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[greennightspider]

Teddy Bear (Kili x Reader)

Author’s Note: Just a very fun, light hearted fic! I like writing goofy oneshots full of the unexpected and funny scenarios, so I hope you enjoy!

Summary: You are a stranger, dropped right from your bedroom in the modern world into the middle of Thorin Oakenshield's company. At the behest of some of the more welcoming members like Bofur and Bombur they take you on, and you do your best to prove yourself. Until one habit from your old world comes back to bite you. Or cuddle you, per se. 

Rating: Suggestive, but ultimately fluff.

Tagging: @bewareofmyinside​

Kili x Female Reader

Two weeks into travelling in Middle Earth and you felt like you were getting the hang of things. It was amazing how the things you thought were necessities in the modern world, turned out to mean so little now. And you were surprised at how little you missed it. 

Luckily, before you were thrust into the land of no cellphones, no working plumbing and no UberEats you had actually enjoyed camping rough, tramping, and exploring the outdoors. You were also pleasantly surprised when a lot of the plants you foraged for back home could be found in this wilderness, and so Bombur and the company were very pleased at the new herbs/flavors at mealtimes. You had started to feel like one of the team, and you very much enjoyed their company.

The only thing that was bothering you during your journey was your lack of sleep. It wasn’t due to the cold or the terrain as one would have thought. Yet as the nights went on you found it harder and harder to find rest. You had hoped the different circumstances would have curbed your sleeping routine, but alas no luck.

Even still, there was no way. No. Way. That you were going to admit to a throng of burly men that you still needed a teddy bear to sleep with at night. All of your hard earned respect? Gone. And Thorin had just managed to start looking at you with a normal frown instead of an annoyed frown! No way. It was too embarrassing to ever admit. 

So you resigned yourself to your tossings and turnings, never thinking that your lack of cuddles would one day, get the best of you.

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Kili poked at the fire with his sword, the embers sparking into the night sky. He watched them dance, glad for the cool night air. It was only himself, Dwalin and Thorin left awake, Fili already taking an early night. Kili didn't mind the night watch. Dwalin and Thorin had always been late sleepers and early risers. Kili smiled as he listened to another of Dwalin's battle stories, hoping that one day he would be able to have fierce battle stories of his own. 

However, in the lull of it all the young dwarf heard the crunch of footsteps behind him. The young prince instantly put his hand on the hilt of is sword as he spun around, but his face softened as he saw it was just you.

"Y/N," Kili chuckled a sigh of relief. "You scared me for a minute."

You stood there silently, looking down swaying from side to side.

"Are you alright there lass?" Dwalin asked, turning his head sideways as you seemed a bit..off.

"...teddy..." You mumbled.

"What was that?" Kili tried to lean forward to make out what you said, but no sooner was he leaning forward than inching away.

Kili squirmed under your intense gaze as you bent down, getting closer and closer even as the young prince neared the edge of the log he sat on. Even Dwalin nudged Thorin who was looking out to the mountain and nodded to your peculiar display.

"Uuum, Y/N?"

The young dwarf prince gulped as he stared into those beautiful hazel eyes of yours, his cheeks starting to become rosy. He couldn’t deny it, having you around was definitely a welcome vision after staring at rugged dwarves for weeks on end, half of which were his family. But the way you were staring at him at this moment, so intensely, he couldn’t tell if his body was responding in fear or attraction.

Suddenly you stopped peering, and your eyes lit up with a dazed smile. "There you are teddy, I missed you."

Before Kili could register what that meant, all of a sudden he felt you hoist him off the ground and into your arms.

"I was looking everywhere for you!" You squeezed him to your unbridled chest and swung him around. Kili could do nothing but turn red as you nuzzled to his bristled cheek, helpless as a ragdoll. His arms pinned to his sides, even squirming didn’t help much as you held him in such a strong bear hug, cooing contentedly. In all honestly he was surprised at your strength, managing to lift him with such ease, although your strength was the least of his worries right now. 

As his mouth was inadvertently covered by the sleeve of your coat Kili tried to make panicked eyes at his uncle and Dwalin, hoping for some much needed assistance.

But Dwalin just hollered and burst out laughing at the sight of the young fierce warrior at the mercy of a sleep-walking Y/N. "You go lass!" Dwalin cheered, and Thorin spat out his drink as he watched his nephew get dragged into the night with wild, fearful eyes.

Just as Thorin was about to follow them Dwalin's hand stayed his shoulder. “Leave em be Thorin, I doubt those two younglings will get up to much.” He chuckled. 

"Uh- Y/N?" Kili stammered, as he was dropped onto his back on your bedfurs. For all of Kili's confident flirting, Kili had never actually been in a woman’s bed before. Or been taken to bed before. He gulped as you maneuvered around him, still half over his body preventing him from escape.

Did he want to escape though? Never in a million years did he think Y/N would be so bold, but he still was a male. He watched as the moonlight caressed the nape of your neck, as you held him to your clavicle while you prepped his makeshift pillow. Oh, it had been a long time since he had felt such intimate care and affection.

"Its bedtime now Mr Teddy." You murmured, tucking both of you into the bed. The young dwarf couldn’t resist breathing in your musk, drowning in your scent as it lulled him to relax. Kili was helpless to your sleepy smile, and once again let you cuddle him close to your breasts. He blushed as you snuggled your chin to the top of his head, giving him a small kiss that almost made his heart explode.

"Sleep now Mr Teddy." You murmured, and for once this was a prison Kili never wanted to escape.

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As the sun peeked over the mountain tops your eyes filtered open,having had the best sleep in weeks. You stretched your arms outwards, reveling in the dawn before hearing a small cough and looking down, to see a young dwarf looking up at you with big eyes nestled to your chest.

"Uhm, morning Y/N." Kili looked up sheepishly.

The shriek that would have left your mouth would have ended up being the alarm clock that woke the entire company, had Kili not clapped his hand over your mouth instantly. You skirted to the corner of your bedmat, Kili still peeking timidly from the opposite side.

"Um Kili, why are you in my bed?" You tried to keep your voice low and unpanicked. Well, in all honesty Kili himself was not an unwelcome sight, and you had more than once caught yourself gawking at the handsome dwarf, in all his 5ft glory. But the fact that you couldn’t remember how he’d ended up here had you more than alarmed.

"Well, I was hoping to ask you the same thing." Kili replied.

"What do you mean?"

Kili rose on his elbows, careful not to see who else was awake. “You’re the one who dragged me here, calling me ‘teddy’?”

“Oh no.” You covered your face with your hands, mortified. 

"Back home I'd always slept with a big teddy bear in my bed, which is like a children’s doll in the shape of a bear.” You tried to mimic the shape with your hands. “I find it really hard to sleep otherwise. But I guess in my sleep I must’ve mistaken you for- oh Kili I’m so sorry I’m so embarrassed."

"No no no its okay." Kili held his hands up. "No harm was done, nothing except having an extra warm bed." He chuckled then winced, instantly regretting his joke in the awkwardness of it all.

“Once again I am so, so sorry.” You held your hands up. “I promise it wont happen again.”

But it did.

The next night you picked him up like a baby, while Bofur and Bilbo who were on night-watch looked on, eyebrows raised to their foreheads, Kili trying not to make eye-contact with either one.

“I’m so sorry Kili I promise I won’t do it again.”

The night after that you still managed to find him while being a sleepwalking zombie, plucking him up in his nightroll, again to Dwalin and Thorin’s amusement. 

“Stop trying to run away Mr Teddy.” You mumbled, tossing him over his shoulder.

“Yea laddy, stop trying to fight it.” Dwallin snorted. “The girl’s obviously picked you for a reason.”

“Its because I look like her bear teddy!” Kili tried to argue over your shoulder, obviously not looking in any shape to defend himself.

The next morning as you awoke with Kili in your arms again, you sighed.

“Kili, I’m so sorry about this, I know it must be annoying.”

The young dwarf gazed at your face with wide eyes, trying really hard not to look at the soft breasts he was pressed up against. “Well there are worse ways to sleep.” He grinned.

You laughed and gave him a small knowing nudge, to which he chuckled.

Kili bit his lip and leaned his head back on the pillow. “You know, Y/N, I don’t mind being your *ahem* your ‘teddy’, if it helps you sleep.”

Your eyes widened, a blush start to creep up your cheeks. “I couldn’t ask that of you. I mean, wouldn’t it be a burden?” You shuffled closer to him, your doe eyes already doing a number on his beating heart.

“Well it would save you from having to hunt for me in the middle of the night.” Kili chuckled, shuffling so that he was eye to eye with you and ever that much closer to your lips. “And its my duty to look after the company, and blushing maidens when they need me.”

“Well, as long as its okay with you, its okay with me.” You uttered softly, inching closer to Kili. 

The two of you slowly closed the gap, eyes lidded, lips a hair’s breadth apart when suddenly the sound of Dwalin banging Bombur’s pot and spoon jolted you apart.

“Wakey wakey!” Dwalin bellowed, walking around the camp before side-eyeing the two bundles of embarrassment that were Kili and Y/N on the ground, looking like two children at a sleepover.

“Aight ya two lovebirds that’s enough for this morning.” He laughed, leaving Kili sitting up flushed trying not to make eye-contact with anyone especially his brother, until he felt a soft, quick kiss on his cheek, and a whisper in his ear.

“Until tonight, my teddy.”

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BONUS: If Fili had been the Teddy Bear

FILI: *marches right up to you* Y/N, I accept your offer. I have talked about our engagement to Thorin, he's said yes, all things going well in Erebor. Thorin just said no children before we take the mountain. *Fili walks away as if nothing has happened*

YOU: *standing there, dumbfounded, mouth agape* We who the what now

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Hearts Entwined (Dwalin Oneshot)

Author’s Note: First time writing for the LOTR/HOBBIT fandom so be gentle! Just a bit of Dwalin fluff because he’s mah boy.

Summary: Joining a company of Dwarves you thought that your hair would be the least of your worries. But as it turns out, it matters more than you thought.

Dwalin x Reader

The sun had just crawled over the mountains when Thorin decided it was time to make camp. At his words you and some of the other company fell to your knees in exhaustion, you rolling on your back as you steadied your breathing.

“I feel like my legs are gonna fall off.” Ori whined, as he lay collapsed on the ground beside you, to which you chuckled.

“Don’t you live in mountains?” You turned your head.

“Emphasis on the ‘in’. Its not like we climb up and down these every day.” Bofur groaned.

You could tell who the more battle hardy members were, as more of the older men of the troop stood unfazed. One dwarf in particular looking like he had just gone for a morning jog.

“Aw come on you whippersnappers, you’re fifty years too old to let a leisurely walk like this defeat ya.” Dwalin grinned, poking at your leg with his boot.

“Lesiurely??!” Ori panted.

“Walk??!” You cried.

Your dramatics caused many in the troupe to laugh heartily, which was a much needed mood-lifter after such a long day. Even Thorin the Serious smiled as he passed you by.

“Come on, we’ll make for camp.”

You lay on the ground for a moment more, letting your eyes cover your gaze as you enjoyed the view of a certain dwarf, sweat glistening his muscles and brow in the waning sunlight.

Perhaps climbing mountains did have their perks.

Even though it had only been two weeks, it felt as though you had been a part of this rag-tag troupe for years. You were an unexpected surprise, not unlike Bilbo, however your meeting was far from peaceful. They had found you tied up as a troll trio’s appetizer, and after they had rescued you, Gandalf offered that you travel with them.

At first there were objections to having a stranger join, but with you promising to prove your worth to Thorin they obliged. In all honesty you had no idea what to expect in a quest of Blue Mountain dwarves. But you had felt the times changing, work as a bounty hunter becoming more dangerous for a lone wolf. So, it made sense to travel with a group of warriors, peculiar though their quest may be.

Over time you had become accustomed to the Dwarven band, and they you. You liked sparring with Dwalin, listening to Bilbo’s packing tips, and even getting into trouble with Fili and Kili, but unconsciously you found yourself always looking out for Ori. 

He reminded you of your younger siblings, and so you tried to make sure he was never left behind. Dori had also noticed your kindness, and had taken it upon himself to be your guide if ever you had questions about the trip, dwarves, and anything in between.

Sure Fili and Kili were friendly enough, but you could never be sure if their answers were serious or offered as a wick to a flame. Which wouldn’t help your case if they knew of your more romantic curiosities about a certain rugged dwarf.

As soon as camp was set up you dug into your bowl almost as heftily as Bombur did, your mighty excursions leaving your body depleted. Sighing as you patted your full belly, you enjoyed the warmth of the fire while propped up against a hefty log, one that Dwalin happened to be sitting on.

“Good to see you’ve revived lass.” 

You tried not to let the blush creep into your cheeks as he spoke your nickname with such a warmth that pulled at your heart strings. “Good to see you’re still kicking too.” You shot back, Dwalin smirking at your response.

You remembered the first time you saw him burst out of the trees with a mighty roar. Even hanging upside down, you saw the sheer strength and courage he launched himself at a foe five  times his size. Yet his gentleness surprised you as he cut you down and carried you in his arms like you weighed nothing.

I mean, how could you not fall for him?

As everyone cleared off their bowls for the night you tried to stretch your muscles as best you could. The strain on your shoulders was beginning to ache, however it was a familiar pain now, and one that you would try your best not to let show.

You rolled your pack out close to the face of the mountain, since once before Dwalin had to drag you back from almost toppling over the edge in your sleep.

“No more sleeping near the cliffsides you wriggly worm.” He had growled sternly, to which you could only nod, having woken up to being carried by your saviour once again wondering if it was another dream. You’d had to bury your cheeks under the blanket so he couldn’t see your satisfied smile.

“Glad to see you learned your lesson.” Dwalin teased as he watched you from the fire.

“Well I’m sure if I had gone over the edge you could’ve used your beard as rope.” You teased back.

Dwalin and the others roared around the fire, as he looked at you with a mischievous grin.

“You tease this fine work of art missy, but from the looks of it your hair is gonna look worse than mine within a week.”

You brought your hand up to the back of your head and realised that it was, indeed, becoming a matted mess. You kept your thick hair in braids for the practicality, but on this journey you had not found the time to manage the upkeep. Which was important, as your curls answered to no one but a tooth comb and plenty of oil.

You huffed and started to unbind your hair, working your way behind before you felt yourself stuck. Seems one of your more intricate braids had become an intricate knot.

“You might as well just shave it off lassy, we can have matching hairstyles.” Dwalin roared with laughter. You tried your best to give him a grumpy look but you soon found yourself in fits of laughter too.

“You can help me braid my hair then you big ol’ grump.” You grinned, walking purposely around the fire and plonking yourself on the ground between his legs cross legged.

“How about that?” You puffed triumphantly.

But instead of more banter, you instantly you felt those around the fire freeze, Bofur dropping his spoon back into his bowl.

“You didn’t tell her?” Kili hissed at Dori.

“Well its not like I expected it to come up!” Dori argued defensively.

“Am I…. missing something?” You turned your head to look up at Dwalin wondering why he was silent too. However, you didn’t expect to find the most ferocious man you had ever met as red as a beet!

“Um,” Fili chuckled nervously. “Y/N, you-“

“Dwarves have very particular customs when it comes to our hair, or braiding other’s.” Thorin spoke decisively from his place as lookout, arms folded. “Customs that usually amount to offers of courtship.”

Your jaw dropped, realizing that you may or may not have in no small way proposed to Dwalin. “Oh.” You struggled to get words out. “Oh no, I didn’t know, I-I am sorry if I have caused offence!”

“It looks like you’ve caused a heart attack sweetie.” Bofur replied before being elbowed in the ribs by Kili.

You looked at everyone around the fire trying to look for some indication of how to proceed, finding that all of them were looking behind you. “Dwalin?”

“Its okay lass, you didn’t know.” Dwalin replied, the tepidness in his voice almost breaking you.

This really wasn’t how anything was supposed to go! Yes you liked Dwalin, you liked Dwalin a LOT. But you never thought the day would come when you would be ousted by your own foolish actions, and in front of half of your companions too.

“It was an honest mistake.” You heard Dwalin try to joke.

You scrunched the dirt underneath your hands into your fists. You were Y/N. You were bold. You were daring. And while your actions may have been a mistake your feelings certainly weren’t. Could you pretend it all away? Could you live with yourself now if you lied and hid your heart away? No. You had never run away from anything in your life. And you weren’t about to start now.

“If its all the same to you Dwalin, I still would like your help to braid my hair.”

You winced as you heard Ori gasp dramatically. When you peeked up you found Fili and Kili staring at you while simultaneously kicking each other, Bofur almost letting his bowl slip from his hands. Even Thorin raised his eyebrows at your boldness.

You felt the dwarf behind you exhale. “Are you sure lass?”

“Yes.” You tried not to twiddle your fingers, somehow transforming more and more into a shy milkmaid by the second. “Unless you would like me to ask someone else to braid it.” You insinuated daringly, even with fear he would say yes and offer your heart to someone else.

But no sooner were the words out of your mouth then you felt his hands brush against your back, taking the first of your plaits in his hands and unweaving it slowly.

“Well look at that I think its time for bed!” Bofur sprung up and yawned purposefully. At this the remaining troop instantly scattered, leaving you both alone with each other by the fire. Even Thorin had moved so that he was perched around the side of the mountain out of respect for his loyal warrior.

“I’m sorry if my hair is hard to handle.” You offered shyly. “It’s hard to do the plaits on my own.”

“No need for sorrys.” The rugged dwarf answered quietly, cursing his hands for not being nimble, or delicate. His hands were leathery, worn from his early years in the forges. But he had never thought his hands would be weaving in your hair as they did now. “Am I hurting ya?”

“Are you kidding me?” You laughed at his concern. “My mother would have me and my siblings crying after a braiding session when we were younger, this is….” You then paused. “This is much better.”

Dwalin’s own heart swelled at your contentment, fit to burst from his chest. Ever since the day he had cut you down and carried you in his arms, he couldn’t deny that you were the most beautiful cocoon he had ever seen.

He thought it was just the normal jitters when one saw a pretty face, but as you travelled as companions and then as friends, he fell in love with your character. The way you laughed, the way you fought, the way you would look out for Ori. You had proven your worth to the company as you had promised, but along the way you had won Dwalin’s heart.

Of course, he never thought in a thousand years though that a strong, strapping youngling would ever fall for him. You were human, and he considered the fact that maybe you wouldn’t feel attachment like dwarves did. He had thought for sure you would have become interested in one of the princes, anyone younger than himself.

Obviously, Dwalin was wrong.

The fierce warrior reluctantly finished the last plait, the process of taming your hair long but pleasant, as both of you swapped small stories of memories and times long past, even content to sit in silence.

You stretched and then turned to sit facing him. “Thank you.” The warmth in your smile more than Dwalin could take.

Before he could even think the dwarf had taken both of your hands in his, letting his thumbs slide gingerly across your small hands.

“Yes Dwalin?” You looked up at him with pools of dark hazel that glinted in the firelight, taking his breath away with the way you looked at him so keenly. He had never seen you like this before. Then again he mused, you had probably never seen him look like such a blushing fool before either.

“I’ll help you with your hair whenever you need Y/N, if that’s okay with you.”

You smiled at took the chance to hold his face in your hands, planting a small kiss on his forehead. “Its more than okay with me.”

Your own Dwarven Hero.

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“Told you she’d be the one to do it.” Fili chuckled, kicking the bundle next to him that was his brother, gaining him a grunt. “You owe me a pint.”

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Unspoken (Hvitty Oneshot)

Author’s Note: I have a thing for cabins, can you tell?

Summary: You and Hvitserk are childhood friends and warrior allies. But as you grow older, things change. As a blacksmith’s daughter you don’t have time for romance. But what happens when an unknown admirer takes a very serious step? (R18+) SMUT 

Reader x Hvitserk

There is a custom, in Kattegat.

Not really a formal ritual, per se. But an unspoken tradition in Kattegat among men and women who were coming of age, one that had surfaced in recent years.

That is, if a boy wanted to make an honest woman of a girl, or if someone wanted to profess their love, they would take them to a cabin in the woods. It was a chance for someone to confess, a chance for someone to show that they were serious. And while there was no magic or superstition in the ritual, it was believed that people left that cabin changed.

Not that it mattered much to you, of course.

“Y/N! Did you hear that Brenna got asked to a cabin?”

You were busy placing all the new swords in your father’s workshop when Hanna had burst in with the news. “Just a minute!”

“I can’t believe she got asked before me!” Hanna complained.

You were on your tiptoes trying to hang a scabbard on one of the higher hooks, the morning sun slipping through the cracks in the word making it hard to see. Then all of a sudden you felt a presence behind you grab the scabbard and reach up with ease.

You swivelled and glared at your helper, who had one hand propped up against the wall, one hand on his hip as sported a devilish grin.

“Morning little troll.”

Hvisterk’s smile quickly turned into a grimace as you gave him a quick jab to the stomach.

“A thank you would be nice.” He groaned as you walked past.

“That’s what you get.” You humphed, not looking back. Hvitserk knew you couldn’t handle it when he mentioned your height. As kids when you had first started to grow into adults, you almost pummelled him when you realized he was taller than you. It was a reminder that you were changing, that strength you so craved came more naturally to him than to you.

“Naw Y/N, you’re always so mean to Hvitserk.” Hanna drawled.

“And yet, he always comes running back to me, doesn’t he?” You smirked.

You felt a heavy arm curve around your neck. “Well that is what best friends do, isn’t that right?”

Looking up at Hvitserk’s face you couldn’t help but laugh. You two had been best friends since you had squared up with him the first time your family had come to Kattegat. Squabbling, bickering, the teasing and the fighting were all part and parcel of what you two were.

“Well, as I was sayiiiiiiiiing,” Hanna drawled out dramatically. “Brenna has been asked to a cabin!” She squealed excitedly, gripping your arm with such intensity that it even made Hvitserk retreat a tad.

You furrowed your brow as you all walked through town. “Brenna… baking bread Brenna? By who?”

“I bet its Arvid.” Hvitserk scoffed. “The boy finds any excuse to visit their stall, he has more buns than he knows what to do with.”

You and Hanna burst out laughing. “Well its about time he asked her.” You scoffed. “The poor girl can’t read hints to save her life.”

Hanna nodded in agreement, while Hvitserk only looked to the side.

“Have you ever thought about these things, dear Y/N?” Hanna looked up inquisitively, her the sudden intimacy of the question leaving you flustered.

“I uh, I-I haven’t had the time,” you chuckled nervously, the blush from your face painfully clear to both of your closest friends. “It’s not like I have much appeal.”

But of course you had thought about it. While you were more of a lover than a fighter, that didn’t mean you didn’t want to be desired. It was true, most of your time was devoted to helping your father and his forges, as well as training with the very tools you helped craft. Romantic endeavours were few and far between. Emphasis on the few.

“Oh hush, you shouldn’t think ill of yourself.” Hanna waving her hand back and forth. “I know for a fact that there are many young men who would jump at the chance to court you.” Hanna said loudly, sparing a side-eye at Hvitserk behind your back, smiling at the obvious clench in his jaw. “I’m surprised someone hasn’t tossed you over their shoulder already.”

“Oh.. really?” You tucked your hair behind your ear unconsciously.

Hvitserk then whipped his head towards you at the unmistakeable curiosity in your voice, the noticeable blush in your cheeks.

“I think we better get to training, right Y/N?” Hvitserk interrupted, with a grin that was more toothy than normal. Not waiting for you to answer he grabbed your hand, almost dragging you behind.

“Bye Hanna!” You struggled to wave back, as Hanna just watched with a smug grin.

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The training grounds were where you were most at peace. You and Hvitserk were already known to be ferocious training partners, already proving that your bark was worse than your bite. Which is why many gave you two a wide berth as soon as you arrived.

Looking back at Hvitserk amongst the other men, you sharpened your sword far more than was needed. Hvitserk was always popular, known for his wit and cheek and a few daring pranks.  You on the other hand were respected for your knowledge and training prowess. Often you were approached for advice on weapons and wielding, almost as much as your father was. You and Hvitserk were known as the pride of your generation.

Practicing a few swings, you tried to get what Hanna had said out of your mind, not noticing the way Hvitserk watched you concentrate. Without a second thought he made his way to you, unsheathing his own sword, his demeanor instantly turning serious. “Are you ready?”

As you prepared your stance you tried to quiet your mind. Neither of you wasted any time, with metal clashing against metal, letting your moves be guided by instinct. When Hvitserk managed to corner you against a tree you bared your teeth and grunted at him, the prince returning a low growl of his own.

With a grunt you kicked against the trunk, the prince stumbling yet grinning at your ferocity. You whipped the braids out of your eyes, and reminded yourself that in the heat of battle, there was no time for boys or silly crushes. As Hvitserk spun away from your lunges, and your sweat crowned your brow you let your practice remind you that you were a warrior. You wanted to lose yourself in the adrenaline of the fight. To keep telling yourself not to hope.

Until one fateful day when Hanna crashed through your door. Again.

“Y/N!!! I HAVE NEEEEEWS!”

The force of your friend’s arrival caused you to fall off the bed in a heap of furs, face down on the floor.

“Is Odin in town?” You groaned as you tried to steady yourself, but Hanna was already at your side shaking your shoulders into oblivion.

“Guesswhohasaninvitationtoacabinguessguessguess!”

“Um, you?”

“No. YOU.”

Her two words instantly sobered you and you snapped your head up. “….What?”

“Yes! A cabin, two nights from now when the moon is half full.”

Still on the floor of your bedroom, your brain reached for the most probable answer. “You’re kidding.”

Hanna’s face fell a tad. “No, I am not kidding you’ve been courted by an admirer Y/N! Isn’t this exciting?!” Hanna hugged you to her chest.

“Uh well, it would be if I could breathe.” You answered, muffled by your friend’s bosom.

“I tooooold you that you were a catch! Don’t worry, I’ll help you get ready just leave it to me!” Hanna grinned, already running to your wardrobe and pulling out everything that her fingers touched. “That bastard won’t know what hit him.”

“You know who it is?” Your head whipped around.

You saw Hanna freeze. “Yes, but he has requested that it be a secret until the day and you know the rules.” Hanna said matter-of-factly, holding up a dress to your collarbone, purposely not meeting your eyes.

“Hanna.” You gripped your friend’s hand firmly. “Do you think…are they right for me?” you bit your lip, shy of asking what was really in your mind.

Hanna looked into your worried eyes, softening. “Oh Y/N. I know that he would go to the ends of the earth for you. And I wouldn’t have even agreed to pass it on if I didn’t think they were good for you. Remember you can always refuse them if you want. But if he messes this up, I will personally drown him in the fjord.”

“Maybe Hvitserk will help you out.” You said jokingly.

“Oh I’m sure he’ll have his work cut out.” Hanna drawled as she started to comb your hair. “That boy won’t know what hit him.”

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You rose and poked the fire for the fifth time in a row.

You sat down again, smoothing your skirt for the hundredth time that hour.

Nervous was an understatement. Not even your last summer raid had you as jittery as you were now. You didn’t even have an inkling of who it could be, only that your closest friends wouldn’t tell you a thing. 

And even though you had seen Hanna every day, you had seen neither hair nor hide of Hvitserk. To which you assumed that it had to be one of this brothers or close friends, and as such was sulking because he would lose his training partner. “What a brat.” You muttered.

Your eyes travelled around the cabin. It was modest, with a fireplace in the middle of the room, a half screen shielding the bed from the door when it opened, and on the opposite side a simple table by a latched window that looked out onto the path and the fields below. But the intricate carvings on the walls, the quality of furs, and the ample stock of food by the table hinted to you that this person was at the very least well off. Lost in your own thoughts you paced as the sun died down, the faint pitter patter of rain thrumming in the countryside.

When you heard the door open you almost jumped, the closing creak sounding more final than ever. You heard boots clack on the floor, the unfurling of a long woollen cloak.

You turned slowly to greet your secret admirer. This unknown devotee who wished to pledge themselves to you. The person had their back to you, removing their dampened shirt. Your eyes followed the shadows from the flames, curling around the etchings on his back which climbed over his shoulders. And when Hivtserk turned around to meet you, your heart dropped from your stomach to the floor.

“Hvitserk?”

The prince walked decisively across the room, hanging his shirt by the fireplace. “Did you wait long?”

“No.” Your voice a meagre whisper.

You saw his shoulders tighten as he chuckled ominously. “Why so timid? The great Y/N not afraid of anything.”

His laugh did nothing to put you at ease. “Hvitserk… if.. if this is a cruel joke then it is in poor taste.”

In an instant he closed the distance between you, grabbing your wrist and holding your chin between his thumb and forefinger. And in his you saw intensity you had only witnessed on the battlefield. “You think I would joke about this?”

“I don’t know what to think,” you said breathlessly, not being able to ignore the way his eyes drifted to your berry stained lips or the way his eyes raked the dress that clung lusciously against your figure. “We’re friends.”

Hvitserk then backed you up until your rear hit the table, cornering you. “You know we’re more than that.”

Like a skittish prey you tried to brush off the bait he laid bare. “I’m friends with many guys.”

Hvitserk’s knuckles grew white gripping the table. “And do you think I would have let any of them touch you?”

The huskiness in his voice was pulling emotions out of your depths. Emotions you thought you had drowned in insecurities and loyalties and denial.

“I made it very clear to them that you were mine.”

The flames from the fireplace illuminated Hvitserk’s silhouette, while his features were shaded in the dark hue of the night as his shadow eclipsed you. “I want you, Y/N. You are my equal. We were made for each other.”

“But why?” Your voice growing stronger with the need to know. “Why now, why me?”

His voice became softer, almost bringing the lighter Hvitserk back to the surface as he caressed your fearful face. “You’ve always been by my side, never afraid to tell me when I’m wrong, never fearing to challenge me, a prince of Kattegat.” He snuck a quick breath in your hair that was intricately laden with red blooms and moaned. “It turns me on so much.”

With Hvitserk so close all you could smell is him. The scent of his skin, his voice so close to you, so possessive, you couldn’t even think straight. You were thankful he had pushed you against the table, your legs feeling like a newborn fawn’s.

“I saw the look in your eyes when Hanna asked you about the cabin. So now you’re here.” Hvitserk’s fingers brushed against your own. “Tell me you don’t feel the same.”

You swallowed thickly before you answered. “Hvitserk, you are a prince, a son of Ragnar. I-I-I am just a blacksmith’s daughter! Your mother would never allow this, they would say you should be with someone el-“

“Then push me away.” He all but commands. “We both know you could overpower me. Easily.” The goading in his voice almost sounding like he wanted you to do it.

He gave no heed to your conflicted gaze, whispering into your ear as he slowly drew himself even closer to you, gently pushing you so now you were sitting on the table with him in between your legs.

“I couldn’t give a damn what anyone thinks of us. But I want you to admit… that you want me.” The dark prince drew his toned arm up to draw faint lines up and down your dress sleeve with his fingers, feeling you shiver.

“I, Hvitserk-“

“Yes?” He drawled out slowly, pressing the lightest of kisses on your skin, trailing down your neck and to your shoulder. He spared a gaze, pleased to see your flustered face, the blush in your cheeks, your soft lips drawn apart with small breaths. Your body betraying what he already knew.

“Dammit Hvitserk.” You cursed him. You cursed his name. You cursed the boy who’s smile lit up your world. You cursed the friend you had fallen in love with. And when your eyes met, you were undone. 

“Damn you.”

You almost whimpered as you gave in, bringing Hvitserk’s face to collide with yours. You surrendered to your desire, devouring each other’s lips with heady passion. Your fingertips gripping the sides of his face while his hand clawed through your hair and pulled, the kiss only ending as you gasped for air.

“Fuck you.” You panted, but Hvitserk’s lustful grin only widened.

“If you insist.”

He pulled his forehead to yours, holding your face in his hands before kissing you again, but this time the kiss was tender, as if he was savouring the very moment savouring you. His kisses started to trail down your neck once again, his hands tracing the back of your dress as your fingers caressed his shoulder blades. “Hvitserk.” You moaned, each kiss becoming more and more drawn out.

The Kattegat prince growled at his name on your lips. “So, do I take that as a yes?”

“What do you think.” You bit your lip, pushing yourself into his arms once again, walking him backwards until you both toppled onto the bed.

“I never knew you saw me this way.” Your voice a heady whisper.

“How could I not.” Hvitserk growled, his hand drawing up your thigh. “I had to hide my arousal every time you wanted to wrestle.”

Hvitserk licked his lips at the sight of you underneath him. He knew Hanna had donned you in the one dress that had him dreaming about you since last Yule; a luscious red dress with a skirt split and slits in both sleeves, his eyes not ignoring the way it so teasingly tied at the front, giving him a glimpse of what was underneath. He had almost spat out his mead when he saw you walk into the hall, and so did half his brothers.

“I never knew you were so dirty, my prince.” You chuckled shifted so that his hand grabbed your ass, squeezing and kneading the soft plump flesh there. He moaned and buried his head in your chest, the prince then proceeding to untie the cords with his teeth.

“When you would pin me down I would almost hope you would ravish me right then and there.”

Your eyes then flickered open, a sudden idea popping into your head. “Like this?”

At once you locked his leg with yours and thrust your hips so that you had him flat on his back on the furs. You felt him grind himself against you and grip his hands on the headboard. “Just like that.” He growled as his member cock throbbed in approval.

“Good to know.” You licked your lips you watched Hvitserk writhe underneath you as you found his hard member and grinded against him slowly. You reminisced at how Hvitserk had grown into a man, and you had tried everything to not see it. Now your hands traced the faint lines across his hardened torso and toward his tattoos, his hands now moving under your skirt to your thighs. “What else have you been dreaming about I wonder?” You smirked.

At once you felt him grip the edges of your dress and bring them up around your head, instantly leaving you bare. He threw the dress to the side and kissed you, drawing his hands up the sides of your body.

You shuffled so that you could undo the laces of his trousers, Hvitserk moving swiftly to undress himself and to have you in his arms once again. When you felt him press against your already wet sex you shivered, Hvitserk cooing and caressing you as he tried to steady himself at your entrance.

Hvitserk swore as he entered you, kissing you as he engorged himself in your folds. You gasped as you looked down to where you were joined, Hvitserk’s eyes already dark with lust. You steadied yourself on his torso as you moved here and there, getting comfortable with the sensation. But it soon turned to bouncing, your gasps turning into heavy moans as you rode him.

“That’s it,” He growled. “Take me, fuck take all of me Y/N.” Hvitserk’s hands held your thighs as you thrusted yourself on his cock, your pillowed lips bringing him closer and closer to the edge.

“Hvitserk I’m close!” You yelped, as you grinded your pussy hard on his folds, taking as much of him as you could. The sensation had you reeling, not able to think of anything other than having more. More. More.

Hvitserk slammed your ass on his hips as he spilled his release into you, thrusting unabatedly until you were full of his cum. Eventually you both collapsed, you not being able to move from Hvitserk’s chest. “You cum a lot.” You sighed, to which Hvitserk burst out laughing.

“Our first time together and that’s all you have to say?”

You traced the ink on his chest. “Well, would it be weird to say that I love you.”

“No, not weird at all.” He said, kissing your forehead. “I love you too my little troll.”

You proceeded to then try and punch him in the ribs, but when Hvitserk felt you shiver, he grabbed what furs he could to cover you both. You smiled at his very best attempts not to move you from his chest and once they were on, he dove his hand under the covers, leaving his hand to rest on your back.

“This may be a strange question.” You murmured. “But…. you wouldn’t know anything about the time Kade came back with a broken nose last Yule, would you?”

Instantly you felt Hvitserk’s hand tense up, and you lifted your head. “You didn’t.”

Hvitserk averted his eyes with nothing short of a pout. “He made out with you before I could.”

“You jerk! He was nice and I was unbound!” You laughed and playfully punched him on his chest before he caught both hands.

“Well, now you’re not and that’s that.” He huffed.

You tried to wiggle free but couldn’t, glaring at him with a grin you couldn’t hold back. “I guess I am.” You smiled, as you dipped to kiss your new lover once more.

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[greennightspider]

A Lover and a Fighter

Summary: Just a fun oneshot about a Dora Milaje-in-training who manages to slip up on the one day the Jabari Lord is in town. What is she going to have to do for redemption?

**Smut Warning**

M’Baku x Reader

“Now remember, all you need to do is stand still and follow the others around.” Your cousin Okoye hissed. “No funny business.”

“Yes yes I know I KNOW. Haven’t I proven myself by going through your rigorous training?”

“You may know the golden city, but you have no experience with the Jabari.”

“Oh come on. I made it into the Dora Milaje, I can make it through one ceremony.” You giggled, Okoye sighing and shaking her head with a grin she couldn’t hold back. You were a wild card who had managed to reign herself in enough to rise through the ranks and at 20 become one of the youngest recruits of all time.

Some who were foolish would say it was nepotism. However Okoye did nothing but discipline you twice as hard as any other junior.

The Great Gorilla M’Baku and his highness King T’Challa were not due for another 30mins, so Y/N thought this was the perfect time to let off steam before she had to stand still and be orderly for a good 20mins.

“Watch me cousin, soon, I will be challenging you.” You laughed maniacally, twirling your spear and pointing it at the Dora Milaje leader who was looking quite amused. Until she saw something in the distance that made her turn cold.

“Uh, Y/N-“

“Muahahahaha, and who knows? Maybe I will even challenge for the crown one day!” You declared, twirling your spear and yourself into a circle so fast everything around you was a blur. But you had practiced this move to the point where you did not grow dizzy. Faster and faster you went, the blur of the wind near your ears muffling out the sound of what you assumed was your cousin telling you to calm down as always.

But you would do no such thing!

Your twirls became faster and faster, blinding you to the changing scenery, or the two figures who added to it. “And then, I would VENTURE into the infamous Jabari mountains, and even challenge the great Jabari Lord himself! Dazzling him with my wiles, my intellect, my wit and of course my signature move! HiiiiiiiiiiiiiyA-“

Just as you had finished your last rotation and twirled the spear in your hands you lifted it above your head and struck outwards. Except your strike only went half the distance you had planned. Landing on something hard, while your body movements had followed through with your head staring straight at the ground in front of you.

Feet.

There’s feet in front of me.

Slowly your eyes travelled up the gigantic man in front of you with an open mouth, your gaze infally resting on your spear.

That was… resting squarely on top of the Jabari Lord’s skull.

Oh fuck my life.

Turns out, T’Challa and M’Baku had arrived early and in his own personal craft he usually parked just behind the official runway, and that Okoye was trying to warn you of the two men approaching you.

The more menacing one….you just hit… in the head… with your spear.

After a moment of complete silence the Jabari Lord flicked your spear away like it was nothing, and stepped even closer to you while your head shrunk into your shoulders, frozen. Your instincts told you to run, but your brain told you running from a predator was definitely suicide. His dominating glare almost made you wet yourself.

That is, until you realized he hadn’t blinked in a while. Your fear started to mix with curiosity, but before you could dare ask if the Jabari Lord was okay he promptly fell sideways and collapsed on the runway.

Oh shit I just murdered a guy.

Wait.. does this make me ruler of Jabari Land?

“Y/N!” Okoye’s bark snapped you to your senses, as T’Challa and Okoye rushed towards the Great Gorilla.”

“Is he dead?” You squeaked.

“No you idiot he is UNCONSCIOUS!” Okoye all but screamed.

“Will he be okay?”

“You will be lucky if this doesn’t start an INVASION.” Okoye seethed. “Now the least you can do is see to him so that when he wakes up you can apologize before he gives us a declaration of war.”

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You sat with M’Baku in the medical wing of the royal compound as Shuri performed scan after scan, making sure that the head injury didn’t cause any substantial or permanent damage. “Lucky for you Jabari skulls are thick.” Shuri turned back with a smile. “He will be fine.”

“Oh thank Bast!” You collapsed on your knees, Shuri giggling at your drama. Which was not unwarranted. You couldn’t fathom what the repercussions would be if you had permanently sidelined one of the biggest and most frightening warriors you had ever seen. Okoye would probably happily hand your ass to the Jabari all wrapped up in a bow with an apple in your mouth.

“I will keep him here for a few more hours, but then I will have transfer him to his guest quarters.”

You almost stumbled when you felt a firm hand clap straight down on your shoulder. “And YOU are going to be right there to apologize and to tend to his every whim.” You felt the hand clench. “Is that clear?”

“Crystal clear Okoye!” You managed to squeak out, wondering if you’d still be able to serve Hanuman his every whim with one functioning arm.

“Good.” You heard Okoye smile sinisterly from behind, letting your shoulder return to its normal shape. “I better hear good things about you, the fate of the nation depends on it. No pressure!”

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“No pressure my ass.” You grumbled, as you found your way to the Jabari living quarters. It wasn’t hard per say, as the Jabari royal guards were hard to miss, being male, almost two metres tall and muscles for days. You weren’t the only one who noticed, as you saw almost half a dozen Dora Milaje take the longest most inconvenient route to the dorms, which happened to be right past the hulking warriors. You couldn't blame them really, we were warriors, not robots. We did have eyes.

After making it past the guards the door opened to a still unconscious chief resting peacefully.

How the hell does he manage to make a double bed look small? You thought, grabbing a small stool so you could sit closer, as ordered. Which gave you a front row seat to the sleeping man.

He was still intimidating even when he slept, his face only looking mildly slack. You decided to get a closer look at him. His face was not unattractive, albeit for the bandage on his head courtesy of you. 

His beard, while bushy was neatly trimmed, his broad shoulders giving way to thick beefy arms. As you got even closer, you noticed he smelled strongly of pine and snow, as if that could even have a scent. He was lower half was covered in a thin blanket.

Woah hold up. Is he-

Suddenly the Jabari Lord’s eyes snapped open, and in his haze seeing nothing but a shadow hovering over his body he instantly grabbed at the intruder and rolled over so he had them in a bear hug underneath him.

“Who sent you assassin!” He roared.

You barely had any breath to answer him, being crushed by his arms and his body and his-

“My Lord I was sent to give my apologies!” You managed to squeak out. “I’m just a Dora Milaje trainee!”

The Jabari chief took a minute to register what she was saying before registering his surroundings, and the shine of the gleaming golden city gave him pause. Enough to let you at least wiggle one hand through so you could hold yourself up and breathe.

“Damn do you guys wrestle bears in Jabari Land?” You wheeze.

Noticing you were still there and underneath him, not ready to let go until he had all the answers. “And why was I unconscious.”

He noticed at this you stopped squirming. “I uh, accidentally high kicked your ass and knocked you out?”

The Jabari Lord scrunched his face. “Really?”

“YES! And by the way your morning wood is in my ass so unless you’re just really happy to see me-“

The great gorilla instantly released you and flung himself to the other side of the bed, hastily scrunching all the sheets toward his torso.

“Wow, do all Jabari sleep naked or is it just you?”

“I run hot.” The Jabari man grumbled. Interestingly enough you thought he looked slightly cute all embarrassed and such.

“My apologies for tackling you. I thought-“

“Oh spare the formalities you’ve already almost gone to 3rd base with me.” You chuckled. “I’m Y/N.”

“M’Baku. Just M’Baku will do.”

You smiled, grateful that this didn’t look like it would turn into a national disaster after all. “Well as an apology for the accident I’m here to assist you with anything you may need here during your stay.”

“Anything?” M’Baku growled.

“Anything?” You smiled pertly.

“Aaaanything?”M’Baku slowly drawled out.

“Yup anything!”

All of a sudden you felt a hand grab you and yank you forward, squeaking louder than you wish you had. And when you blinked you found yourself in the lap of the great gorilla and his… other great gorilla.

“Anything?” He asked again, slowly snaking his big hands up your hips and waist.

“I uh- My Lord?” You stumbled.

“I said I run hot.” M’Baku said as he drew you in so he could sniff the nape of your neck. “The trip here was so long, so draining, with no... company to sate me.” He chuckled darky, his breath on your skin making your shoulder. “We Jabari men can be very.... virile. As you can see.” He slowly grinded his member into you. “And I am already at my limit.”

You helped but made no move to stop the naked, herculaic man beneath you, wondering if this was just a too-good-to-be-true sex dream.

“Will you help me, little Milaje?”

You tried to catch your breath as your hands rested on his chest, taking in the sculped naked body before you. You could feeeeeeel the common sense leaving your body with every second that passed.

“Y/N?”

His voice drew you back to your sense, and he could already see your eyes become heavy lidded with lust. M’Baku didn’t break eye contact as he lifted your hand to his lips, kissing your fingers softly.

“Well, if that’s what you wish I can only happily offer my services.” You could barely get the last words out before you dragged your face to his, drawing him into a deep kiss. You felt his member pulse between your legs, and you couldn’t help but grind into him in response, earning you a deep growl.

“Undress.” He commanded in a dark voice, and as soon as your upper half was exposed he latched onto your breasts, moving from one to the other hungrily. You moaned in approval, helpless as the Jabari Lord led you deeper and deeper into depravity.

He continued to tease you by letting you grind your now soaking pussy against his member, its length and girth already making you drool. Finally you couldn’t take any more, bracing yourself on his shoulders while he held his cock in place, eagerly awaiting you. You both moaned as you took him fully, knowing he was your biggest partner yet.

“By Hanuman Y/N you feel so good.” M’Baku moaned, as he started to grind his hips upwards into you, making you yelp in approval. His strokes were long and broad letting you get used to him, but it wasn’t long before you were bracing your self on his shoulders once again while you bounced in his lap.

You couldn’t get enough of him, your lust blinding you to all reason and sense. You started calling his name with wild abandon, which would only seemed to spur him on. Noticing your moans get higher and higher he pulled you in for another long kiss. As you parted you saw the lust lidded in his eyes. “Are you going to cum, Y/N?”

“Yes M’Baku, yes yes yes!” Was all your brain could form, and at this M’Baku grabbed your hips and pounded into them from above, your moans turning into screams of ecstasy.

M’Baku watched you cave into your desire, and the sight of you bouncing in his lap made him come undone, kissing you as he thrusted into you with no restraint, filling you with his seed.

You collapsed in his lap, M’Baku wrapping his arms around you and slowly pulling himself out of you. You felt some of him dribble out of you as he did, the Jabari chief slowly drawing the blankets over you both.

“Well that was-“

“Indeed.” M’Baku replied lazily, unconsciously drawing lazy circles on your back. “I think it very much cured me of my injury.”

At this you burst out laughing, snuggling more into his neck. “Oh really?”

“I am sure of it.” M’Baku nodded with a serious face, before side-eyeing you. “Although I think treatment needs to be administered daily.”

“Mhmm?”

“Multiple times.”

“Oh of course.”

“For maximum results.”

“Oh absolutely.” You grinned mischievously. “Anything for you my Lord.”

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“So the Jabari Lord is awake?” Okoye asked.

“Yup, he seems to be fully functioning.” You replied with a smile.

“And he is still open to negotiations?” T’Challa inquired.

“Very open. Once I cleared up my mistake he was very understanding.” You grinned.

“Okay. That will be all Y/N, just be more careful next time.” Okoye pleaded.

“I will I will don’t worry cousin!” You called out as you almost skipped out of the palace chambers, leaving Okoye and T’Challa sighing in relief, while Erik with arms crossed side-eyed both of them as they all watched you go.

“So none of ya’ll gone tell her about the big-ass hickey on her neck?”

{THE END}

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Reunion with a Rumble

Summary: The Battle of the Five Armies is won. Tauriel had made the decision to reside in Erebor with Fili, as ambassador for the woodland realm.  Fili joins King Thorin, Kili and Tauriel to welcome their people from the Blue Mountains home, but there’s one special person he’d like to welcome most. (Just a fluffy oneshot).

Fili x Moira(WOC)

Fili shifted the collar of his shirt under his armour, trying to ease it into a more comfortable spot.

“Fili.”

One word from his uncle ceased his movements completely. This was probably one of the most important days of Thorin’s new ruling as King Under the Mountain, and Fili’s first royal appearance as heir. However, that didn’t stop collars from itching.

“Are you nervous?”

Fili stepped from side to side, shrugging his shoulders and shaking his head. “Nope, not at all.” He rushed out, as his beard braids swung side to side.

“Really?” Kili poked his head around the guard in between them. “Cause you’re doing that thing when you’re nervous.”

“I’m not nervous.” Fili growled.

Tauriel leaned over and whispered. “I think he’s nervous.” 

“Oh he is, but he’s never going to admit it.” Kili replied.

Before Fili could get a chance to sidestep the guard and grab his brother in a headlock, the sound of a horn boomed across the hills, signalling that their people, the people of Erebor, were finally coming home.

As the marching became louder, the first scout was visible along the ridge of what was once a battle ground.

“I see them!” The scout cried. “I see the King!”

The Durinsons watched as the first peek of their people emerged over the hill. The cheers and singing that could be heard as the dwarves marched joyously. Families, young and old, all shed tears and sung songs of their king’s victory composed over the journey.

The procession came to a standstill at the bridge just before the gates. Their King had decided to not stand above, but eye to eye with his people.

“People of Erebor! The dragon Smaug is vanquished, those who were lost in the dragon fire have been avenged. With the help of our allies, with the help of our friends.” Thorin smiled. “Erebor is ours once again!”

“All hail, King Thorin, King Under the Mountain!” They roared. They cheered for their king, they cheered for their princes, and cheered for their victory.

Fili then stepped forward, taking a deep breath in. “People of Erebor, welome home!” The prince’s welcome was a booming command,

“All hail Fili, prince of Erebor!” The people cried.

In a steady file the dwarvish throng crossed the bridge into the lost kingdom, the princes greeting everyone with a smile, a nod, a head touch as they passed into the gate.

“Be proud, you did well today.” Thorin nodded at his heir once more than half of the procession had passed through.

Fili at this sighed with relief, letting himself scratch at the collar once again.

“Your brother did well for his first royal appearance, despite his nerves.” Tauriel smiled.

“Oh, that’s not what he was nervous about.” Kili chuckled shaking his head at his brother’s itching tick, as he scanned the proceeding crowds. “Juuuuust you wait.”

Fili let his shoulders relax just a fraction, letting his mind wander to more selfish ambitions. He wondered if she would come. He wondered if she would forgive him. He wondered if she would still care for him.

“There she is!” Kili exclaimed.

Fili whipped his head around and watched as brunette-braided, cocoa-tinted, hazel-eyed dwarf scurried onto a rock, scouring the crowd with fierce determination. 

She was dressed as a traveler like most, her boots liked with white fur at the tips, an axe at her hip, and a backpack that looked far too big for her own shoulders. He couldn’t dare call out to her, but his heart thumped wildly as she searched, hoping that it was him she was seeking.

As soon as she saw him her eyes brightened up like a thousand suns.

“FILIIIIIIIIIIIII!!!!”

The sound rang as clear as a bell to Fili’s ears.

All of a sudden they saw a flash of a hickory-coloured mass racing down the hill. The little ball of energy sped on with all her might, almost threatening to start tumbling with the pace she was going at. But Tauriel watched amazed as her little legs seemed to defy gravity as she bumbled on, backpack jangling and all.

Tauriel thought she would have slowed down, but if anything she seemed to get faster and faster as she ran beside the crowds. Even at a stone’s throw away Tauriel only tilted her head curiously at the furious package getting closer and closer to them. At the final moment Kili pulled Tauriel out of the way before she was bowled over, as it was already clear who the target was.

With all her might the girl tackled Fili to the ground, the prince landing in the dirt with a laugh and  an ‘oomph’. The crowds beside them laughed at the joyous, albeit violent, reunion. But Fili’s laughter was short-lived when he saw the bloodlust in her eyes.

“FILIIIIIII.” The young warrior then sat up and started shaking the prince like a rag doll. “YOU LEFT WITHOUT ME! LEFT ME WITH NOTHING BUT A DAMN NOTE! HOW COULD YOU!” She roared. “YOU’RE LUCKY I DIDN’T TRACK YOU DOWN AND HUNT YOU MYSELF!”

At this point Tauriel was unsure if this was a dwarven custom or an assassination attempt. She turned to Kili for a sign, but her beloved just chuckled and shook his head. “I told him this would happen.”

But even in the face of her roarings Fili could feel nothing but joy when he saw his One, and so he grabbed her and held her tight. 

“I missed you too.”

The first prince felt so much happiness when he felt her eventually squeez him back. The smell of her hair, the tickle of her small beard, and the feel of her in his arms again was a dream come true. That is, until he felt her shoulders start to jerk, hearing a muffled sniffle.

“Moira?” He pulled her away so that he could see her face. “Moira what’s wrong?”

She wailed into his chest, her arms thrown over his shoulders. “Don’t you know how worried and scared I was for you?! You didn’t even let me say goodbye properly.” She sniffled into his chest, her voice breaking. “I didn’t even know if I would ever see you again!”

Fili patted Moira’s head gently, knowing her worries were not misplaced. It was no small miracle that they had all come out of their many battles alive and well. The prince was then silently glad he had not taken her on the journey, as he couldn’t imagine what he would’ve done, had something happened to her. “I know, I know. I’m sorry my love.”

“Don’t you dare ever do that to me again!” Moira started shaking Fili by the shoulders once more, the prince’s head almost almost threatening to fly off his shoulders.

“Fili.”

Fili stiffened as he heard his uncle use his ‘warning tone’. However, before the King Under the Mountain could say anything else the dwarrowdam shot him such a look that made him wonder if Smaug had a daughter. It was almost as if she spoke into his mind, making it clear that Thorin himself was the one who took Fili from her without a care and it would be a sin not forgotten and she would be damned if he ever tried to come close to separating them again she did not fear fire nor death nor the sword.

And so, as any wise king would have done, Thorin decided that he had had enough dragon fire for the week.

“You should take her inside, get her some food. Let her sit with us at the royal banquet table.”

Fili nodded grateful to his uncle, and tried to get up with Moira in his arms, who had stubbornly refused to let him go.

“Moira-“

“Promise you won’t ever leave me like that again.”

Fili’s heart tugged at her request, pulling up her face to his, and kissing the tears from her eyes. Their battle had been won, their quest had been fulfilled, and this one vow was one Fili could make, with all of his certainty and all of his love.

“I promise.”

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Secrets VI: Mothers in Law (Final Chapter)

Summary: Hvitserk is usually the quiet, mischievous brother. No one really knows what he does, or where he is half of the time, he’s usually an enigma. So what if the reason why….was not an it, but a who?

Secrets, Secrets II, Secrets III, Secrets IV, Secrets V

Hvitserk x Rumena (Mena for short) (OC)

The morning sun awoke Rumena with its gentle rays, and the feel of Hvitserk kissing up her legs was also a welcome pronouncement. “Morning.” She purred, to which Hvitserk returned her smile. “Good morning.”

Hvitserk continued his journey, kissing up Mena’s leg and her thigh. As he came close to her sex Rumena caressed his face, running her fingers through his hair. “Such a treat, and so early.” She sighed, moving her hips further down, so that Hvitserk’s arms came to circle under her thighs.

In truth, Hvitserk was still jaded from the previous day’s events, the thought of his brothers laying a hand on his woman-

Yes. His woman.

He sank his mouth into her sex hearing her broken moan, and lifted her hips so that his hands could cup her supple ass. Her warmth was always so inviting, her moans always so tempting, the way she would buck her hips begging for more.

Hvitserk’s possessiveness was getting the better of him, rocking her his to meet the rhythm of his inflections on her clit, making her squeal. He would be damned if any of this brothers tried to take Rumena away from him.

She brought shivers down his spine with the way her thighs spasmed around his ears, only able to hear her muffled cries of his name. He loved the way she tangled her fingers in his hair and rolled his head into her when she was close, Hvitserk making sure never to let up until he felt her cream on his tongue her orgasmic cries music to his ears. Yes, he loved their excursions, but it was more than that.

The way he wanted to take care of her, the way he looked forward every day to seeing her welcome him home. Hvitserk knew the night before, and the way Mena looked at him and kissed him with such fervour drew him over the edge.

He knew his heart belonged to her forever.

He drew himself up to her flushed face, covering them both in the bedfurs once more, trying to gather the courage to confess what he now knew. “Rumena, I-“

“Knock knock!”

The pair looked at each other quizzically, but before they could answer the door flung wide open, the first prince of Kattegat himself strolling in. “Morning little brother.” 

“Bjorn what the hell are you doing here again!” Hvitserk hissed, trying to make sure that Rumena was covered up. A cautious Ubbe followed in tow, trying to avert his eyes from the obviously dishevelled girl.

“And where’s the snake-y one.” Rumena said boldly.

Bjorn turned on his heels and cocked his head. “Snakey one?”

“The minx means me.” Ivar strode in, the final person in the party, making no effort to stab his crutch into the floorboards menacingly. Rumena noted now that at full height Ivar stood almost taller than Hvitserk, the youngest prince taking his place near the table to lean on.

“Oh! She doesn’t know who we are. Bad Hvitty.” Bjorn chuckled. “I am Bjorn son of Lagertha and Ragnar Lothbrok. That is Ubbe,” he then nodded in the direction of the snakey one.  “And the grumpy one is Ivar.”

“Again why are you here.” Hvitserk growled.

“We’re here because mother sent for you.” Ubbe sighed. “She heard, and now she wants to meet her.”

“Why is it any of her business.” Hvitserk scoffed.

“Well, technically she did come aboard a slave boat, as none of us remember her being on any other ship.” Ivar said. “So as a slave-“

“I am not a slave.” Mena stated, feeling Hvitserk’s arm pull protectively behind her back.

Bjorn interrupted. “That is not for you to decide, err-”

“My name is Rumena.”

“Slave or not, as a newcomer you need to be presented to the regent of this place, Rumena.” Ubbe folded his arms, finally daring a look at the girl. “You are a foreigner, a stranger here. And if you want to be accepted in this place, this is your chance.”

Rumena steeled a look at Hvitserk, who was still glaring at his brothers. But Rumena knew the older one had spoken the truth. Turning back to his brothers, she squeezed Hvitserk’s hand.

“We will come then.”

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It was hard not to feel the stares of everyone as she walked through the town. Some looked at her with disdain, others with curiosity, as to why such a being would be escorted by the princes of Kattegat. The only thing that kept her going was Hvitserk’s hand in hers, squeezing her reassuringly. She took comfort in Hvitserk, but was unsure what defence they had against a queen.

The doors of the hall were already open, and as she entered Mena marveled at the furs that covered the throne. And of course, the woman who sat upon it. Even sitting down Rumena could tell that she was quite tall, her features very angular. She was wearing a dark blue dress that contrasted with her firey hair, her wrists slender as they peeked out of the long embroidered sleeves.

She definitely looked regal. And Rumena was starting to realize how significant her relationship with Hvitserk might be.

Aslaug peered at the girl who entered alongside her son, her expression revealing neither disdain nor approval.

“What is your name, slave.”

“I am not a slave- your Highness.” Rumena said, slightly bowing.

Aslaug tipped her head ever so slightly to the right. “That is not what I asked.”

Rumena gulped, thequeen’s piercing glare icier than the winter’s chill. “Rumena.”

“And is it true, Rumena, that you came here from the raids on a slave boat, only to escape and attempt to find favour in my son’s arms?”

“No!” Rumena shouted, but the crowd had already begun to murmur. Her fists started to shake, knowing that the word of a foreigner might not have any weight here at all.

“That is a lie.” Rumena felt Hvitserk’s presence as he stood shoulder to shoulder with her, staring down his mother and his queen with no remorse.

“The ship that you were aboard belonged to King Harald. Therefore any and all slaves

aboard that ship were his property.” Aslaug smiled coldly at her son. “So as it stands, she is property of a King of a neighbouring land.”

“That is not fair!” Hvitserk barked.

“Well it is not like we have anyone here to vouch for the truth of your story.” Aslaug said bluntly.

“Yes there is.”

A soft but strong voice came from the entrance of the hall, revealing a quirky but very well-known couple, a pair that were known to be companions of Ragnar himself.

“Helga.” Rumena almost cried in relief seeing her friend.

“We will vouch for them. Wont we Floki?” Helga smiled at her husband, who giggled in return.

“Yes we will.” Floki gazed mischeviously at the throne before going into a curtsy. “Your highness.”

“As do I.”

Rumena saw the queen’s jaw instantly clench, as all turned to see who was in the doorway. The crowd instantly made way for the newcomer.

Lagertha (and an out of breath Bjorn) made their way through the hall towards the throne.

“Who is that?” Mena whispered.

“My stepmother and Bjorn’s mother.” Hvitserk whispered back. “It is a long story.”

“Welcome, Earl Ingstad.” Aslaug stood and clasped her hands. “What an unexpected surprise.” She smiled, although her voice made Rumena shiver.

Lagertha returned the gaze. “I came on the behest of my son, to told me of these two and their plight.” She nooded at Rumena and Hvitserk.

“Well I cannot see how it is any business of yours.” Aslaug laughed.

“Actually it is.” Lagertha cut off her chuckle sharply, taking one step towards the throne, her eyes lingering on the empty one beside. “You see, the residence in which Hvitserk and this girl have lived is within the borders of Hedeby.” Lagertha’s smile instantly faded. “Which makes it my business.”

Aslaug’s smile faded too, her bony fingers clenching the throne.

“As such,” Lagertha continued, turning around and walking back to the couple. “It is within my right and power, to deem this girl a free woman, as she always has been.”

She then  “If King Harald has any quam about a missing ‘slave’ that he never knew about to begin with, then he can answer to me.”

Rumena’s mouth dropped open at her smile, as did Hvtiserk’s, looking to Bjorn for some explanation, but his older brother just shrugged with his hands folded.

Lagertha spun around with a smug tug in her smile. “Does that suit you?”

“Are you done here then?” Aslaug maintained her poise, trying not to let her contempt show for the Earl.

Lagertha paused, before turning to Hvitserk. “I would also like to make a proposition to your son Hvitserk. That he become my personal messenger and an ambassador of Hedeby.” Gasps were heard all across the hall at that.

“Of course, having such an intermediary, will mean that I would not have to come myself.” Lagertha propositioned, knowing that Aslaug would rather see her counterpart as little as possible.

“I accept.” Hvitserk nodded hastily, stepping forward. “If it pleases the queen.”

Aslaug’s fingers thrummed on the armrests of the throne. She had hoped to be able to marry Hvitserk off to a neighbouring kingdoms’ daughter, or at least someone highborn. And she hated the idea of Lagertha outshining her in her own kingdom. But then she sighed, exasperated. “Do what you want.” She waved her arm dismissively at the gathering. The queen had neither the time nor energy to fight this battle.

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“How did your mother know about this?” Hvitserk whispered to his brother lowly.

“Ah well, I may or may not have owed her a visit. And when I told her it would be a chance to one-up your mother, well she was one her horse halfway here.” Bjorn laughed.

“Brother, I don’t know how to thank you.” Hvitserk shook his head.

Bjorn scoffed, shrugging his shoulders before putting his arms around both Rumena and Hvitserk. “It is the least we can do after giving your woman such a scare. Especially when the snakey one doesn’t apologize.”

Lagertha smiled at the trio. “You know you two are welcome in Hedeby any time.”

Rumena took a chance and smiled at the older woman. “Thank you very much.” She then turned to Hvitserk, grabbed his face and kissed him with all of her might, a couple of villagers whistling at the sight.

She felt Hvitserk’s strong arms encircle her as she pulled back. “I love you, Viseka.”

Hvitserk’s shock turned into a grin as he picked her up and whipped her around. “I love you too Rumena!” He shouted, not caring who heard or what they thought. All that mattered was her.

“Earl Ingstad!” Hvitserk called out, Lagertha turning quizzically to him.

Hvitserk then held Rumena’s face in his hands. “I would like us to be married.” He grinned. “If Rumena accepts.”

“Yes. Yes. Yes. Yes!” Rumena cried, pulling him into her arms once more.

“Always yes.”

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FairyTale Fic #3: Three Nights (Three Wishes - Genie)

Author’s Note/Summary: This one was very spontaneous, and a VERY loose interpretation of a boy being granted three wishes by his ‘genie’.

**SMUT WARNING**

Reader x Ubbe

On the first night he wished to remind her...

You sighed. The sun was turning from light into dusk, and to the rest of the town that signified the winding down of the day. But for you and the rest of the brothel, it only marked the beginning of your work day. You passed many a scantily clad girl down the hallway as you all readied yourself for the night, most of them only looking to fix their hair and makeup rather than clothe themselves.

The girls all had their own rooms separate from the ‘workrooms’ as you called them, which were hidden down a long hallway behind a curtain of red silk that led to the front of the shop, where couches and benches draped in furs decorated the front of the room, both for customers and sometimes those who liked to be seen during their excursions.

You worked in a brothel south of Hedeby, close enough to port that you had many different clientele pass through the doors, looking for a taste of the foreign, the exotic. And for them you were both, with your almond tan skin and dark loose curls, your appearance was an eye catcher, which is why the Madam made you work Front of House most nights. With flimsy sleeves that fell past your shoulders, a black cotton corset that supported your bosom and gave way to an almost sheer skirt down to your ankles, you were more than a little feast for the wandering eye.

Unlatching the front door you turned and started to light a fire, determined to get it going before the Madam could scold you. However, you heard the solid creak of the front door open and heavy, determined footsteps enter the shop.

What an eager customer, you grumbled. “Welcome sir, how can I help you-“

“Y/N.”

Your breath caught in your throat as you turned. Four years. Four years since you’d laid eyes on one another. Three years since he left Kattegat. Two years since you had heard he and his brother had taken the foreign lands. And a lifetime since you had uttered his name.

“Ubbe.”

“What are you doing here?” The shock turned to recognition as to where you both were standing.

Unable to meet his eyes you paced around the room, straightening things that didn’t need to be straightened, fluffing furs all the while still feeling his intense gaze on you.

“Oh what would you care,” you scoffed. “Family fell into disrepair. My father broke his leg while hunting and thus become a drunkard who owed money to half the village. And so now I’m here, working off the debt.”

“Working as…?”

You turned around and raised an eyebrow. “ Um, take a look around Ubbe I would think it pretty obvious.”

Darkness swirled in the prince’s eyes. “Why did you never send word, if I had known-“

“You would what.” You hissed, finally turning around. “What would you have done Ubbe. I don’t expect much from a boy who went on a killing crusade without so much as a glance back-“

At me.

Those were the two words you willed yourself not to say, but he knew. You both knew. His face looked pained, knowing he couldn’t refute what you said. The silence of four years hanging between you.

And so he should regret. You thought. For the second in line to Kattegat’s throne had left you with nothing but bitterness and vengeance.

“You don’t need to worry Ubbe, I’ve channelled most of my resentment into my work. It seems its made me quite popular, so you could say I’m doing well for myself.” You licked your tongue playfully, and you swore you could see his jaw clench underneath his beard.

You looked past him at the dying daylight through and shoved past him, sparking the flint left at the window, lighting a candle that signaled you were open for business.

Ubbe let his eyes wander to your figure as you turned back to him, the thin fabric of your skirt leaving nothing to the imagination as it curved softly with your ass. He watched you tuck a stray curl behind your ear as you fed the flame with a soft blow of your supple lips. Your hazel eyes glowing in the small light, revealing them to be pools of dark honey amber.

Brushing back past him you tried to set your mind into work. “Well enough about me. Since you’re here I’m guessing that you want company for the night.”

“Y/N I-“

“I’ll call the madam for you. I’m sure someone like Tirza would do well for you.” already walking away. Leaving a smoldering prince in your wake.

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In your room you removed most of your undergarments. You knew your regular Rohin usually came on Tuesday nights and he didn’t like to waste time. Checking the few candles that were in the room were secure you started to braid your hair up, knowing he liked it when it became dishevelled in your rough throes. Rohan was definitely not unattractive, and you had hoped he would help take your mind of the ghost of your past.

You heard the familiar creak of your door and the echo of footsteps after it as it squeaked shut. You continued to sit by the bedside table, undeterred by your intruder. “A bit early aren’t we Rohan?”

“Is that who you’re prettying up for.”

Instantly you swiveled on your heels to come face to face with Ubbe, removing his shoes and kicking them towards you. He seemed pleased with your reaction, your beguilement too late to cover up. “Don’t stop just for me, although I’ve always preferred your hair down.”

“How did you-“

“Well it is like you said, I am a man in need of company,” he smirked, his eyes snaking down your thinly veiled dress. “And after you boasted about your skills, how could I not be enticed into trying your services.”

“Well then… sir.” Trying to keep your voice even, trying to go into work mode, trying not to feel like prey in a wolf’s clutches. “How would you like this to go?”

“Oh you know how I like it.” He growled, slowly winding his arms around your waist and resting his head in the crook of your neck. “Or has it been so long that you’ve forgotten?”

“Maybe you were never long enough to remember.” You snark back, but you tried to bite back a moan as Ubbe’s fingers dived between your legs through your skirt, your own pussy starting to soak through the fabric.

“Liar.” He chuckled darkly.

In one swift move he pulled you onto the bed as his back was leant up against the bedframe and yourself trapped within his mighty hold. In one swift motion he pulled your dress up and off your body, wasting no time delving back between your thighs with one hand tweaking your nipple, leaving you helpless against his touch.

You gasped as his thick fingers entered you, leaving you gasping for breath. Your back arched as he curled his fingers into your sweet spot, grinding your ass onto his hardened member. “Still as tight as ever I see.” Ubbe panted through gritted teeth, his hand moving from your breast to your hip, pulling you tighter against him so you could feel his member between your cheeks.

You could do nothing but moan, one of your hands reaching behind you to his face, the other hand to his muscled thigh, tugging down at the fabric.

“Eager aren’t we.” His breath was heavy with lust, and he wasted no time stripping his shirt and pants, still holding you in place. You tried to wiggle free to face him but he didn’t let you, only lifting your hips and leaning you against his muscled chest so he could angle himself between your folds.

Both of you groaned at the teasing, your toes curling as Ubbe’s thick member rubbed against your swollen clit. He moved your legs over his so you were spread wide for him. You couldn’t keep your eyes from rolling into your head as he entered you, Ubbe just as thick as you remembered.

You felt his fingertips grip your hips mercilessly, Ubbe hissing through his teeth. “By all that is war and blood Valhalla could not make me feel this good.”

Ubbe once again wrapped one hand around your torso, squeezing your breast as the other hand kept a rhythm on your hip.

“Fuck, oh fuck, oh fuck.” When your mouth wasn’t sucking on Ubbe’s fingers it was whispering incoherent cursings into the air, your mind becoming clouded with lust as Ubbe continued to thrust up into you. His pace slowly but surely became maddening, remembering how you liked it rough.

“Go ahead.” He grunted, sinking his mouth into your neck. “You can imagine anyone you want in this.” He snarled as you met his eyes. “But just know that its me who’s filling you. Its me who’s owning you. Its me you belong to.”

All of a sudden your body betrayed you as you screamed in ecstasy, Ubbe’s thrusts now becoming slower and harder, drawing every last euphoric pulse out of you. You whimpered as Ubbe continued to pound your sensitive pussy, until finally he came, moaning in your hair and squeezing your breasts.

“Long enough for you?” Ubbe snarked, but his gaze softened as he saw you had already succumbed to slumber, brushing a stray curl tenderly from your cheek. Silently he popped out of you, earning him a soft grunt from your sleepy mouth as he lay you on your side. Even in your dreamlike state you felt the warm covers envelop you, and strong hands snake around your waste as you feel him tuck you into his arms like he would never let you go.

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In a few hours Ubbe expected to wake to your sleeping, sated body. But instead he was greeted with the image of you buttoning the front of your thin dress.

“Where do you think you’re going?”

You froze, wanting to ignore that soft longing hidden in his gruff tone. “You got what you paid for Ubbe.”

Despite everything your body craved, everything you felt, the feelings you had buried in your heart for so long couldn’t rise now.

Ubbe could have your body, but he couldn’t have your heart.

“What do you mean I paid for the next three nights.”

You froze in your tracks and swivelled back to him with an alarmed smile and widened eyes. “Say… what now??” You almost shrieked.

“Go and ask your madam if you want.” Ubbe patted the furs next to him. “Your ass is mine so you might want to get comfortable.”

You dropped your mouth, your belongings, and your hope of escaping your blue eyed torment onto the floor as you stared at him in disbelief.

Oh you’ve got to be kidding me.

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