A Sacrifice To Save You

Sarcasm doesn't suit you

Flying higher above the ground, Myra enjoyed the feeling of freedom. Whining, the biting wind grabbed Thorin mercilessly as if it was jealous for the two of them, causing the king to tighten his hold on one of Myra's spike.

For him, the land he called home wasn't the same anymore. All of a sudden it was larger and smaller at the same time than the small king under the mountain could ever imagine. Although he had been with Myra before, she never had flown this high him sitting on her back. Looking down everything seemed to so perfectly in order.

Soring even higher and further away, Erebor vanished into the distance and Middle-Earth spread beneath them like a multicolored cape.

Thorin didn't sense the time flowing forward, he saw more with one glance than he had ever seen in his lifetime. The hilly terrain reached as far as the eye could see, even the mountains seemed so long, like a never-ending serpent traveling across the lands.

Usually, quick-witted Thorin was speechless as he took in the world he was living in. The great river glistened like the stars, that flowed in their own dark cape, so very far and yet so near Thorin felt like he could reach out and pick one to his hand. Those same friendly stars that guided his people to safety when Smaug attacked Erebor, those same stars that offered him comfort when he lost his brother, his grandfather and his father. Those same stars he and Myra liked to gaze at while on the journey to win back his homeland.

Thorin could feel a single tear roll on his cheek because of the sheer emotion all this made him feel. It was like Myra was assuring him everything was going to alright. No matter what would happen, she would stay right beside him, defend his people, protect them and keep them safe. Glancing at the colossal cobalt blue dragon underneath him, he felt her every muscle working under her diamond hard scales while taming the wild winds under her command, her steady heartbeat between his thighs and her strong breathing. Nothing could harm her, she might be over 6500 years old but she was still in her prime and with her, Thorin felt like he could do anything.

"I can finally understand why you like to be in your dragon form rather than human's," Thorin chuckled quietly lifting his gaze back to the horizon. A slow smile formed on Myra's face as she blinked letting out a purr.

"This is where I truly feel like myself, I'm free to do anything I want, go anywhere I want or just be here and enjoy the company of the wind," Myra hummed, a low rumble escaping from her chest that vibrated through her body and Thorin could feel it on his legs.

"I don't blame you," he whispered ache gripping his heart when he realized Myra had given up her ultimate freedom to be with him and it made him feel guilty.

"What's going on? You sound so sad all the sudden?" Myra frowned turning to look over her shoulder meeting Thorin's gaze. What she saw in his eyes shook her very core. It was something she hasn't seen a long time, not since Dain nearly managed to kill her and she sunk under the icy water while Thorin cried his pain watching her slipping away from him.

"Oh nothing, this view just got to me, the world is much bigger than I ever imagined it would be," Thorin gave her assuring smile but Myra wasn't sure if she believed him.

"Honestly, I am alright," Thorin said again as if reading her mind. Myra blew air from her nostrils clearly not satisfied with his answer but didn't push it this time.

"Let's head back, you need your sleep and I could use some rest too," Myra stated not waiting for his answer as she circled around heading toward the Lonely Mountain but Thorin agreed to it nevertheless. He felt rather tired and sleep sounded like a good plan.

***

Thorin was sitting at his study on the next day, feeling refreshed. Last night when he and Myra had come back from the flight, Thorin nearly crashed his bed fully clothed but Myra had insisted he stripped before going to sleep. Thorin complied but making sure Myra knew he wasn't happy as he wanted to sleep and stripping down felt like such a waste of time earning a chuckle and statement Thorin sounded like a toddler not wanting to do something. She received an icy glare from him and mumble how she needed to learn how to address a royalty but Myra merely laughed ushering his royal ass to bed.

Smiling to himself as he remembered that little moment Thorin tried to focus on his kingly duties when there was a commotion outside his chambers. Lifting his eyes from the parchment he was currently reading so he could sign it, Thorin heard hurried heavy footsteps and thick accent shouting something no noble dwarf should ever say out loud.

Sighing he leaned back on his armchair dropping the parchment onto his desk and placed the quill back to the inkpot. Thorin knew to whom that voice belonged to and wiping his face he rested his chin on his hand waiting for his cousin to burst in without an invitation.

Sure enough, Dain pushed the double doors wide open unceremonial way and walked right in Thorin's study.

"I hope you know why I'm here," Dain spoke sitting down into the chair on the other side of Thorin's desk. Thorin raised his brow saying nothing, merely caressing his trimmed beard while looking at Dain sideways. He knew exactly why his cousin decided to disturb him so early and not even apologize for it.

"I'm guessing it has something to do with last night?" Thorin finally said as Dain clearly waited for him to say something.

"Bloody yes, it has everything to do with last night! What were you thinking?! We were worried! I came to you as I wanted to talk to you about the training but you weren't in your chambers! Even the guards hadn't seen you!" Dain huffed spreading his arms glaring at Thorin whose frown was getting deeper.

"I needed some extra training, so I asked Myra to help me with that. It's not like I need your permission to go out training with my queen," Thorin spoke feeling little irritated by the fact how Dain was talking to him.

"Well, how did I know you would sneak off to train with a lizard you find sexy, rather than your own kin,"

Thorin rolled his eyes leaning forward taking the parchment on the desk in his hands starting to re-reading it.

"Your sarcasm is not only unnecessary but unwanted,"  Thorin said lowly as he reached the quill signing the parchment without looking at Dain.

"I wasn't been sarcastic," Dain huffed crossing his arms earning a glance from Thorin.

"Sure sounded like it,"

"Take it how you want it, I'm telling you nothing good comes out training with a dragon. you don't know their true nature until it is too late,"

"I'm not sure I like what you imply cousin. Be careful with your next words, I might take them as treason against the crown and we both know how that went last time," Thorin pointed at Dain who fell silent and swallowed thickly. He remembered all too well, what happened the last time he dared defy Thorin's orders.

"I just wanted you to know I was worried," Dain muttered casting his eyes away from Thorin. He didn't want to challenge Thorin the second time.

"Duly noted,"

"Good," Dain stood up and went toward the door when he realized something and turned to look at Thorin who was already focusing on the pile of parchments that needed his attention.

"Where's Myra, by the way?"

Glancing up briefly, Thorin met Dain's gaze before lowering his eyes back to the desk.

"Sleeping,"

Saying nothing Dain turned on his heels and walked out the study closing the doors behind him.

After hearing the doors being closed, Thorin straightened himself turning his eyes on the door while tapping the surface with the quill. He didn't like the way Dain had asked where she was.