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Month 3
Going to a new school was overwhelming. Magnus was utterly overwhelmed trying to acclimatize to America already. American school felt bizarre. The way things were done took getting used too and in his first week he had utterly destroyed a poor tree out in the preserve with his claws out of sheer frustration. After his mini-meltdown though things started to go a bit more smoothly. Having Scott and Stiles around was a big help. Scott’s presence was comforting and while they didn’t share classes he at least got to see him at lunch and on his free periods. There were several things he really did not like, however. Namely how people treated Scott and Stiles.
Now, Magnus freely admitted Stiles was a spaz, a motormouth and frankly annoying. But he liked those things about Stiles it made him unique and did nothing to detract from the fact that when he was able to focus he was a brilliant kid, with an impeccable sense of humor and a sarcastic wit that never ceased to amuse him. He was important to Scott and by extension important to Magnus. The werewolf had been mostly able to keep Scott and Stiles from being picked on by hanging around them keeping his ears open and simply being the looming presence in the background that people were smart enough not to fuck with. People like Jackson Whittemore who simply mouthed off he could tolerate. Stiles seemed to actually enjoy backsassing Jackson and Scott usually ignored Jackson seldom rising to his bait. Some of the other meatheads, however, weren’t as wise.
He had just finished his lunch and was headed to the library to pretend to study on his free period. Aka read the Gotrek and Felix series for the 10,000th time. Magnus heard a muttered curse and some laughing rounding the corner just in time to see Stiles’ books go flying out of his hands. Well, they’d been knocked out of his hands by one of the lacrosse players Jason or something like that.
“Watch what you’re doing spaz.” Magnus stalked forward grabbing the jock by the back of his neck squeezing his pressure points and trying not to enjoy the cry of pain too much. Stiles was gaping at him from where he’d been knocked to the floor.
“That wasn’t very nice now was it?” The jock managed to turn his head enough to see Magnus his face going pale at the much larger man looming over him with a death grip on his neck.
“N-no” He stammered Magnus had to bite the inside of his cheek to keep from laughing at the idiot's expression. Magnus hated bullies especially the ones who became whimpering cowards the moment they picked a fight they couldn’t win.
“Here is what you are going to do then, pick up Stiles books, Help him up and apologize. Do that and I won't send you home with a broken nose. Fair?”
Jason nodded stumbling forward as Magnus shoved him. He picked up Stiles thing reeking of anger and shame. He helped Stiles to his feet handing over his books looking down at his shoes like a scolded toddler.
Magnus stood behind him still looming there with his arms crossed over his chest.
“Sorry Stiles, I was just kidding around,” Jason said sheepishly his voice shaking a bit clearly intimidated by the threatening giant.
Stiles looked from Jason back to Magnus who gave him a wink and a shrug.
“Yeah, well don’t do it again.”
Jason nodded and hastily retreated with his tail between his legs.
Once he was out of sight and earshot Magnus laughed patting Stiles on the shoulder.
“Dude, what was that?” Stiles asked giving him a quizzical look.
The taller teen shrugged brushing Stiles’ shoulder off affectionately.
“In the immortal words of Captain Janeway, I don’t like bullies,” Magnus said with a chuckle he gestured Stiles onward towards the Library.
Stiles scoffed, that was a clear understatement. Nice reference though.
“Dude you’re kinda scary when you are mad.” Stiles let himself be prodded along toward the library Magnus looming behind him like a bodyguard.
“I’m very protective of my people Stiles.” He wrapped his long arm around the Shorter teen. “You are my people.”
Stiles Smiled at that taking their usual table at the library were Isaac and Scott were already waiting for them.
“Where were you guys?” Scott asked giving them a joint look of concern.
Magnus shrugged pulling his book out of his backpack. He tangled his finger’s with Isaac’s under the table squeezing his hand affectionately before returning it to his book.
“Magnus was helping me with something that's all,” Stiles replied with a reassuring nonchalance.
Scott looked at them, then shrugged seemingly satisfied by that answer. They spent most of their free period in silence, Magnus occasionally pausing his reading of the adventures of a Certain Dwarf and his human bestie to help Scott with a problem. Scott was smart but he still struggled with certain subjects, most of which Magnus was good at. He liked helping Scott with his homework made him feel useful.
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Magnus was just coming out of class when he saw a throng of people gathered around in a circle, phones in hand laughing at something. He caught sight of a girl on the ground looking to be having a seizure. Seriously? This was their reaction laugh and make a video? Magnus stalked over slapping the phone out of the hand of the first asshole he passed drawing complete silence from the crowd.
“You people are disgusting.” Magnus spat. “Back up give her some room.” Everyone immediately took a step back whether out of fear or respect that Magnus was the only one that seemed to know what to do, he didn’t really care. Magnus took off his Jacket placing it under her head and managed to tear the collar of her shirt open a bit clearing the tight elastic away from her throat. He stayed there with
The girl stopped seizing after about thirty more seconds and Magnus gently turned her onto her side clearing her airway. She looked incredibly confused and freaked out but she wasn’t hurt. “Hey there what’s your name?” Magnus asked smiling at her his hand resting comfortingly on her shoulder.
“Erica.” She managed to say after she became more coherent.
Magnus nodded gesturing to himself. “I’m Magnus, you had a seizure. Do you know where you are?” he said in a calm soothing tone of voice. The same kind of voice his father would use to talk to a frightened Beta or Melissa would use to talk to a patient. He knew all those first aid courses he took would be useful one day.
“I’m at school,” Erica replied a bit shakily but she seemed mostly cognizant.
Magnus nodded that was good she wasn’t too far out of it. She looked down at her wet pants, she had peed herself but that wasn’t her fault. Luckily her pants had absorbed most of it Magnus took a towel out his gym bag and offered it to her she used it to cover herself. Magnus heard Scott coming down the hall with the school nurse.
The nurse reached them and knelt next to Erica this was probably something she’d dealt with before. “I’ll take it from here Magnus, thank you for watching over her.”
Magnus nodded picking up his Jacket and smiling at Erica again.
“Take care, Erica, I’ll see you around.” She returned the smile as Magnus stood patting Scott on the shoulder as he passed. He waited until they were almost to his the library before stopping him.
“Dude, what you did for Erica, that was really cool.”
Magnus shrugged, turning and making eye contact with Scott. He’d just did what he’d been taught in the first aid classes Dad suggested he take it was no big deal.
“When I see someone in trouble I try to help if I can.”
Scott nodded giving his forearm an affectionate squeeze.
“You’re a good guy Magnus, Glad you’re my stepbrother.” Only Scott could drop a bombshell like that and walk away nonchalantly. Of course, he probably didn’t understand just how impactful what he’d just said actually was. Still, if Magnus had a smile plastered on his face the rest of the day he had a good reason.
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“Scott,”
Scott grumbled and turned over pulling his pillow over his head to drown out Magnus it was Saturday he wasn’t getting up yet. Scott was suddenly left with no covers over him as they were ripped off his bed by a jolly blonde Giant.
“Wake up birthday boy.” Magnus huffed a laugh affectionate tone to his voice.
Oh right it was his birthday Scott removed the pillow from his head sitting up to see Magnus standing there holding a tray.
“You made me breakfast?” Not that it was uncharacteristic of Magnus to make him breakfast. Though he’d never served him breakfast in bed.
Magnus rolled his eyes setting the tray on his lap with a smile. He ruffled Scott’s already sleep-mussed hair before flopping back on his own bed. “Yes I made you breakfast, now eat and get dressed I’ve got a surprise for you.”
Scott wondered what he had in store but decided not to ask. He knew wouldn’t get an answer anyway. Magnus was already fully dressed and far more chipper than he normally was in the morning so he must’ve had something up his sleeve. “Can’t believe you made me cinnamon rolls.”
“Cinnamon rolls for my favorite cinnamon roll.” Magnus laughed at him again ruffling Scott hair again as he headed out the door. “Meet me downstairs when you’re done, buddy.”
Scott nodded watching his stepbrother exit the room. Followed by his mother shouting. “Magnus Nilsson how many times do I have to tell you not to slide down that railing!”
He chuckled to himself quickly finishing his breakfast and getting ready for his birthday.
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Scott trusted Magnus, but being led around blindfolded was kinda scary, this felt like a frat hazing waiting to happen. But the firm comforting grip the older teen kept on his arm, leading him over rough terrain and into he presumed the preserve judging by the smells and sounds. Was enough for him to Trust Magnus wasn’t leading him to harm.
“Okay take off the blindfold.” Magnus instructed squeezing his tricep affectionately.
Scott took off the blindfold to see Isaac and Stiles holding a giant Happy birthday banner standing in front of a portable picnic table loaded with his favorite foods. As well as a few carefully wrapped presents. He smiled at his friends letting Stiles pull him into a hug.
“Happy birthday Scotty, we thought you’d just want a calm little gathering instead of something extravagant.” Stiles broke the hug drumming his hands on Scott’s shoulders affectionately and giving him a fond goofy look. “C’mon eat! Before all this food Isaac cooked goes to waste.”
“I Didn’t cook all off it.” Isaac protested before Magnus cut him off with a kiss. His argument dying as he went pliant in the taller teens arms.
“Take credit for the majority of the labor babe, I only helped and Stiles watched while he ran his mouth.” Magnus laughed as Stiles gaped at them both.
“Hey!” Stiles whined. “I helped kinda, I Stayed out of the way, and supervised.”
“You are a good cook Stiles, but Isaac and I had it handled.”
Stiles pouted at Scott who gave him an apologetic shrug taking a seat at the table with the rest of them. The tore through the food rather quickly as hungry teenage boys tended to do. Then Stiles handed out Scott’s presents. Magnus had gotten him a really cool ring two Raven’s flanking some sort of Nordic symbol.
“It’s my family's old coat of arms, Dad says it brings luck,” Magnus explained as Scott examined the piece it had a lot of detail for a ring. He wondered how much it cost to have something like that custom made. “That one was actually meant for my twin brother but he didn’t survive childbirth, so I thought It was fitting that you have it.”
That made it a lot more special then, It fit perfectly and had sentimental value to Magnus and probably Nils too those were the best kinds of gifts the ones that really meant something to both the one giving and the one receiving. “It’s awesome I’ll take good care of it.”
Magnus gave him a tight smile reaching a long arm across the table to ruffle his hair affectionately. He was really going to have to get a haircut or start carrying a comb, at this rate. Scott liked the affection though so he never complained about it. It was just how Magnus behaved, he was an affectionate person.
Isaac’s gift was a simple red Cashmere scarf, which was really soft, it’d be nice for those occasional cold days. Stiles gift made him laugh it was a boxed set of all the Star Wars movies with a threatening note reminding him they were going to watch these if it killed him. “Thanks, guys these were all really sweet.”
“No problem man,” Stiles thumped him on the back lovingly.
“Happy Birthday Scott,” Isaac said flashing his fabulous smile. Magnus was a lucky man Isaac was a handsome guy. He was glad they were both happy.
“Alright,” Magnus kissed Isaac on the cheek and pat Stiles on the shoulder as he stood up. “Scott, I’ve got one more thing planned for today then Melissa and Dad are kidnapping you for the evening so we better get going.” He stopped pointing to Stiles and Isaac “Meet us there after you guys clean up yeah?”
“You bet,” Isaac replied slipping out of the table and begging to bag up the trash.
Scott followed as Magnus led him back toward his car. “Would it do me any good to ask where we are going?” Scott gave his Stepbrother a raised eyebrow bumping their shoulders together. Well, his shoulder into Magnus’ bicep.
“Nope.”
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Scott was examining the ring Magnus gave him as they drove, spinning the band around his finger. When he noticed an inscription on the underside of the thick band. “What does this inscription mean? I don’t know Swedish.”
“Familjen är makt, Family is Power. It means there is no force greater than familial love. Or that’s what dad says anyway.” Magnus focused on the road, as he spoke, not making eye contact but instead squeezing the back of Scott’s neck affectionately.
“Is that you telling me you love me?” Scott teased nudging the taller teens shoulder.
“I do love you kid, you’re the best little brother I could've asked for.” Magnus kept his eyes focused on the road a soft smile tugging at the corner of his lips.
Scott didn’t really know how to respond to that so he just gave Magnus arm an affectionate squeeze as he brought it back down to rest on the gear shift. He knew Magnus cared about him but that was a lot to take in. He cared about his new stepbrother too, he wasn’t sure if he loved him or not. But Magnus was important to him he knew that much.
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The rest of Scott’s birthday was incredible, Magnus too him to play laser tag with Stiles, Isaac, Danny, Boyd, and Jackson. With Scott’s team winning every round mostly because Magnus was on it and utterly ruthless. Scott knew he was competitive but he was a monster at laser tag. They had dinner with their parent’s where mom presented him with a motorcycle helmet and a long-winded speech about being safe. Nils delivered on his promise Scott handed him five-hundred dollars and Nils gave Scott the now fully restored motorcycle.
All in all Scott’s sixteenth birthday had been perfect, upon discovering Magnus also had a bike which they picked up from storage and went for a quick ride around town. Scott flopped face first on his bed the last thing his registered as he fell asleep was Magnus tossing a blanket over him.