#nathudurin

[limulekhozoh]

𝔫𝔬𝔫 𝔳𝔢𝔯𝔟𝔞𝔩 𝔰𝔱𝔞𝔯𝔱𝔢𝔯𝔰     ↪ “ kiss “ - @nathudurin​

kiss a kiss on the cheek, knuckles, forehead, in their hair.

----- “ OH, MUM, “ he slides out of her arms. the festival spurs around him, drunken dwarrows laughing at his reaction. at home, he would love nothing more than sitting with his mother and having a chat. but a smooch in front of his cousins? she almost spilled his ale.      “ they are all going to call me a mummy’s boy now. “

[zirizant]

@nathudurin asked:   "Don’t you dare speak to me like that."

          the dwarrow takes a step back from his irate mother,  palms upturned in the universal sign of  surrender.     he hadn’t meant to raise his voice ;   perhaps the mantle of  FUTURE KING  he wears had allowed him to get a  big head.     leave it to  DÍS  to put him in his place.

                    ❝           e-easy,  amad ;   i meant no offense, ❞  he responds quietly,  stumbling over his words as though he were once more a  wee pebble  caught with his fist in the biscuit jar.     ❝ i’m just not sure if  this quest  of uncle’s will bear any  fruit.     I know it was yer  HOMELAND,  but—... ❞

[murkhith]

“I’ve never been so glad to see anyone in my life.”

“Ma,” the young dwarf struggled to push himself up from the bed, but gave up as soon as his abdomen screamed in protest. Instead he laid back down, a thin layer of sweat covering his face but a smile remaining on his lips. He had not seen his mother since he had joined his uncle for the journey, and during the last minutes of the war he had been sure he would never see her again.

“When did you get here? I thought your caravan would arrive in a months time.”

[luzun-amral-blog]

¤ ((Playful lil sis kisses obvs))

-- - “Hey, not in front of my friends-” he groaned as his little sister smushed her lips against his cheek. His cheeks went a bit red, and he looked away. 

[sanaskad]

[text] No. You’re getting a Viking funeral and I’m pawning your shit.

TFLN

[text] A solid plan, I’d say[text] Take that money and buy yourself something pretty[text] I want to make sure my sacrifice wasn’t in vain.

[sanaskad]

♟ (You can ignore me if you like!)

Nonsexual acts of Intimacy - Patching up a wound

          “‘s fine.”

   Just a scratch, nothing more.  He’d had survived much worse over the course of his…career.  On countless occasions, Nori had found the business end of a weapon embedded in his flesh, twisting and ripping until the aftermath left him with the nearly impossible task of carting his sorry hide home.  Or to a healer, whichever he could find first.  He’d feared for his life more than he cared to remember, and still he had pulled through.  Exact details on how he’d managed such a feat, who could say for sure.  A mystery, that was, but he certainly wasn’t complaining about it.

   But this — this was nothing more than a scrape.  It probably looked far worse than it actually was.  Surely the worst that would come of it had already happened, when the blood had seeped into his eye and every little twitch of his brow worsened the constant sting clinging beneath his skin.  It was thin, and deep, but it was hardly worth fussing over, where Nori was concerned.  A scratch wouldn’t kill him…

                 …as far as he knew, anyway.                            It would kind of figure that something so small would be the thing to finally do him in.

   Ah, but perhaps he would be spared such a cruel, humiliating fate, as this time he had help precisely when he’d needed it.  A lass he recognized, vaguely — perhaps he’d seen her in the markets or something of that sort — who had turned the corner in the same moment Nori had, as the thief slipped away from a rather…unsightly scene.  He expected a fuss, or the usual brush-off he received from other passing patrons — he was a stranger to most of them, and a criminal to the rest; why would they raise a finger to help him?  

             . That was simply the way of things, in his mind.   Naturally, when she’d offered assistance instead, he’d held his fair share of doubt — and surprise.

Since the thief had given his reluctant agreement, that obnoxious sting had disappeared under the dam’s ministrations.  A fact he was more than grateful for, as it was starting to make his eye throb right along with it.  However, her insistent poking and prodding seemed to be doing more harm than good.  

                             It hurt, dammit!  And Nori’s patience with it all had long since run thin.

 “I — oi!”  And interrupted complaint, followed by a hand raised to swat at her own.  Anything to get them away, if only for a little while.  ”It’s fine!  Just…jus’ stop touchin’ it!”

[orophae]

nathudurin answered your ask “Little thing”

-- -- He looked down to the little dwarf child, like a great heron peering down at a chickadee. He may not like dwarves, in fact, he may hate them, but their children were not yet so corrupt by their own ways. If they were, Oropher had yet to see this within a dwarven child. -- "I am tall because I am not one of your kind, young one. I am elven." -- He explained, great care and softness in his gentle voice.                         -- "I have been given a very long time to grow." -- 

[swxrdandshield-blog]

[Text: Simba]:You were yelling at the cops across the street saying they were at the wrong party.

[text: momster] who told you that?[text: momster] because it definitely wasn’t me[text: momster] i’m definitely the good child