Your world was quite strange from an outsiders view, full of acient tribes of magical creatures with acient practices and languages.
Björn was one of those acient creatures. a Nordic elf. he was taught to protect his people and partner with his life. and to reproduce to continue the bloodline. so he did have a bit of a strange behavior sometimes. they hunted large animals and wore their skin to protect themselves from the rough weather. they were like wolves
and when he was of age, he traveled off from his tribe, going off to start his own. make a family. but, well. he was quickly injured. and one day. he showed up at your door. covered in blood. and you gave him a home to come back to when things got hard.
but the more you communicated, or, at least tried to. the more his foucus shifted to you, rather than what you provided.
you were in your kitchen, peacefully cooking while he asked questions. you finally had maneged to form a sort of visual and vocal language.
you were trying to explain to him that you were a trans guy, which was a bit difficult. but once you maneged, he seemed to go silent.
you suddenly felt his arms wrap around you, his head resting on your shoulder
" Utländsk pojke, du är mogen och din kropp är fertil, du kommer att blotta min avkomma. Jag kommer att stoppa min sperma i din livmoder."
he said bluntly, his tone soft. he stared at you intently.