Imagines

Imagine Bickering with Thorin Then Having Great Make Up Sex

I am not happy with the sexy times that I wrote. Or the ending really. I just couldn't get into the groove I guess. The next one will be better! Promise!

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You refuse to even look at him, he towers over you, and the rest of the company tries their best to shrink out of sight – Bilbo trying the hardest. This argument would be one for the books for sure! Thorin was being totally and completely unreasonable and you voiced that to him many, many times but it apparently fell on deaf ears. Rolling your eyes, you do your absolute best to ignore his bellyaching but he was having none of it. The lot of you were in the middle of a common room, for goodness sake! The least any of you could do was keep the screaming down. But no.

Since the company arrived in Laketown, all you and Thorin did was fight and bicker. He’s been on edge for a while and he only got worse when the group got closer and closer to the mountain. At first you perfectly understood his nerves and let Thorin have his space, but then he started taking out his frustrations on you.

“Are you even listening to me?” He roars, snapping you out of your thoughts. You roll your eyes so far back into your skull that you could practically see your own brain.

“No, actually. But then again you weren’t listening to me either, so I guess we’re even, aren’t we?” You give him a sugar sweet smile, which only fuels the fire even more.

“You know what your problem is?”  

“Oh, please! Enlighten me my wise king, because I clearly missed it! Please. Tell me. What exactly is my problem?” The company silently prays that Thorin wont’t answer your question and would just walk away…or better yet, apologize. A collective cringe sweeps over the group of dwarves and poor Bilbo as Thorin, all too happily, tells you exactly what he feels about you.

“For the time that you have travelled with us, you’ve been nothing but dead weight!” A small gasp leaves your lips but Thorin isn’t finished yet. “In fact, the only thing you’ve been good for has been spreading your legs for me. And even then you just lay there! I would be better off paying a whore!” By the time he’s finished, hot tears stream down your cheeks and the whole company, besides Bilbo, Balin, and his nephews, have cleared out of the room. You glare at Thoin, still crying and trembling and feeling humiliated. Lifting your hand, you angrily wipe away your tears and straighten up as best you could.

“Is that really what you think, Thorin? Even after all of the times you told me that you loved me, that you wanted me as your queen, as the mother of your children…you really think that?” The crack in your voice makes Thorin avert his gaze and turn towards the window. “I know the times we were together weren’t just meaningless fucks, Thorin. You know that too.” He winces at the poison in your voice when that word leaves your lips. You were right, those nights were more than just you and him fucking like animals…but he decided throw that all away with the things he said. “But if you really think that. If you really think that I’m dead weight and nothing but a bed warmer, then I’ll take my leave.” You quickly make your way to the chair where you hung your cloak and start towards the door. Bilbo calls for you and you stop for just a moment.

“Please…please don’t go,” Bilbo pleads with you. You look at your friend and give him a sad smile.

“I’m sorry Bilbo…good luck, my friend.” Your gaze shoots up to Thorin, who’s back is still turned to you. “And good luck to you as well, your majesty,” poison drips from your words as you slowly turn away from him and leave, tears streaming down you face.

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You find yourself on a sandy shore a little ways away from Laketown. You hunker down by a small fire you built and bring your knees up to your chest. A few stray tears find their way out of your eyes but you quickly wipe them away.