Hot crossed buns- DwalinxReader

Dances with axes

Y/N sat on her usual step of the training grounds, sharpening her brothers axes with a small smile on her face. This little plan would work, not as elaborate as Bofurs but it would show Dwalin she was still interested, she forgave him the second she saw the book. All the heartbreak and pain forgotten in the knowledge Dwalin loved her, in the knowledge that he was letting his doubt and anxieties get the best of him. That would change.

You had fed quite a few of the training soldiers, as well as Fili, Kili and Tauriel. You had brought buns, pastries and pies, all manner of things to show them you were in higher spirits. A blackberry pie sat ready for Thorin in a small box, a thank you for all the help he has given you. You had Dwalin's box clearly marked with a note next to Thorins.

A crash and some muffled arguing brought you back to the present, to the doors opening and Thorin pushing your love through not so gently. Dwalin faltered when he saw you, shooting a pleading look to Thorin who simply shook his head and told him to grab his axes lest he has no balls to fight you. That did it, the next moment Dwalin had grabbed Grasper and Keeper from Kili, stood in the middle of the room and took his stance. His face that gorgeous shade of pink again as his eyes met yours, he opened his mouth to apologise but you waved it away with your hand. He had apologised enough. He reset his stance and nodded in understanding. Bingo!

Standing up you took your stance opposite him and spoke the challenge.

"First to be pinned or tap will win. I know what prize I seek, what do you get if you win though my mighty Fudinson?"

"A bet? Y/N really you want to bet? The first time we have properly seen nay spoken to eachother in months and ya want tah bet?" his voice rumbled as his accent came through, you nodded happily and he laughed with just as much enthusiasm. This was working. His deep bellowing laugh brought a genuine smile to your features, you could listen to his laugh forever. You really did love him... your One. Raising your borrowed axe you pointed it at him and issued your stakes.

"I win I want first dance with you tomorrow Fudinson!" The seasoned warrior chuckled and flashed you an oh so handsome toothy grin.

"Alright, I owe you that, but if I win miss Y/N then you owe me free hot cross buns for life and don't think I haven't seen that box with my name on, if I win I want that too!" A fun deal you thought, squaring your feet you agreed, the fight begins now.

Everyone had bets going as the duel wore on, blocking Dwalin left and right you were thoroughly kicking his ass. He was surprised at how much fighting memory you retained in your years after quitting the guard. He had met you many years before, a dwarfling who showed promise with axe and sword, but it was a refused position as being a Dam you were too precious to lose in battle. Then you came back when searching for a job to be a bodyguard to Dis, again it was refused but you kept training there until the bakery became more important, your parents failing health taking up the time. Your last day training was the day they returned to the stone, the bakery yours since. Dwalin remembered, oh he remembered you and visited the bakery shortly after, where he truly met you. While reminiscing he saw an opening.

Dwalin disarmed you of you brothers axe, so you tackled him to the ground, grabbing his arms you kicked Grasper and Keeper away. Flipping you over Dwalin put you in an arm bar and tried to make you tap, an old favourite in his wrestling training. 15 seconds and the pain would be too much! You knew how to rectify the situation... 12.....11, the others were situated behind you.... 9......8, so you turned your face to Dwalins 7.....6. His was in the crook of your neck trying to force the tap, distracted you kissed his cheek, soft and gentle lips against his roughened skin, making his hold loosen enough for you to flip his arm and put him in the same hold. Dwalin whined when the heat of your face left his, like extinguishing a fire in the winter. It didn't take long for him to tap out, blushing furiously at his loss.