prompt by kimberlelly (at lj): "Thor is mistrustful of snow."
And yes I'm aware Thor knows about snow/ice/etc due to Jotunheim, but pretend he doesn't!
Everything else may have changed, but seasons are still the same. Sometimes colder, sometimes warmer, but otherwise the mechanics of each stays as it was before Steve awoke. It's something he looks forward to tracking with the help of his faithful sketchbook and pencil in hand. It's certainly easier to do that in the warmer seasons, but winter is his favourite without a doubt. And perhaps it helps that there's someone more lost than Steve in the world when the first snow of the season falls.
"What is this frozen liquid falling from the skies, Captain Rogers?" Thor says, almost in his ready-to-call-my-hammer stance.
"Just Steve, Thor," Steve replies, chuckling behind his scarf. "It's called snow. It's fun when there isn't too much of it."
"Midgardians believe this – this snow – to be amusing?" Thor puts out his palm, watching as the snow melts on contact with his warm skin. "It perishes quite quickly. How can one enjoy this?"
Steve shakes his head and zips up his coat quickly. "Watch." He lies on his back on a reasonable pile of snow, and waves his arms and legs back and forth in the snow.
"What is it?" Thor asks, frowning, and pulling his jacket tighter to him. Just watching the Captain frolic in the icy precipitation is making his skin feel chilled.
Steve sits up, looking back at his handiwork. He laughs softly, turning to smile at Thor. "A snow angel. You should try, too."
Thor's brow creases and he gives his leader a disbelieving look. "It does not look like a being of Heaven, Steve."
"Gee, thanks," Steve chuckles, standing and wiping his pants off.
"I did not mean—" Thor sighs, and shakily lowers himself into a pile next to Steve's 'work'. "What must I do?" The frown seems to inhabit Thor's face permanently now that it's crawled there.
Steve huffs, but can't help smiling at how uncomfortable Thor looks. "Just lie back, and do what I did."
Thor does as he's told, and waves his arms about a bit more ferociously than required. "Enough?"
Steve nods, extending a hand for Thor to take. Steve's smile widens when he sees the shape it's made. "Take a look, Thor."
Thor brushes off the snow, expecting nothing of interest when he glances down. It's…horrible. "Have I failed Captain Rogers?"
It looks like a full circle, somehow. But it is Thor's first try. Steve just claps Thor on the back, ignoring the use of his alter ego's name, and mutters, "You can always try again. Some other day."
"Are there other things Midgardians use snow for?" Thor prompts, crossing his arms.
"Oh," Steve answers with a smirk, bending down, and balling up some snow with his hands, "just this." Steve throws it at Thor and runs across the park, laughing with a bit too much glee for a grown man.
"This is more my type of activity!" Thor announces, grabbing enough snow to make ten balls with and running after Steve.
The End.