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You don't understand how much I needed to see this today. Depression hit me harder than its ever hit me before this year and I have been left so lifeless. I haven't been reading or writing fics because I cannot get out of my head. Thank you. I love and appriciate you ❤ I'm going to spread the love after I leave my doctors appt!
Author Note:: So sorry for such a long update! COVID depression is no joke.. I have had a lot of lows lately and I haven’t even been reading fanfiction let alone writing it. Or reading in general. Things are a little better the last few days, so I am hoping this is a good start to get things finished.
Author Disclaimer:: The Hobbit, Middle Earth and its characters are not mine. I take no credit. The story line and even some dialogue–also not mine. Instead I claim my Original Character Laurel and the adjustments to the story line.
Summary:: From when Laurel Took was small she dreamed of a man. Every time she dreamed of him, he could not see or hear her. Over time they are able to communicate–but he’s been dreaming about her too. Finally after years of anticipation Laurel takes the leap and kisses him. Only for her to wake up and dread the real world. Then lightning strikes and she finds herself in a familiar place, with a familiar face.
Rated:: M for Mature. Please do not read this story unless you are 18+. NSFW.
Warnings:: Language, Violence and Scenes of Sexual Nature.
Pairing:: Kili x OC (Laurel)
Laurel
Bard led us through the house and into a small room. Singrid was the one to clear the bed and start to close all the blinds. At this point soft moans started to flee from Kili's throat. "Shhh," I murmured pushing his hair back to press my hand to his burning forehead, "it will be alright soon. I promise."
There were dark bags under his eyes in high contrast against his pale sheen skin. It was a terror to look at. His hair was already half soaked in the sweat. Fili was pressing his hands over various areas on his brother's body. "I need my bag," I shouted out to no one in particular. "There are herbs in there that could help."
Bard fled the room and slammed back in through it with a box full of different vials and sacks. "I have Elderberry and Burdock," he started to hand me the items. Bain stood in the corner watching fearfully as his father continued to sort through the box. Out of the corner of my eye I could see Kili twitching and grunting more loudly.
"Bain," I called softly. The teenager took a few steps towards me. "I need you to go to the Master's house and get Thorin Oakenshield. He is the Master Dwarf with blue eyes and loose black hair. Tell him that Kili is sick. Tell the hobbit Bilbo Baggins that I need my bag. Hurry, please!"
Immediately the boy turned and fled. If nothing was damaged in my bag I should still have a bulb of Kings Foil. "Bard, I need a pot ready. Do not put water in it, I have soaked water to use, I can't dilute it," I placed a hand on the man's arm. He stood tall once more and left the room. The two girls were huddled in the corner digging through laundry.
A pained scream echoed through the room as Kili trashed harshly. Fili clamped both of his hands over his brother's shoulders as he continued to convulse. I pulled my fingers through his hair as I brought our foreheads together, "Shh, fight through the pain. I'm here with you, I'm not going anywhere."
It only seemed to calm him a fraction, but not enough to stop his erratic movements.
Soon the heavy thudding of running feet bellowed all around us and shook the house. The first face to enter the doorway was Thorin. Electric blue eyes blazed as they narrowed in on his nephew. Kili choked, his body bending and twisting more viciously. In two steps Thorin was beside Fili putting his hands on Kili to keep him from moving too much. Bilbo pushed his way through all the dwarves to get to me, bag in hand. I took my eyes off my dwarven prince to receive the sack and tear through it. Wrapped tightly and still intact was the bulb of Kings Foil. I carefully handed it to my distant uncle or cousin, "Bilbo I need you to open this and pour all of it into the pot that Bard has prepared. Once it is bubbling bring me the entire pot."
Moments passed until the room was crowded with more than it could handle.
"Everyone who is not immediate family go wait in the other room," Balin thundered. His deep commanding voice sent shivers down my spine.
Did that include me? I hesitated before moving, slowly making my way to the door. Snarling and the sound of a scuffle bounced around the room. "No Laurel, you stay," Thorin boomed.
My body moved at the command so that I was before Kili again. Balin was holding both of Kili's feet, Fili was holding Kili's right arm, while Thorin was holding his left arm right next to me. I got to work by taking my knife and starting to cut out his pants where the wound was. Breath left me, leaving me gasping at the sight of the black purple bruising covered in thick black blood. It smelled of decay and death, like a deer that was out in the woods for weeks. Each of the veins around the wound were thick and black. It was the poison working its way through his body.
His skin was scorching now, so much that I could barely touch him without hissing myself.
"Are you having the hobbit boil weeds," Bard burst through the room confused.
My brows scrunched as I shook my head, "Its Kings Foil."
"We feed it to the pigs!"
"Tell one of the dwarves I need more," I shouted.
Even with his family watching I placed my knife at his chest and tore through the material of his shirt.
It revealed more horrors of black veins. How long was he letting this work up before he said something? Even if he didn't know the arrow was poisoned he didn't have to pretend it was nothing! Self-consciously I sent him a glare. Even then his eyes were wild and wide, teeth grit while he starred on at me.
A roar of a howl screamed through his lips as he writhed against the hands holding him down. As softly as I could I placed my ear against his burning chest and felt the erratic beat of his heart. If it was pumping so quickly in that way he was working the poison closer and closer to his heart without even knowing it. Again I looked to his face, only to feel my own heart beat erratically.
This is what death looked like.
With my chest in my stomach and no air to fill my lungs, I trembled for a moment. Kili was dying. The burn in my eyes started, I couldn't live in this world without him.
Bilbo burst through the door with a steaming pot. Once he sat it down on the table next to the bed I screamed as my hand met searing water. It didn't stop me as I scooped up the soggy weed and removed it. Without waiting or warning I shoved it into his wound.
He screamed inhumanly and vaulted off the bed. A few more dwarves popped their heads into the room and then entered to aid us in keeping Kili still. "Someone get me a mug and a rag," I screamed.
My chest actually hurt with how hard my heart was pounding, my hand throbbed with pain from the scalding water I put it into. Though without trying I was able to tune it out and become numb. Still my eyes were trained on his deep brown ones filled with pain.
Everything blurred until the only sharp image to focus on was him. Finally his eyes closed tight. I tore mine away, feeling the wetness of tears flowing down my face. It was as if my body was humming, I suddenly had adrenaline that I never felt before. I felt as if I could move mountains, but it was no use to me if I lost the love of my life.
His body slowly started to stop moving, I could feel him growing weak. My fingers pressed the Kings Foil into his wound a little deeper as I hissed, my lips trembling as my heart broke. "Esta sinome," my voice quivered. "Amin mela lle. Amind mela lle.
Something snapped. Everything became cold at once, goosebumps erupted all over my skin, even the skin not exposed to the air. All the adrenaline I had evaporated causing me to fall to my knees equally as weak. Just as I fell, hands still buried in Kili's flesh, he gasped, torso flinging forward as he came to sit. In moments he fell back into the bed eyes closed and even breathing.
My hands slipped to the bed as I tried to pull myself up. The strong arm of Thorin wrapped under my own as he pulled me up and held me. I put my ear to Kili's chest to listen to his heart beat slow and even. Trembling fingers wiped at the black mess on his thigh, pulling the Kings Foil away.
Underneath was a soft pink scar, surrounded by flush peach skin. There was no trace of bruising or poison filled veins.
Laughter bubbled up inside my chest as I was able to breathe deeply for a moment. The weight that settled on my chest was lifted and I gasped, tears flowing freely over my cheeks as I touched his cheek covered in stubble. His eyes opened, blurry and unfocused. The beautiful brown orbs settled on my face, his mouth moving softly, "No… you cannot be her. She is far away, she is far, far away from me. She watches and dreams of flying in starlight. She is of another world. No… you cannot be her... It was just another dream."
His large palm grasped my face, his hand sliding into my hair to grasp and tug gently on the courting braid he had put in there just mere nights ago. I was memorized as his lips moved again, the sound of his voice like a melody, "Do you think she could have ever loved me?"
The crooked smile I saw on rare occasions took his lips for a few moments before he rolled his face away and promptly slept.
Soon Fili brought a chair into the room, helping me into it because my legs shook too much to do it myself. Eventually Balin and Oin left the room, leaving me with the King and Princes. None of us said anything for a while, we just stared at Kili as he slept peacefully. Bard brought me another pot of water and a rag in which I used to clean Kili's thigh and leg from the poison and blood. At one point I had Fili hold his brother while I coaxed his sleeping form to swallow the warm Kings Foil water from before. Bofur had returned a while ago with more Kings Foil, that I instructed someone to make tea with. If I could get Kili to drink that for at least a day then it will cleanse his blood of the poison.
"Thank you."
I was startled out of cleaning Kili of sweat on his chest. Never have I heard Thorin sound so soft and genuine. In seconds the King was kneeling before me. Taking each hand in my own and meeting my eyes, "I am forever indebted to you. I owe you my life, and the deepest of all apologies.
"From the moment my eyes landed on you, I judged and treated you unjustly. That was my folly. Time after time you have proven me wrong in all my assumptions. Not only did you save my life and the lives of all in the company on more than one occasion, but you saved Kili's."
Tears started to collect in the brilliant blue orbs while the hairs of his mustache bristled.
"Lady Laurel Took," he continued, pressing his lips to each of the back of my hands, "You are brave, courageous, loyal, a huntress, and most of all loving. In honor of your acts, I name thee, Lady Laurel Took, kin of Durin's sons."
Kin of Durin's sons? Kin meant family but who was Durin and his sons? The confusion was evident, because he rose and placed a hand on my shoulder chuckling. Slowly I leaned sideways in my chair to look at Fili to see if I could get an answer.
The blonde prince light blue eyes were wide, his eyebrows almost into his hair. Even his bottom jaw was hanging softly. "Erm, that sounds pretty nice an all, but what does that mean," I whispered, looking between the two.
At once Fili jumped up, wrapping me up in his arms while he laughed, tossing me and catching me again.
"It is the highest honor a dwarf could receive," he shouted. "Even a higher honor since you are not a dwarf!"
I tried my best to untangle myself from him, but he refused to release his grasp on me. Fili's form crushed me to himself, a warm tight hug. "Laurel, uncle is decreeing that you are a part of the royal family," he whispered, "you are not just a dear friend, you are family."
Once his arms fell away, Thorin opened his own and stepped towards me, eloping me in one of the most heartwarming hugs I had yet to receive in my life. As he pulled away he pressed his lips to my forehead, cupping my cheek all the while smiling, "Yes, you are family. I bless the courtship between Kili, son of Vili, and yourself. Once betrothed, I will perform the wedding ceremony myself."
After all this time I fought Kili. I finally accepted that I loved him, I accepted his courting braid. Still I grew weary all because of Thorin's wrath. Here and now he was telling me he approved. Giggles were leaving my lips softly. Joy like no other filled me to the brim until I could not stand still.
Soon I was holding hands will Fili and dancing around.
"I have a little sister," he bellowed before dancing away and out of the room. Thorin followed, closing the door behind him.
I settled down into the chair next to Kili again, barely containing my smile. Before I had never put thought into marriage with him if he asked, but it didn't sound like a horrible idea. From as far as I could remember it had always been Kili who captured my interest, it was Kili who I confessed my dreams and desires for eight years. The love I had for him would bring me to life without a soul if he were to perish. The only thing that waited for me in the future where I came from was my grandmother and mother. All of whom I never had time to see or speak to.
No I belonged here now, with Kili in Middle Earth.
The youngest girl of Bard entered the room hesitantly, offering me the tea I had requested they made. I accepted it and place it next to me, "Thank you. Do you happen to have hair ties? Maybe three or four of them?"
She returned in moments with a handful. I thanked her again and sighed, tracing Kili's side with my hand. Just an hour or so ago I almost lost him. Now I was ecstatic with Thorin's blessing. With shaky fingers I tied the top of the braid that Kili put in my hair. He said I couldn't undo the braid, but he never said I couldn't cut it.
It took about an hour, and surprisingly no one entered the room—which was a good thing because I feared the wrath I would receive for what I was doing. With painstaking precision and patience I tied off the braid in my hair, cut it half way down, and wove it into Kili's hair behind his ear.
Just while I was re-clasping the bead with his hair in it, he groaned and started to stir. Once more my hands smoothed the hair from his face. "How do you feel," I asked.
"Weak and tired," he muttered. Without even opening his eyes, his fingers wove into my hair again stroking my scalp. His fingers searched for my braid, but stopped short when it wasn't found. That's when he snapped his eyes open.
"Did you take out your braid," he whispered.
"I cut it out."
Anger filled his eyes for a moment, "Could not bear to be bound to me?"
My hands found his, guiding it to his own hair where I had just finished his own braid.
"Just the opposite actually," I whispered. "I almost lost you Kili. It is a miracle you're alive."
His large calloused hand lifted up the elegant braid. It was a sight to see, his dark brown hair blending in almost seamlessly into my vibrant red locks. Different emotions filtered across his face. First he was angered, then bewildered, and finally he was beaming up at me with love.
"Kili I love you," I whispered leaning in close and grasping his hand, "I have always loved you. At first I loved the idea of you, because I didn't believe you to be real. Once I got here I knew that it was real. You were real, my love for you was real—"
Chapped lips were bruising against my own. I had no idea how he moved so quickly. One moment he was laying on the bed, watching and listening, and the next he pulled me into his lap and was kissing me with earnest. On their own accord my hands traveled his bare chest, sliding into his hair while he kissed me with devotion.
Once he pulled away for breath, he touched our foreheads together to look me deeply in the eyes.
"I have waited so long to hear you say that," he murmured, brushing his nose against mine to lean in and kiss me again.
It was natural how his hands fit perfectly on my hips, pulling me closer and holding me there. His lips trailed to my neck, causing me to feel light and fluttery. "Uncle has to let you stay in Erebor with us," he whispered, "I will make him see reason."
"It was already decided earlier she was welcome to stay in the mountain," Thorin's laughing voice came from behind me. Not wanting to be caught in a compromising position with his nephew, I jumped slightly and off the bed. Kili still kept his hand in mine.
"It was? When," he asked confused.
Fili popped his head in the room, entering when he realized that his brother was awake. He bounded over and crushed Kili in a tight warm hug. "You are finally awake!"
"The arrow that hit you was poisoned," Fili continued muttering, "you collapsed in the snow. I heard you and Laurel fighting, once I got there she was trying to get you up. Bard's son went to get the company from the Master's house. Laurel used Kings Foil to heal your wound."
At his words I grasped the tea and urged Kili to drink it. He made a face of disgust but drank it none the less. Balin had popped into the room next, looking equally as pleased to see Kili awake.
"Yes, if it was not for the lass and her Elvish healing magic we would have lost ya lad," Balin sighed.
Elvish healing magic? What magic? Kili looked at me with astonishment, but I shrugged my shoulders, "I didn't use magic, I just did what I learned from the herb book I was given in Rivendell."
Thorin shook his head solemnly, "You did as Balin said. We all witnessed it. You spoke Elvish as well."
"No. I was just saying anything I could think of to get Kili to not die. I told him to rest, and to come back to me. That I loved him and to heal."
The others looked at me with odd eyes, those of disbelief. "They speak the truth," Fili urged, "you were speaking Elvish. Perhaps your instincts came to surface when faced with fear."
"You even collapsed afterwards and turned a little blue. Cold to touch," Thorin supplied.
Either way I took Kili's hand and held it tightly. All that mattered was that he was alive with me, no matter how. He pressed his lips to the back of my hand and squeezed back.
"Afterwards Uncle apologized to Laurel, and bestowed kinship," Fili urged excitedly. Kili appeared more surprised than his brother when he heard the words left Thorin's lips.
Soon all the company came in to see Kili and wish him well. I stayed firmly at his side, not wanting to leave him quite yet. Bilbo even hugged Kili and wished him well. His eyes narrowed in confusing as he pointed to Kili's shoulder.
"Is that Laurel's hair," he asked.
Thorin pushed his way forward and grabbed the braid, inspecting and muttering to himself in another language.
"Welcome to the family little sister," Fili hollered.
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Author Disclaimer:: Marvel and its characters are not mine. I take no credit. Instead I claim the maybe not so great plot, writing and characteristics of the reader insert character. I am not a die hard Marvel fan, I haven’t read all the comics, but have watched the movies. I may get some things wrong, so please don’t hate me. I also have been incorporating Old Norse as terms of endearment.
Summary:: You worked for Tony Stark as a…mechanic of sorts. Anything around the Avengers compound that needed a technicians touch, you handled. With working and living there, you had grown to be friendly with the super heroes. Of course you had grown to have feelings for one of them. The muscled Thunder God to be exact.
Rated:: M for Mature. Please do not read this story unless you are 18+. At this point in the story there isn’t much, but later on the M rating will come into effect.
Warnings:: Language
Pairing:: Thor x Reader
That night with the movie was so long ago, you couldn’t remember all the little details. Instead you could only remember how you curled comfortably into Thor’s side. Neither of you had cuddled before, but it is something you will always remember. Especially at times like now, when you wonder how he’s doing.
The next morning after the movie night you spent the day doing your normal work, a little confused when Thor wasn’t following you around like a lost puppy dog. Instead you continued on and prepared a special dinner just for him.
Only to have your small heart break to find out he left in the middle of the night back to Asgard.
You tried to tell yourself it was nothing, don’t feel too bad about it. He had things to do there too. Don’t be like Jane, you told yourself. Be better than that. Support his life, because that is all you can do.
Hey all! I have been having a rough few months with my personal life, my job and my inspiration to even write. I'm trying to keep my chin up and push through.
Today while thrifting I found the most INTERESTING journal! It appears to be writing prompts! It's called WRITE THE STORY and has an overall idea for a story, and 10 things to include in it. I thought it would be fun and help me push through my writer's block.
Here is my proposal :) every few days I will post a handful of prompts and see if anyone has a request. I figured that if something catches my fancy I will go with it, but this way reader can get some sort of input.
Here are the following fandoms I am interested in, hell I won't even put what characters I'm interested in writing for because this is about new ideas and expanding my horizons.
Marvel. Harry Potter. The Mandalorian. The Hobbit / Lord of the Rings. Stranger Things. Supernatural. Outlander.
You can also suggest a fandom, but chances are if it isn't one of these I might not be familiar enough with it to write it. Also I will appriciates any suggestions, but I have no promises that I will write the suggestion / write it the way you might have had in mind. (Because if I draw a blank I draw a blank--but I will try my best to do it!) And they might just be drabbles.
someone has obviously sold Henry a bear but him being a tall big guy he didn't notice anything suspicious and still believes Kal is a dog, that's the only explanation
Author Note:: Sooo this took longer than I wanted. It was always my plan to have a small epilogue for this story, but I didn’t want to promise it and then it never happen. It is finally here and I apologize if it isn’t up to par.
My small hiatus didn’t go as planned. I really wanted to start writing other stories to have ready to post, to read other writers’ works–but that didn’t happen. Instead I fell into a deep slump in my life. I won’t go into detail because you aren’t here to read about it but this epilogue is everything I want in my life and I’m starting to fear it will never happen.
Author Disclaimer:: Marvel and its characters are not mine. I take no credit. Instead I claim the maybe not so great plot, writing and characteristics of the reader insert character. I am not a die hard Marvel fan, I haven’t read all the comics, but have watched the movies. I may get some things wrong, so please don’t hate me. I also have been incorporating Old Norse as terms of endearment.
Summary:: You worked for Tony Stark as a…mechanic of sorts. Anything around the Avengers compound that needed a technicians touch, you handled. With working and living there, you had grown to be friendly with the super heroes. Of course you had grown to have feelings for one of them. The muscled Thunder God to be exact.
Rated:: M for Mature. Please do not read this story unless you are 18+. Smut. NSFW
Pairing:: Thor x Reader
Three months had passed since you moved to New Asgard with Thor. At first it was hectic with trying to rebuild and organize housing for all of the Asgardians. Thor worked almost night and day on different buildings with his people. You worked through most of the day doing the same or helping gather food for families and cook.
The people of Asgard were grateful for your help, some even remembering you from your short visit months ago. The weirdest part of it all—one that you were trying to stop at every given point—is that the people started calling you ‘Your Majesty’, ‘My Queen’, or ‘My Lady’. Thor had introduced you as his ‘beloved’ to them, so it must have stuck.
As time went on, it got colder but thankfully did not snow. Not all the homes were finished before it got too cold to build. You and Thor graciously offered your mostly completed home to families whose homes weren’t completed yet, but none had taken the offer.
Arum-Lily: What’s the farthest you’d go for a stranger?
Aster: What’s one of your favorite quotes?
Aubrieta: Favorite drink?
Baby’s Breath: Would you kiss the last person you kissed again?
Balsam Fir: Have you ever been in love?
Baneberries: Favorite song?
Basket of Gold: Describe your family.
Beebalm: Do you have a best friend? Who is it?
Begonia: Favorite color?
Bellflower: Favorite animal?
Bergenia: Are you a morning or night person?
Black-Eyed Susan: If you could be any animal for a day, what would it be?
Bloodroots: When you were a kid, what did you want to be when you grew up?
Bluemink: What are your thoughts on children?
Blazing Stars: What are you afraid of? Is there a reason why?
Borage: Give a random fact about your childhood.
Bugleherb: How would you spend your last day on Earth?
Buttercup: Relationship Status?
Camelia: If you could visit anywhere, where would you want to go?
Candytufts: When do you feel most loved?
Canna: Do you have any tattoos?
Canterbury Bells: Do you have any piercings?
California Poppy: Height?
Cardinal Flower: Do you believe in ghosts?
Carnation: What are you currently wearing?
Catnip: Have you ever slept with a nightlight?
Chives: Who was the last person you hugged?
Chrysanthemum: Who’s the last person you kissed?
Cock’s Comb: Favorite font?
Columbine: Are you tired?
Common Boneset: What are you looking forward to?
Coneflower: Dream job?
Crane’s-Bill: Introvert or extrovert?
Crocus: Have you ever been in love?
Crown Imperial: What’s the farthest you would go for someone you care about?
Cyclamen: Did you have a favorite stuffed animal as a child? What was it?
Daffodil: What’s your zodiac sign?
Dahlia: Have you done anything worth remembering?
Daisy: What do you feel is your greatest accomplishment?
Daylily: What would you do if your parents didn’t like your partner(s)?
Dendrobium: Who is the last person that you said “I love you” to?
False Goat’s Beard: What is something you are good at?
Foxgloves: What’s something you’re bad at?
Freesia: What are three good things that have happened in the past month?
Garden Cosmos: How was your day today?
Gardenia: Are you happy with where you’re at in your life?
Gladiolus: What is something you hope to do in the next year or two?
Glory-of-the-Snow: What are ten things that make you happy/you’re grateful to have in your life?
Heliotropium: What helps you calm down when you feel stressed?
Hellebore: How do you show affection?
Hoary Stock: What are you proudest of?
Hollyhock: Describe your ideal day.
Hyacinth: What do you like to do in your free time?
Hydrangea: How long have you known your best friend? How did you meet them?
Irises: Who can you talk to about (almost) everything?
Laceleaf: How many friends do you have?
Lantanas: What’s the best compliment you’ve ever received?
Larkspur: What do you think of yourself?
Lavender: What’s your favorite thing about yourself?
Leather Flower: What’s your least favorite thing about yourself?
Lilac: What’s something you liked to do as a child?
Lily: Who was your best friend when you were a kid?
Lily of the Incas: What is something you still feel guilty for?
Lily of the Nile: What is something you feel guilty for that you shouldn’t feel guilty about?
Lupine: What does your name mean? Why is that your name?
Marigold: Where did you grow up? Tell us about it.
Morning Glory: What was your bedroom like growing up?
Mugworts: What was it like for you as a teenager? Did you enjoy your teenage years?
Norwegian Angelica: Tell us about your mom.
Onions: Tell about your dad.
Orchid: Tell about your grandparents.
Pansy: What was your most memorable birthday? What made it be so memorable?
Peony: What was your first job?
Petunia: If you’re in a relationship, how did you meet your partner(s)? If you’re not in a relationship, how did you meet your crush/how do you hope to meet your future partner(s), if you want any?
Pincushion: How do you deal with pain?
Pink: Where is home?
Plantain Lilies: If you could go back in time, what is one thing you would stop/change?
Prairie Gentian: Who is someone you look up to? Describe them.
Primrose: Describe your ideal life.
Rhodendron: What is something you used to believe in as a child?
Ricinus: Who’s the most important in your life?
Rose: What’s your favorite sound?
Rosemallows: What’s your favorite memory?
Sage: What’s your least favorite memory?
Snapdragon: At this moment, what do you want?
St. John’s Wort: Is it easy or difficult for you to express how you feel about things?
Sunflower: What is something you don’t want to imagine life without?
Sweet Pea: How much sleep did you get last night?
Tickseed: What’s your main reason to get up every morning?
Touch-Me-Not: How do you feel about your current job?
Transvaal Daisy: What’s your favorite item of clothing?
Tropical White Morning Glory: Describe your aesthetic.
Tulip: What would be the best present to get you?
Vervain: What’s stressing you out most right now?
Wisteria: How many books have you read in the past few months? What were they called?
Wolf’s Bane: Where do you want to be in life this time next year?
Author Note:: So sorry for such a long update! Life has been hectic. I promise the next one won’t be so long!!
Author Disclaimer:: The Hobbit, Middle Earth and its characters are not mine. I take no credit. The story line and even some dialogue–also not mine. Instead I claim my Original Character Laurel and the adjustments to the story line.
Summary:: From when Laurel Took was small she dreamed of a man. Every time she dreamed of him, he could not see or hear her. Over time they are able to communicate–but he’s been dreaming about her too. Finally after years of anticipation Laurel takes the leap and kisses him. Only for her to wake up and dread the real world. Then lightning strikes and she finds herself in a familiar place, with a familiar face.
Rated:: M for Mature. Please do not read this story unless you are 18+. NSFW.
Warnings:: Language, Violence and Scenes of Sexual Nature.
Pairing:: Kili x OC (Laurel)
Kili
The company and some of the people of the town were led into the large home. The man of the town, the Master they called him, settled us down in the dining room. All of the table and chairs were of course too large for us, but we made do by sitting on books and other items provided for us.
Soon the room was filled with food and ale. Each of the dwarves were indulging themselves in the supplied drinks and morsels. The room was very warm though it did not ease the chill in my bones. "Durin's day is in nine days," Fili murmured quietly from the end of the table we were sitting at. Laurel was once more perched on my lap, toying idly with the courting braid in her hair. The sight brought warmth to my heart.
"I don't fully understand what is going on I suppose," she muttered.
"Uncle was given a key to open a hidden door on the mountain," Fili supplied easily, "during the light of Durin's day is only when the door will be visible. Then, and only then, will we be able to enter the mountain without the beast that lies within knowing."
Her lips pursed together tightly as her eyes still combed the festivities. "What then? Slay a dragon when it sneaks upon us?"
"It slumbers in its horde of gold," I laughed softly.
Pine green eyes widened in astonishment, "Hasn't anyone ever told you lot not to poke the sleeping dragon?"
Together my brother and I smirked, a few chuckles leaving our lips in amusement. Of course we knew not to wake a sleeping beast. Honestly I did not know the true intentions of what was to happen once we got to the mountain. Master Baggins was acquired so that we could have him retrieve the Arkenstone, the Heart of the Mountain. Once Thorin had the stone, I knew not what would actually transpire. How were we to actually kill Smaug once we gained entrance to the mountain?
Soon Laurel rose to get food, leaving Fili and I alone.
"You have gone about this all differently than you should have," he spoke as soon as she was gone. It was one of a few moments that were actually alone. Usually Laurel was with us.
"Things are different in her world. Suitors usually make the first advance. Some women ask their suitors to court, but those are far and few between. Laurel is not the type for it though, she prefers for the suitors to do the asking and courting," I sighed, watching as she worked her way across the room to talk to each of the company members. Dwarrowdams were meant to initiate courting. Not the dwarves.
"She accepted the braid, but does she accept the courting completely? I know you mentioned you were having difficulty with her," he asked.
It was true, even if she accepted the braid I did feel as if she was still holding back. There were times where I could see the spark in her eye, the same spark that burned deep in my stomach when I looked at her. Other times she looked upon me with sorrow and guilt. The messages I saw were hot and cold and passionate and disdained. It did not make much sense at all.
The pain in my thigh flared fiercely for a moment, bringing a gasp softly to my lips as I clutched at it. "I am not sure. She seems to have not changed much at all on the subject, I still see the battle in her when she looks at me," I tore out. "Why is it not easy?"
Fili laughed full-heartedly, "Because you love her! All the other maidens were meaningless. If they did not fall for your charm, you moved onto the next one. Laurel is fighting you and you will not move on because you love her brother! I have not seen you look so struck before!"
Of course I loved her. There was no question on it.
"The jealousy was on her face when we were in Mirkwood," Fili murmured as he tried to remain silent.
"I would not doubt it," I muttered, "Tauriel has not given up on trying to obtain me as one of her playthings."
"Laurel was more concerned with her likeness of face."
"There is a reason for that," I groaned remembering the day I came across Tauriel in the pub.
It was about three years ago when I woke in the morning with a need that could not be met. Laurel haunted my dreams once more, though this time she was covered but in thin fabric that left nothing to the imagination on to what was under it. She was sprawled out across the sand on a cloth in the broad sunlight. Eventually she traveled into the water to swim idly. The water cascaded down her form and caressed her curves beautifully.
It was a very good image, but waking with it in my mind had me frustrated. It was only then that I discovered my attraction of her, but I felt ashamed and unfulfilled at the same time. That day I hunted until sundown only to come across nothing. To end the miserable night I ended up in the Gilded Ghoul with a tankard of ale to keep me company.
Tauriel entered the building with an air about her. Instantly I saw the beauty of the elf. At first the resemblance did not meet me. Instead I was struck by her perfectly sculpted face and the breath of her bosom. I was amazed how she sought me out to drink and talk with me. Soon our words became bold and I invited her back to my home for a more private conversation. We both had drank too much, and evidently were too loud trying to sneak into my room.
The elf maiden was taken with me and kissing me with earnest. Together we were tangled in my sheets, her body completely nude under me, my own still trying to catch up.
"Oh Kili," she whimpered when my lips attached to her breast.
"Mmmm, yes Laurel," I replied.
The elf didn't hear the difference in name, since it was so similar, but immediately I knew my mistake. When my eyes opened I realized everything that had transpired. She looked like a spitting image of my Laurel, almost. There were differences, but I had picked her just for her similarities to my human girl I had fallen for. That is when my door burst open to reveal Thorin.
"That elven maiden I brought home when Thorin burst in was Tauriel, I self-consciously chose her because of her similarity to Laurel," I muttered. "She is upset thinking I chose her because she looked like Tauriel."
Once more I amused my brother more than I should have. He clapped me on the back. The heat finally started to become too much for me to take, so I rose to retreat outside for the freshness of air.
The limp I walked with gave me away to my green eyed beauty, for she followed me the moment the night air brushed my skin. "Are you alright," she asked, hand touching the width of my back.
We walked a distance as the snow fell softly around us.
"I will survive," I breathed deeply through the pain. Once we came to the dock I settled down onto the wooden surface to gaze over the lake. Just on the other side was the mountain we dreamed about for years. The cold night air cooled my skin slightly.
"We are almost there," I grabbed her hand and held it tight as my thigh throbbed, "almost home."
I could hear the hesitation in her voice as she paused before speaking, "Kili, Thorin may like me more now than before, but I was not given permission to live in the Lonely Mountain. I was only told I could come and go as I please."
"That is nonsense," I pulled her closer, "you have nowhere else to go."
"I will go stay with Bilbo as I was told," she murmured, "I already talked it over with him just moments ago."
Rage suddenly filled me to the brim. Why was it battle after battle with this woman? Did she not truly care for me as much as I cared for her? My hand snatched away from her own. "What of us? The Shire is almost one full moon's journey. It would be nearly impossible for us to be together," I muttered.
I jumped up and hissed as pain ripped through my thigh, feet thundering as I stomped down the dock. "Kili! Come back," she called after me.
"Why? I have fought hard for you to remain by my side, and you are going to deny me even still? How is that just to me? How is that what I deserve for everything that I have done," I roared. Soon we were toe to toe, her face gazing up at me with more than guilt. Her trembling hands rose to grasp at my face.
Suddenly I was weak and could no longer hold myself up. The ache and pain in my leg became so unbearable I crumpled to the ground I walked upon.
"Kili!"
Soft delicate fingers traced my face and nose, holding me close to her. "You're sick." My eyes closed heavily. When they opened again her face and that of Fili's were staring down at me.
With tugging and pulling I was dragged by my older brother. The heat was burning me alive, the lushness of my skin was hot to touch. The weakness that held me was terrifying. Was this what it felt like to die? Never before have I felt such a dread in my core, one that had breath hard to find.
Laurel was banging on a door. When Bard's face appeared as seen us, he snarled in our faces.
"No! I am done with dwarves!"
Just as the door was attempted to be shut, Laurel put her boot between the frame and the door, slamming her palm against the wood, "Good thing I'm not a dwarf Mister Bard!"
They stared at one another for a long moment before she whispered just loud enough to hear, "He is sick, and we need help. We have no one else we can get that from but you."
Slowly the door opened as we crossed the threshold.
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Author Note:: Sooo this took longer than I wanted. It was always my plan to have a small epilogue for this story, but I didn’t want to promise it and then it never happen. It is finally here and I apologize if it isn’t up to par.
My small hiatus didn’t go as planned. I really wanted to start writing other stories to have ready to post, to read other writers’ works--but that didn’t happen. Instead I fell into a deep slump in my life. I won’t go into detail because you aren’t here to read about it but this epilogue is everything I want in my life and I’m starting to fear it will never happen.
Author Disclaimer:: Marvel and its characters are not mine. I take no credit. Instead I claim the maybe not so great plot, writing and characteristics of the reader insert character. I am not a die hard Marvel fan, I haven’t read all the comics, but have watched the movies. I may get some things wrong, so please don’t hate me. I also have been incorporating Old Norse as terms of endearment.
Summary:: You worked for Tony Stark as a…mechanic of sorts. Anything around the Avengers compound that needed a technicians touch, you handled. With working and living there, you had grown to be friendly with the super heroes. Of course you had grown to have feelings for one of them. The muscled Thunder God to be exact.
Rated:: M for Mature. Please do not read this story unless you are 18+. Smut. NSFW
Pairing:: Thor x Reader
Three months had passed since you moved to New Asgard with Thor. At first it was hectic with trying to rebuild and organize housing for all of the Asgardians. Thor worked almost night and day on different buildings with his people. You worked through most of the day doing the same or helping gather food for families and cook.
The people of Asgard were grateful for your help, some even remembering you from your short visit months ago. The weirdest part of it all—one that you were trying to stop at every given point—is that the people started calling you ‘Your Majesty’, ‘My Queen’, or ‘My Lady’. Thor had introduced you as his ‘beloved’ to them, so it must have stuck.
As time went on, it got colder but thankfully did not snow. Not all the homes were finished before it got too cold to build. You and Thor graciously offered your mostly completed home to families whose homes weren’t completed yet, but none had taken the offer.
Thor came home late at night dirty and tired from hard day’s work. After making and eating dinner, the both of you would curl up in the bed with Mjölnir and discuss what was done and what still yet had to be done. Even though it was exhausting trying to rebuild a society, it was still worth it at the end of the day when you could sleep warmly and soundly in Thor’s arms.
Since it had begun to be too cold to work outside on homes, you spent most of your time working on the inside of yours. The house and roof were completed, but most of the flooring and walls weren’t. Thankfully the quinjet had satellite internet to research how to do most of these things. Thor spent a lot of his time during the day doing the same with other families, or just checking in with the Asgardians daily.
Tony and Steve came to visit a few times. They toured the town and met some of the people. Tony explored the nearby towns and made some calls to have power and running water construction start in the spring. For the time being the people of New Asgard used wood fireplaces and water from the nearby streams and nearby inland waters that came from the North Sea.
Overall—everything was going great. Although it wasn’t the same type of easy living as you had at the Avengers Compound, you still enjoyed your new home with Thor.
Being extremely tired was of the new norm. That was to be expected while working all day. Lately you had been waking up in the middle of the night sweaty—even though it only mildly warm with the fireplace. It was only when you threw up a few times that you were convinced you worked yourself sick. In the mornings you woke with a clogged nose and sniffles, using what little energy you had left to convince Thor you would be fine without him. It wasn’t the first time in your life you got colds. His people needed his help more than you needed it.
It was a nasty cold that seemed to come and go for a few weeks. You were finally satisfied when you were no longer sniffling or throwing up.
Until you woke another morning to find yourself kneeling over a bucket and emptying your stomach again.
“Gods help me,” you muttered wiping your mouth. Mjölnir was whining softly at your side, nosing your head and neck while you faced the bucket and retched. “I know you’re hungry buddy. I’ll make breakfast in a second.”
After getting up and cleaning yourself, you hissed walking to the kitchen. It was mostly complete. The drywall was put up and ready to be painted, the cabinets and counters were installed. You spent your own money on these things, and even used your money to buy similar building supplies for the other Asgardians when they would accept it. This wasn’t the reason you hissed though, you hissed because a strong ache started in your lower back.
Since it was nice and cold out but not freezing, you were able to store food just outside the door in a wooden box (to keep out animals). Eggs and sausage in hand you started to make food.
Milling around the other dry foods sitting on the table you found peanut butter, and it sounded good on a slice of toast. Then you remembered that Thor used the last of the bread making a sandwich for dinner last night.
As you flipped the eggs on the pan, you suddenly had the urge to put a dollop of peanut butter on the eggs. It was something you did occasionally for Mjölnir—but you wanted to try it. Mixing some of the eggs and sausage in dry kibble for the dog, you took a bite of the peanut butter eggs and rolled it around your tongue softly. The taste was by far different, but it wasn’t that bad? When you were about to take another bite, Mjölnir snuffed his snout into your stomach and huffed.
“Bud you will get yours once it cools off I promise,” you sighed. “Just—”
You were cut short when he started to whine and lick at your shirt.
The taste of yolky peanut butter danced on your tongue while your brain tried to process what was wrong with your dog. Soft aching pain radiated from your lower back and pelvis. Why were you eating eggs and peanut butter?
“Oh fuck,” you whispered starring into light brown eyes of Mjölnir. He barked softly and wagged his tail.
In a blur of moment you got off the stool and frantically looked for your boots and keys. A few weeks after arriving to New Asgard you and Thor acquired some vehicles for the people to use. The both of you used the one of the trucks regularly to get supplies from nearby towns. It was about an hour drive to the closest one, but you weren’t even worried about the drive. You were anxious.
“Come on Mjölnir,” you hollered for him to follow. In one motion you yanked the bowl of his food off the table and flung the door open. Not having to be told twice he followed you into the cold morning and to the truck. All you had to do was open the door and he jumped inside.
You sat his bowl of food on the bench seat and hurried to the driver’s seat.
The hour drive flew by fast. You weren’t sure if it was just because you were nervous or just scattered brained. Mjölnir waited out in the truck while you ran into the convenience store and asked to purchase a pregnancy test.
Ironically, the drive back to New Asgard took forever. You kept running scenarios through your head that it was a fluke, you weren’t pregnant. Life would remain the same as it was. No big deal.
But what if you were? How would Thor react? How was it even possible? It didn’t seem likely that Asgardians could procreate with humans? Thor was a God though! He must have been alive for thousands of Earth years, especially if there is Norse Myths about him! Panic started to set in you again—what if you were and everything went wrong because Asgardians and humans weren’t compatible to procreate?
Mjölnir shoved his head out the window and chomped at the wind as you drove.
Even though you weren’t ready for it and worried everything could go wrong—you would be mildly disappointed if you weren’t pregnant.
After pulling back into the driveway at the house, you sat with the truck off and just starred at the tests in your hand. You had never taken a pregnancy test before. You read the instructions over and over again to make sure you were going to do it right.
Taking a deep breath you grabbed the three tests you bought, opened the door and let Mjölnir out, and walked calmly to the outhouse. Since there was not electricity or plumbing in New Asgard, everyone had an outhouse built. It wasn’t great—you gagged when you walked in sometimes—but you told yourself if wasn’t forever, it was just temporary.
You’ve used porta potties before, you can use an outhouse.
Over the course of five minutes everything changed.
One by one each test showed the control line—and then faint positive lines.
Your heart started to beat so hard and slow you could feel pain in your chest as your eyes started to water. Faint lines count right? Trying to hold back tears, you gasped and shoved all the tests in your coat pocket.
Where was Thor?
With Mjölnir by your side, you tried to walk calmly through New Asgard. People were out and about trading and building. Everyone smiled or waved as you passed by. Eventually you started to ask if anyone had seen Thor. There wasn’t a solid answer, some said he was last seen on the edge of town.
Just as you were passing the last building you did not find Thor, but you did find Brunnhilde. She looked tired, but smiled none-the-less when she saw you. “Have you seen my oaf of a boyfriend,” you asked a little out of breath, but heart still beating in anxiousness.
Her lips twitched as she tried to repress her smile. Just as she opened her mouth to speak, lightening lit up the sky just behind her near the beach. A few bolts here and there, but lasting longer than normal—especially abnormal without thunder and rain.
“He’s on the beach My Lady,” she laughed softly. Whispering a small ‘thank you’, you rushed towards where you saw lightning strike, Mjölnir in tow.
“And stop calling me My Lady,” you hollered back at her, “you know I hate it!”
It didn’t take long for you to find him after that. You stifled a laugh when you found him sitting in the sand with his legs spread, leaning over while he tinkered with something in his hands.
“Thor,” you called out for him.
Immediately he tensed and shoved his hands into the sand. “Schatt,” he replied, not moving, “what are you doing here?”
As you got closer, he didn’t get up, instead he seemed to push sand around and particularly place a rock down in the sand. What on Earth was he doing?
“I was looking for you,” you said confused, almost forgetting what you were here for. “What are you doing?”
Looking a little flustered, he just smiled. “It’s a surprise,” he said softly. “Do you need my help?”
That’s when you became speechless. Over the months Thor lost some of the weight he had gained on the ship. Working every day instead of sitting still and eating will do that. You never told him, but you were happy he wasn’t the same chiseled Adonis he used to be. Thor was still fit and strong, but much softer than before. You confessed how much you enjoyed his long hair that braided up into a top knot and down into his beard; and he continued to do it.
Even though you knew one of his eyes looking back at you was fake, you couldn’t help but stare helplessly back at both of them. Suddenly you started to cry, remembering what you found and had to tell him. Warmth filled you from the inside, seeping out through your wet cheeks.
“What is wrong drotting,” he rushed forward to wrap you in his arms. Warm. Safe. Happy.
Unable to speak, you took the handful of plastic in your pocket and shoved them at his chest. He looked at it oddly and tried to read what he could on them.
“What is it love? What are these? First Response and Clear Blue,” he muttered squinting his eyes while looking it over. A laugh ripped from your throat, awkward and rough.
“Thor,” you blubbered, “they’re tests. I’m pregnant.”
Thor’s eyes went glassy, brows furrowed as his lips moved mimicking the word ‘pregnant’. Confusion was still grasping him as he tried to process the news. Overcome with the urge to do something, you grabbed one of his hands from around your waist and brought it up to rest on your stomach.
“We’re going to have a baby,” you whispered, trying to catch his eye. Was he mad? Was he scared?
He stood almost limply while his hands flexed over your middle on top of your coat. You could hear him mutter the word ‘baby’ over and over. “T-Thor,” you asked hesitantly. Was this the moment he grew angry?
Instead he broke away from you and walked back to his odd rock. Dread filled you to watch him walk away like that. He didn’t look thrilled at the news, just walking away like that. Was he going to ask you to get an abortion? Would you even entertain the idea? Tears were already filling your eyes again at the thought.
Mjölnir was following Thor around, jumping softly as Thor rose up from the sand. When he turned to you, you were shocked to find a wide bright smile gracing his face. Your heart started to thud a little irregularly at it. Once he got back to you, he fell to his knees and pressed his face against your stomach, laughing softly. On instinct your hands wove into his hair to hold him there.
Thor captures one of your hands and brought it to his lips where he pressed a kiss to the back of it, then flipped it over to place something cold and smooth into it.
The wasn’t very big, but the size of a nickel—not as perfectly round either. It was mostly flat on one side while the other rose softly here and there in no particular pattern. The color of it was just the perfect hue of cerulean blue that you were comparing it to his eye every fraction of a second to see if it were truly the same color. It was beach glass, small and imperfectly perfect.
“This is the best one I have made so far,” he rumbled softly, still rubbing his face against your stomach. “I will keep trying, but we can take this to a shop and get it made into a ring.”
As he said the words, memories were clicking into place, seeing lightning at the beach throughout the past few weeks. He has been making these? Why has he been making—made into a ring?
“What,” you asked a little thick in the throat. “W-what do you mean?”
There he was, the God of Thunder just kneeling in the sand in Norway at your feet. His mustache twitched with his smile, moving fluidly with his lips and he pressed them against your hands and then your stomach.
“I was waiting to make the best piece first, then get it made into a ring before I asked. Steve said I needed a ring to ask,” he murmured with a soft chuckle. “Now I feel is the best time more than any.”
Your heart wasn’t beating fast, but it was beating hard. Quickly your hands grasped onto his shoulders as you felt the shake and wobble in your legs. They didn’t want to hold your whole weight all the sudden.
“Y/N, will you do me the honor of being my wife now that you are already doing the honor to being the mother of my child,” he smiled up at you as he said the words. A choked sob left you as you tried to gasp for air. You would say you fell from the shock because your legs weren’t working, but Thor was already holding you tightly, easing you down to your knees in front of him.
Kissing him softly, you cried. “You’re not mad about me being pregnant,” you asked.
Thor chuckled deeply, nosing his way to your neck where he laid extra kisses. “Of course not drotting, this is wonderous news. I am just a little shocked since you said you take that medicine to prevent this, but I am not mad. I could never be mad.”
“I love you so much,” you trembled the words as you whispered them against his neck.
“As I love you,” he murmured back. “Though you will do me the honor? You will be my wife?”
“Of course,” you cried softly.
If someone had asked you a year ago where you thought you would be in life today—this isn’t what you would have imagined. None the less, you wouldn’t want to be anywhere else.
