a surprise to hear that he did battle with someone from Midgard. Perhaps more troubling was exactly who they could have been battling against. The last time they had gone to war for Midgard, it was against the Jotun, and that had been a grievous war.

She could only hope that truce lasted.

[captain_rogers]

It was not a belated recognition of the delicacy he would need in discussing how he had met Thor that Steve spoke with, but with a care and understanding he would not shrug off for the world. What crimes he knew her son guilty of were not ones he felt the least bit comfortable revealing to her, if she did not already know. That alone would have made him choose his words carefully, but added to the remembered moment two years in his past of Thor speaking of his mother's death, he wanted nothing but to keep from offending her.

"An alien army invaded our world," he told her, choosing a tact that would not require him to lie to the woman but still explain something of what had happened to bring a prince of Asgard into a battle on Earth. Even had deceit been anything he had been comfortable with, let alone the least bit skilled in, he would have shied back from lying to the mother of a friend. The woman carried within her a glowing warmth he could not help but react to, memories of his own mother long left unexamined but then riding the surface of his thoughts beside recent memory. "Thor came to retrieve some lost power of Asgard, and helped us fight off the army. Without him we could not have won without losing far more than we already had."

"He is a good man."