Daffodils, Daisys, and Drinks ((Bagginsheild AU))

Two

  Bilbo couldn't stop thinking of the dwarf who had barged into the flower shop last night, looking like he was going to tear shit up. Then he just.. left? It clicked in Bilbo a little while after, that the dwarf was in fact Thorin Oakensheild. Owner of that dreadful bar, but something about him made the bar less dreadful.

  The halfling had made up his mind to go over to the bar at its opening hour and try and see him, something just stuck with him about the dwarf. The bar didn't open until late, 10..? The halfling thought. So he wasted his day in the shop behind the business counter, talking to odd customers.

  The customers were of an off variety today as Bilbo observed, and he couldn't help but grin at the man in the trench coat who walked in beside some other man in a leather jacket. The two were arguing about a moose and some hunting trip, and Bilbo frankly found it quite hilarious.

  The last customer of the day was a dwarvish fellow, brunette hair and a scruffy beard. He asked for a single pink rose for a friend, 'Lumerian' is what I think he said it was. He gave a soft smile and started to conversate with me. "So, mister..?"

  "Its Baggins, Bilbo Baggins." I forced a soft smile at the dwarf, he looked a bit like Thorin.

  The dwarf gave a smile back as I handed him the rose. "Kili. I hope to see you around, you're the only person to ever just conversate with me without flirting."

  Bilbo shook his head and let out a much needed chuckle, "You really are a nice guy, but there's someone else." The hobbit blushed, he didn't have anyone.. was he subconsciously referring to Thorin? Oh shit..

  Kili nodded, "I'll see you around, master Baggins." And on that note he left the shop.

  Thorin paced around his office thinking of if he should keep the music on the down low from now on, for the halfling of course. Thorin did a double take at his thoughts, "What?" He exclaimed aloud. He shouldn't give a fuck about the hobbit, but he did. What was this supposed to mean?

  Thorin had never questioned his heterosexuality, but this short curly haired halfling wouldn't leave his thoughts. He wanted to bang his face against the wall to get him out of his mind but it was extremely difficult. Maybe he could go to the flower shop to see Bilbo, just this once of course.

  Thorin walked outside into the cold night air, it was a bit colder than the night before. He stomped over to 'Bag-End', wondering why his hands were sweating. 'Thorin you fuck, get your head in the game. He's a fucking Hobbit for fucks sake.'

  As Thorin was lost in thought Bilbo ran smack into the dwarf. He tried to mutter an apology, but Bilbo opened his eyes and saw it was Thorin it was like all of his words just flew away and turned into the butterflies in his stomach.

  Thorin was kindof having the same problem, but he snapped out of it and spoke. "Hello, Bilbo. Just the Hobbit I wanted to see." He tried to hide the grin that twitched at his mouth.

  "Ah-I-h-er-eh-uh..." Bilbo stuttered. "Why?" He managed to choke out, forcing back the blush he felt rising.

  Thorin shrugged, "I came to say hello, as before. And I also came to apologize about knocking that plant over with the door last night."

  Bilbo regained his normal self control, minus the pink tint on his cheeks. "Oh, yeah! That's quite alright. And also, urr.. hello. Yes, Hello!" The shorter of the two chuckled, "I was just about to go to the bar to.." to see you. He thought, but then continued with "to get a drink."

  Thorin raised a thick brow, "I wasn't aware you drank, you seem like more of the sober type." He observed the hobbit closely.

  "I cant say the same about you." Bilbo said, quickly regretting his words. Shit. "Th-thats not what I meant I just.." he choked up again, causing the dwarf to laugh quite hard.

  He shook his head and gingerly put a hand on Bilbos shoulder, "I know you didn't mean it in a bad way." The feel of Thorin's strong hands clutching his shoulder made Bilbo blush again. although he tried to push the heat away it refused to sink.

  As soon as Thorin saw Bilbos red face he quickly jerked away. As he was observing the hobbit he also realized that he was shivering, it then hit him that they  were standing out in the cold. Thorin quickly spoke up, "So if you were going to, yaknow, go get a drink.. maybe I could accompany you?" He asked, trying to hide the raw hope that he spoke with.

  Bilbo finally seemed to swallow the lump in his throat before smiling a bit. "Are you asking me on a-"

  Thorin was the one to blush this time, "I-I" he cleared his throat as he interrupted Bilbo just before he uttered the word date. "It can be, Although I'm not sure if men lay with other men in the hobbit species.." Thorin pushed his blush away.

  Bilbo had finally calmed down, "Well, Hobbits can. But a hobbit laying with a dwarf or even befriending a Dwarf of any kind is frowned upon. Too bad I don't give a fuck." Bilbo then erupted into laughter, followed by Thorin's deep chuckle. The hobbit could officially admit that this Dwarf made him feel something, and it was good.

  Although this was a fast thing for the both of them, it was just one date. What could happen? A few drinks? Small talk? This was going to be nice, its like the worst is behind them.

Bilbos Point Of View (POV)

  I walked into the bar beside Thorin, occasionally looking up at him. Did I just agree to a date? With a dwarf? Not just a dwarf but a Male dwarf? Maybe I did need a drink. I didn't ever consider homosexuality, the closest I had been was when all of the others would call me a faggot because I liked flowers. 'Cabbagewanks.' I muttered under my breath at the sudden memory.

  Thorin stiffened and looked down at me, causing my heart to thumpthumpthump so hard it felt like it was going to bust my ribcage. What was it about this dwarf that made me feel so.. feminine? "Bilbo, you alright? You just said cabbagewank. I've heard some weird ass slang but cabbagewank? And I thought assbutt was weird."

  I laughed so hard that I snorted, then I remembered the man in the trenchcoat from the shop today had called the other one an assbutt. "Where have you heard assbutt before?" I asked, curious about the men arguing about some moose and a hunting trip.

  "These three guys come into the bar a lot, total dumbasses if you ask me. Well except the one in the trenchcoat. Cas I think it is, his grammar is quite sophisticated.. well, other than assbutt. They're a weird three, and the tallest one is always making gagging sounds when the others get too close. Its his gaydar." Thorin explained.

  The use of the term, 'gaydar' made me laugh even harder as Thorin guided me over to the bar.. inside the bar? Don't look at me, I'm new to this. Never had a drink in my life. I shook the thought from my head, my head legitimately swishing back and forth violently in a sense. A curl fell into my eye, and I looked down to fix it, and when I looked back up I was greeted with a familiar face. "Baggins!" Kili exclaimed happily.

  I smiled, "Kili. Good to see you again."

  Thorin looked confused at Kili and I, "So I assume you two have met?" And I just nodded, pointing out the door. He got the hint that I was talking about the flower shop.

  When I looked to my left I happened to see another halfling, practically eye fucking Kili. 'Lumerian' I said to myself, making a mental note in my mind palace. I then realized something, I was hungry. As a hobbit I'm always hungry, but I skipped second breakfast this morning. "Lovely." I grumbled, getting a sincere look from Thorin .

  "You alright Burglar?" He asked with concern.

  I raised a brow, "Im peachy- now hold on. Burglar?"

  Thorin just shrugged his broad shoulders, "You've stolen many things from me." I looked at him intently, I guess I stole your heart then. That makes two of us, bugger.