Ivar hates Christmas. He's a pagan. He has no interest in some dumb baby being born to save people from their sins or whatever.
Bucky is used to the cold. It reminds him of Hydra and of being frozen, but he’s made his peace with that, to an extent. He used to like Christmas, now he just does not care. Besides there's too much people around.
Weirdly enough Ivar was feeling complacent enough to actually listen to him for once when he told him they should go grocery shopping and hole up in the apartment.
"Maybe we ought to start throwing rotten food to those carolers" He said with a look of malicious glee in his eyes. Bucky had leveled him with a stare that pretty much meant 'Don't you fucking dare'
His arm was being a pain in the ass with the cold, too. And Bucky was pretty sure Ivar's legs were bothering him, too. Not that Ivar would say, he hated talking about his legs, hated the vulnerability it showed, even if it was Bucky, or you.
That was how they ended holed up, snuggled in bed, watching Die Hard and Gremlins and every other Christmas movie that wasn't really a Christmas movie. So far Ivar was loving Gremlins.
Bucky nuzzles his face against Ivar's neck and he hums in acknowledgement "What?" Ivar says right before he lets out a loud peel of laughter at what is happening on the tv "Watch the movie, Bucky. This was your idea, remember?"
Bucky grumbles and Ivar punches his arm playfully "You're being distracting"
"Good. Why do you like those ugly little shits so much?" He asks snuggling even closer to Ivar and Ivar turns his face a smirk on his face.
"Why don't you? Are you scared?" The sheer amusement on Ivar's voice makes Bucky lift his face and look at him "My lord Odin, are you scared?"
Bucky laughs "No, I just want to snuggle with you and you keep looking at those ugly, mischievous shits"
"Is because I'm an ugly, mischievous shit, James" Ivar says and Bucky looks at him unimpressed.
"Take that back" He says. That is the part of the conversation you hear just before you get inside the room.
"Take what back?" You ask starting to take your coat off "Is cold as fuck out there, guys"
Bucky turns to look at you "He said he's like a Gremlin"
You gasp turning to look at the flat screen "Guys! You should have waited for me? And why did he said he is like a gremlin?"
"He said that he's ugly like a gremlin"
You lift an eyebrow and turn to hang your coat and scarf, then stick your hands under your shirt and get your bra off, leaving your jeans for last. Then you climb on the bed and snuggle closer to Ivar "Take it back because is not true"
"Yeah, take it back, Ivar" Says Bucky.
You bury your face in Ivar's neck and he sucks in a startled breath, groaning "Your nose is cold" You just move closer to him and start kissing his jaw and cheek.
"You need to take it back" You say, teaming up with Bucky to be as distracting as possible "You know you're not ugly. So take it back"
Ivar chuckles "Just because you two are crazy, doesn't mean everyone else thinks I am pretty"
“Is because they are the crazy ones, not us” You put your hands under Ivar’s sweatshirt, smothering him even more between yours and Bucky's body "C'mon baby... I mean, I can think of some things you got in common with the gremlins but ugliness is not one of them" Says Bucky, his voice coming slightly muffled from Ivar's other side, his hand lands on your thigh and he lifts his head for a second "Doll... Your skin is extra soft today"
You let out a small giggle "Thank you, Buck" You feel another hand creeping up on your leg and grab it, pulling it away "Take it back, or there's no petting me today, Ivar. And no movie and no nothing for you"
Ivar rolls his eyes "I take it back. I do not look as ugly as a gremlin. But... If I don't what do I have in common with them?"
You lift your head again and smile "Well... You're a mischievous little shit and you've got a lot of murder in you, too. But you're pretty"
Bucky hums, still caressing your leg and Ivar lets out a frustrated groan.
