CLEVER LITTLE OTHIN

Middle Earth, original Wren and Thorin, Timeline#1

Othin is seven years old, Erebor

Wren's POV

The King is pushing you into your bedchambers, and you are laughing salaciously. You might have had a bit too much wine at dinner. It was just the two of you, and your mood was light and merry, and you have not noticed how you drank four glasses. You had a lively discussion, interrupting each other, laughing and bickering, and you kept on sipping. And wine always has the same effect on you. Your inhibitions slip, and the King gets shamelessly ravished. He is quite obviously counting on it, since he is already jerking off his doublet.

You swirl in the middle of the room, and he is grabbing the hem of your skirts. You twist out of his reach, laughingly throatily, and then stumble. He catches you and steals a kiss. You bite his lower lip playfully, and he pushes you on the bed. With an oomph you land on your stomach, your bum boosted up, and he is rumbling. Under no circumstances you are allowed to call it purring, which only makes you do it more often. He presses his knee into the bed between your legs, and the scorching palms slide up, from your knees under your skirt, hiking the layers of velvet and silky underskirts up. You moan and claw at the bed.

His mouth presses into the skin of your nape. And then he raspily whispers into your ear, "I am going to make you scream, my Queen." You moan louder and press your hips up into his bulging member.

"Adad?" Othin's happy voice comes from somewhere above your heads, and you immediately sober up. The King jerks your skirt down and straightens up.

"Othin, where are you?" A dark curled head sticks out from above the top of the canopy. Neither of you noticed the weight of a small sturdy body pressing down on the heavy fabric that he is obviously using as a hammock.

"I am here, adad," Othin is smiling, but then again he is always smiling. There are myriads of different grins, smirks and smiles in his arsenal. This one is smug, he is very proud of himself. He climbed on a dizzying height and was not discovered. It is also very much past his bedtime, and he somehow managed to escape three nannies and a guard at his door. Not even Unna, who was an escape artist in her childhood, could manage such feat.

Othin throws his legs over the edge of the canopy, and you press your palms to your mouth. Then he slides down and his bare stomach is hanging in front of your eyes. He is holding to the curtain rod firmly and confidently. The King jumps on the bed and grabs his youngest son across his middle. They both fall on the bed, and you exhale in relief. And then you press your fists in your hips.

"Othin..." Your voice is menacing, but you are not dealing with either of your older children. That is Othin we are talking about.

"Did you see me, adad? I was this tall!" He is wildly gesturing in the air. He sits on the broad chest of his father and grabs his ears to make him pay attention, "On the top, adad, very tall!"

The King gives you a pitiful look over his son's shoulder. He is very fond of Othin's stunts. Othin is not afraid of anything. Anything that would scare a grown up Dwarf out of their senses, only causes Othin to grin wider. Water, heights, wild animals, landslide… Othin lives for thrill. You shake your head.

There is only one thing Othin is afraid of, and that is your wrath. From the earliest age he has assumed his older siblings' fear of your temper, their father a soft clay in their hands. Right now he is so proud of himself, but you have the power to shatter his exuberance. But it is very hard to do under the pleading gaze of the King's blue eyes. You sigh.

"You should take your son to his room, my King. No doubt, his nursery maids are terrified and are running through passages looking for him." The King jumps off the bed, his son under his arm, giggling and swinging his sturdy legs, and they quickly disappear into the passage, chatting amicably, before you changed your mind.

You flop on the bed and close your eyes. And then chuckle. You need a new lock on your chambers' door.