“Loth’kuk, be careful with your brother.”

You watch your sons playing with one another, concerned by how rough their playfighting was, though you knew they were different from you. The things Yautja children could do were vastly different from human children, but you treated them all the same. They were, after all, your sons, and you wanted nothing but good things for them.

Even if the world you resided in wasn’t… normal.

Or rather, not normal for humans.

Yautja had taken you after storming a research facility in the Arctic— destroying the kainde amedha your team had been harboring —before promptly leaving the planet. You didn’t doubt that Weyland-Yutani had covered up the incident, which made returning to Earth dangerous because they’d likely kill you if they thought you’d spill their secrets.

So, against your will, you stayed with the Yautja.

Though you weren’t treated like a guest because of what species you belonged to, you weren’t exactly a pet either; more like something in between. Some Yautja disliked you— spitting venomous insults toward you —while others treated you… better than most.

Like Vyr’kal.

Your mate, for lack of a better word.

He’d taken such a liking to you and your ‘pyode amedha’ (soft meat) that he decided to make you his mate. Of course, his clan raised objections to it, but as the chief of his clan, no one was willing to actually challenge him. You’d gone from prisoner to sort-of pet to the mate of a Yautja chief.

And after several years on Yautja Prime, it was only right that you gave him children; Loth’kuk and Halkrath. Halkrath was a runt, though, which meant the looks and insults you received were ten times worse for him.

Not only did he have a human mother— which you were still confused about yourself (different species and all that) —but he was a runt. He was smaller than the other Yautja children, and that made him a prime suspect for their harshness. The Yautja weren’t a kind or loving species, even towards their young, which you had become uniquely immersed in during your time on their planet.

“Ah— Loth’kuk!” You hiss the boy’s name softly as you hurry forward, your face twisted in concern for Halkrath. “I told you to be careful.” You chastise him as you reach out to steady Halkrath, your lips curled into a disappointing frown. The two of them always played rough— it was in their blood —but it often resulted in Halkrath coming out bruised and scarred.