Take out the Garbage
It was a lovely afternoon in the Bagginshield home. The birds were singing, the people outside were merry, and everything was quite peaceful. Well, almost peaceful.
A certain golden haired "hobbit" was in the kitchen staring intently at the garbage that had been ignored throughout the week. "It's falling out of the can for goodness sake", he mumbled. He put down his cooking utensils, stared at it once more, and made a intelligent decision to find the perpetrator behind this ungodly thing. And he knew just who to look for.
Thorin.
~time skip~
Bilbo walked around the house in a fast and in a slightly aggressive stroll while calling out Thorin's name. "Thorin! THORIN. WHERE ARE YOU?!" As Bilbo walked into the living room, he felt arms wrap around his waist which caused him to let out a light squeal. He turned his head sharply to see the man in question standing there with a tired expression. Thorin buried his head in Bilbo's neck and asked sleepily, "What is it, little hobbit?"
Bilbo huffed in annoyance. "Where have you been? I've been calling you for at least 20 minutes now." Thorin just cuddled into Bilbo more as he let out a slight yawn. "I was asleep. Been working all night, you know?" "Which part is considered working to you? The part where you went to work or the part where you caught me off guard in bed?" Bilbo asked sarcastically.
Thorin smiled sheepishly, "Both, I suppose. I do enjoy one more than the other, though." He turned Bilbo around and started to twist his curly hair around his finger. "Now, where's my good morning kiss?" he smirked lightly. "It's past morning." "Same thing."
Thorin leaned in to where Bilbo could feel his breath against his lips and as Bilbo's blush became wider, Thorin's smirk got bigger.
"Still not use to me, little hobbit?"
Silence.
"I'll take that as a yes."
Their lips are almost touching..
And-
"You didn't take out the garbage."
..
"What?"
"You heard me."
Thorin backed away and just looked incredulously at his little hobbit. His little hobbit that denied him a kiss. His little hobbit denying him a kiss because of the garbage. His little hobbit denying him. Denying. No kiss. No love. No way in hell is he going to be denied.
Bilbo stood there with a set glare on Thorin that practically dared him to challenge his authority on this matter. He could tell Thorin was getting pouty by the look on his face. Bilbo let out a quiet sigh as Thorin began his ramble. "Garbage? GARBAGE? You denied me a kiss because I didn't take the trash out?! I shouldn't have to take trash out! I'M KING UNDER THE MOUNTAIN. I'M A KING, BILBO. I SHOULD BE SPOILED TO THE BONE. SPOIL ME." Bilbo just looked at him with a 'really?' face, "King under the mountain? You're not even king in bed!"
Thorin gasped and grabbed his chest dramatically. "How dare you, Mr. Baggins."
Bilbo groaned and pinched the bridge of his nose. "Look. Just take out the trash. Please." Bilbo put on the best puppy face he could manage and Thorin instantly broke. "Fine..", he grumbled. Bilbo let a small smile take over his features as he and Thorin made their way to the kitchen. Bilbo continued his cooking while Thorin begrudgingly bagged the garbage and took it out all the while mumbling insults towards the garbage.
"It's out now. Are you happy?" Thorin plopped down on a chair with a pout of his face. Bilbo walked over and smiled, "Very". He sat down on his lap and placed a sweet kiss right on the "king's" lips. Thorin wrapped his arms around his hobbit and smiled into the kiss as well.
Maybe taking out the garbage isn't as bad as he thought.
