Lotr AU where price is beorn the bear shifter and you stumbled into middle earth through some portal- (bear with me, it doesn’t need to make sense, it needs to make me horny) only to wake up completely naked in the woods.
Only the woods look like nothing you’ve ever seen. You make your way through the brush, bleeding from copious cuts the thorns and branches have given you. You reach the edge at nightfall. You can see a clearing in front of you, maybe a five minute walk. And you can see smoke.
But oh no. He’s right behind you, isn’t he?
You feel it before you have the mind to look behind you and you run before your brain has caught up on moving your legs.
Stumbling and panicked you make a dash for it, hearing loud, grunting breaths behind you.
But you can also see a cottage now. A cottage with a door.
By the grace of your adrenaline rush, you make it over the fence and through the (mercifully unlocked) door, slamming it behind you immediately before you catch a look of what has been chasing you.
There’s? Animals? Everywhere?
Two cows, copious amounts of birds, a donkey, a few cats and a pack of dogs look back at your naked, heaving form with big, curious eyes. No other human though.
The dogs slowly, menacingly, walk over to you. Great.
Escaped one threat just to run into the next. The dog closest to you looks like a livestock guardian, the two on his heel look suspiciously like a border collie and a malinois. Any responsible dog owners nightmare, you think dimly.
“Please don’t eat me, I swear I won’t hurt you.”
Talking to them seems like the natural next step on your “how to not get mauled to death” to do list. Questioning where the fuck the owner of this cottage must be is far below it, but you really, really wish someone were here to call off their mutts.
You brace for the worst, when the big dog reaches you. He’s sniffing. Intently.
He must be smelling the blood, you think, back still pressed to the door. You register at that moment that the second you stepped into the cottage, whatever was out to make you it’s dinner tonight had apparently not found your chubby ass worth the hassle of breaking down said door to devour you.
The other two dogs approached, noses equally as curious.
Nothing else happened. No teeth snapped, no growls started.
“Good boys.” You coo. A bit shaky. It probably sounds more like a sob. “Or are you boys? I don’t know.” You exhale hard.
Your life flashes before your eyes, when the malinois suddenly jumps up your frame- but he’s only licking. He’s giving you kisses.
Well, you have to pet him now.
The evening continuous with the marvelous discovery of a fire place that has so much wood in it that it should keep you warm for the night. And there’s a bed with thick furs. And the dogs do not maul you.
Falling asleep shouldn’t be so easy. Not when the owner is bound to come back to their cottage. Not when they will find you in their bed.
But there’s three dogs laid out around you. And they haven’t mauled you, so they probably just think you’re another curiously soft animal they need to protect. And that’s enough to lull you to sleep.
When you wake up, there’s a very hairy, very naked and very, very big man standing over you.
