Summary: You aren't very keen of the dwarf working in your father's forge and he knows it.
"How long is he going to stay, Father?" you asked quietly, handing him a mug of ale. You didn't mention names even though your father had several apprentices working for him in the forge. You also didn't look over at the work anvils because your father knew who you were talking about.
"I don't know what it is about him that sets you off, girl," your father said, taking a long pull from the mug. "I like having him here. His skill at the anvil puts all the lads to shame and I don't have to worry about him being here alone."
With you, he meant.
"Go and give him some ale. He's been working all day and will surely want it."
You nodded slowly and took the second mug over to him. Your steps were quiet on the stone, but he still heard you. His head turned just enough to see who was approaching him before he went back to his work. "This is for you," you forced yourself to say.
"Set it there."
Since he didn't specify where, you set it on a nearby anvil and hurried back to your father. Something about the dwarf set you on edge every time you saw him. He didn't associate with the apprentices and barely even spoke to your father. He worked. From sun up to sun down, he worked. Whatever had driven him to work in a village of Men wouldn't let him rest. You had seen him in the middle of the night, staring broodily at nothing and frowning fiercely at whatever consumed his thoughts. He never spoke of where he was from or where he was going and no one tried to ask him.
Blinking as you heard a commotion coming towards the forge, you swivelled around as the door burst open and the mayor's son came in. "We need your help at the old bridge!" he yelled at your father.
Your heart leapt slightly. The old bridge was just that, old, and your father had warned the mayor several times that it needed to be replaced before someone got hurt. "What happened?" you asked.
"Some of the farmers were bringing in goods for market day and the damn thing nearly collapsed!"
You heard your father mutter something under his breath and you tried not to let your lips twitch into a smile. You knew he was cursing the mayor's laziness and cheap nature that had stopped someone from fixing the bridge before this happened. "Was anyone hurt?" your father demanded.
The young man shook his head. "No, but the wagons are stuck on the bridge, wheel axles shot, and we need you to get them fixed so we can get them off of there."
Your brows rose. So they wanted your father to go onto a bridge that was breaking to save market goods. You opened your mouth to protest when you saw your father shake his head slightly. Your teeth clacked together as you held your tongue, but if something happened to your father, everyone would hear what you had to say.
"Lads, you're all coming with me," your father called at the apprentices that were now milling around.
"I ain't going on that old thing!" one protested and others murmured agreement.
"Then you'll leave this forge and never come back!" your father snapped, cowing the rest into silence.
"Be careful," you whispered, knowing that this could turn dangerous in a second.
Your father smiled at you and nodded before he looked back into the forge. "Thorin, I can trust you to see to the place while we're out?"
Your heart leapt. Damn it! You had thought the dwarf would be going with!
"Aye," the dwarf said quietly before returning to the anvil.
"You know the prices of everything," your father said to you, "but I don't think we're going to have much business with this hoopla going on. The whole town is probably staring at the bridge by now."
Probably. Nothing brought people together like a near disaster. You offered him a smile as he loaded himself down with tools before hustling everyone out of the forge. As the door closed, you thought it sounded more ominous than it truly was. You were alone with him now.
Glancing over as the ringing strikes of hammer against steel filled the area, you saw that Thorin was working once again. You sat down on a stool and watched him because you truly had nothing better to do.
Despite his close proximity to the fire roaring in the forge, he showed no discomfort. You suddenly realised that he always took the anvil closest to the heat and that none of the other lads ever went near it. Did the fire not bother him at all or was he trying to prove something by working there? Sweat ran down his face and arms so he could obviously feel the flames but did he not care about it?
Your mind circled back to the question that you everyone wanted the answer to and wondered why he was here. Everything you knew about dwarves had them as a secretive people who didn't enjoy the company of those who weren't their own kind. Yet here he was, working for and surrounded by Men.
"Why are you staring?"
It took you a second to realise he had spoken because he hadn't stopped working and all of another second for a blush to stain your cheeks. "I'm sorry," you forced out, looking away.
"That isn't an answer."
You frowned. Since when did he want to talk to you? Or anyone for that matter? "Nothing else to really look at in here is there?" you asked, looking back at him.
His gaze flicked to you before back to the sword in his hand. "Stop."
You nearly huffed about that, but did look away. You didn't need to rile him up because as much as he unsettled you, your father was enjoying having him in the forge, at least profit wise. His skills were better than even your father's but he didn't seem to care. All he cared about was that the dwarf was bringing in coin.
Staring at the weapons lining the wall across from you, you quickly grew bored of it. You knew what was in your father's shop and the only thing out of place was the dwarf. Looking back at him, you saw that he was studying the sword in his grasp again, twisting it in his hand to examine each side in the firelight.
"I said stop."
You lifted a brow. "You are not the boss of me," you said quietly.
"Then leave."
He was telling you to leave? How rich! "This is my family's business and I'm not going to leave it in the hands of someone I don't know or trust."
He finally looked at you and you thought there was something odd in his gaze. "You think I would cheat your father out of whatever profit he made?"
Honestly, no. If anyone was cheating someone, it was your father to the dwarf, but you couldn't just say that. "I have heard the dwarves are a greedy lot," you said without thinking. "I've no mind to find out first hand."
That was the wrong thing to say. The sword he was working on was tossed aside and rang sharply as it struck the stone floor. Fear suddenly filled you as he stalked across the room and you leapt off the stool to put a solid oak table between the two of you. "I have seen greed in my kin," he said harshly, prowling around the table and making you hurry away, "and it is not something that a simple girl like yourself should jest about."
Simple? "And how does it feel having to work for a simple family like mine?" you demanded, your temper starting to take hold of you.
"Your father isn't a simple man, but you do him no justice."
You glared at him, still keeping the table between the pair of you. "What would you know about my father or me? You've barely been here for two weeks!"
"I know enough about you to know that your father is right in never letting you be alone here."
Frowning at him, you put more distance between you and him by moving across the forge. "I don't know what you're talking about."
"Yes, you do, simple girl," he said shortly. "You have no place in this forge yet you are always here, always being a distraction."
You scoffed and shook your head at him. "To whom?" you demanded. You stayed out of the way, bringing food and water to the men that worked here, exactly like your father instructed you to. No one ever complained about you being there and you made sure that you never gave them anything to complain about.
"None of the boys your father is training are going to learn anything with you flitting around like you do," he continued, stalking toward you. "You are a distraction."
"They get along just fine!" you snapped. Who was he to come into your home and berate you like this? Yes, perhaps you had sort of started it, but this was escalating into something that wasn't going to end well. "If you're the one with the problem, then maybe you should be the one to leave!"
Something dark and dangerous flared in his eyes and, before you could get away from him, he surged forward. Large hands gripped your wrists, pinning your hands together even as he pushed you back against the anvil he had been working at earlier. "I can't leave, girl," he growled at you. "Unlike you, who haven't known a moment of pain in your life, I have others that I have to think about."
Your temper was sparking again and you struggled against him, trying to get away. Who was he to think that he knew anything about your life? "Let go!"
"You think I haven't heard you? Constantly asking your father when I'm going to go away."
Your heart stuttered at that. "It isn't what you think."
"No? You don't want me here when I haven't done anything to deserve your hatred," he snapped. "Do you think I want to be here? Or are you just being a spoiled brat who doesn't know when to shut her mouth?"
Yanking hard against his grip, you freed one hand and promptly slapped him. Your palm was stinging as he slowly turned his head back to look at you, his blue eyes burning. "I already told you," you said in a low voice, "leave if you don't want to be here."
"I can't." Before you even had a chance to think about the myriad emotions in his voice, his mouth crashed down roughly on yours. Your gasp of surprise allowed him to slip into your mouth, his tongue curling around yours.
Your free hand curled into a fist, but you had no intention of hitting him. Instead it came down to rest on his shoulder before digging into the material of his tunic. He was still kissing you and his beard was rasping against your skin. You had been kissed before but none of those young men had had any hair on their face and you weren't certain about the feel of it now. When he suddenly pulled his lips from yours, you sucked in a harsh gasp of air that quickly turned into a moan as he began kissing and nipping at your neck.
"Do not stop me," he growled in your ear when he reached it.
You trembled as he lifted you up so you were propped better on the anvil and it wasn't until he began gathering your skirt up that you realised both of your hands were free. Trailing both of them along his chest, you couldn't believe how much heat he was throwing off. It was no wonder the forge's fire didn't bother him. He hissed softly when your hands slid into the opening of his tunic, stroking the skin you could see there.
"You are a distraction I can't afford to have," he muttered against you, making your hands pause.
"What do you mean?" you whispered, confused at his contradicting words and actions.
"I have a purpose," he continued, his rough palms wrapping around your thighs. "I have something I have to do and you are distracting me from it."
He wasn't making any sense, but he was still touching you and you took it as a sign that you could continue with your exploration. Your hands left his shirt and trailed down his chest, feeling the solid muscles that were tensing under your touch.
"You are a distraction," he repeated, his voice a low groan now, "but I cannot resist you any longer."
Your gasp rang through the silence of the forge as his thick fingers brushed against the spot between your legs. Your hips lifted off the anvil and you whimpered as he pinned you back down. You tried to wriggle out of his grip but he was having none of it. A soft moan left you when he suddenly sunk a finger inside you, his hand shifting so he could rub his thumb against your clit.
Teeth biting down on your lower lip, you tried to contain the pleased noises leaving you as Thorin pumped his finger inside. The pad of his thumb was rough against you, but it was pressing and rubbing with just the right amount of friction to make your bones melt. Lifting your legs, you wrapped them around his hips, tugging him closer and wanting to feel his skin on yours.
"You are not a maid," he rumbled, his voice low and husky as he slipped a second finger inside you.
A whimper left you as you shook his head. No, you were not, but his fingers were thick and stretching you more than you were used to.
"Good," he growled, his teeth closing on your neck again.
Gasps and moans left you as he worked his way down your neck, tugging your blouse down to reveal your breasts. You nearly screamed when his teeth closed down on your nipple suddenly. No one had ever handled you this roughly before and it was making your blood burn. His fingers were digging into your thigh where he was gripping it, hard enough to leave bruises, but it only made your heart pound harder.
Your muscles tightened around his fingers when he flicked his tongue over your nipple and it earned you a groan from him. "Mahal, you're going to kill me," he muttered against you.
Only if he stopped. When a low chuckle rumbled over your skin, you wondered if you had said that out loud. It didn't matter though because he wasn't pulling away from you, his mouth still at your breast and his fingers pumping hard and deep inside you. But it wasn't what you wanted anymore.
"Thorin," you panted, your voice breathless. "Please."
He stilled against you, blue eyes looking up to meet your own. You felt the hand on your thigh leave you as he moved back up your body to claim your lips. Tangling your hands in his hair, you kissed him back as fervently as he was you. You nipped at him when his other hand left you, feeling empty and wanting him back inside.
A shudder passed through you when both of his hands cupped your ass and lifted you off the anvil. His hot erection was rubbing between your legs now, setting you on fire. He rocked against you, the head of his cock nudging against your clit and making you hiss. When he continued to tease you, you reached between your bodies to grip him. The low, guttural moan that left him had your body tensing and you ran your hand along him once before moving him so he was pressing against your entrance.
He didn't tease anymore, instead sinking completely inside in one hard thrust. You gasped, breaking the kiss as your head fell back. Your body was burning slightly from the intrusion, not expecting the thick length of him and trying to accommodate.
"You're tight around me," he growled against your cheek, his fingers flexing on your ass.
Whimpering softly as he began pulling out of you, you weren't sure if it was because of the slight hurt it caused or the wonderful friction of it. When he sank back in, it turned into a moan.
He swore harshly in his language before you felt him shift as he braced his feet a little further apart and started pulling you along his cock. You could feel his muscles bunching and coiling as he supported both of you and you wished that he had removed his clothes so that you could feel them under your hands. As it was, you could only cling to his tunic, your legs squeezing his hips as he pounded into you.
Your pants for air and moaning cries filled the silent forge as he didn't slow in taking you. If anything, the noises you made seemed to spur him on, driving him to take you harder. His fingers were digging into you and his teeth had once again turned to nipping and biting at your neck. The coarse hair on his cheeks was rasping against your skin, making you tremble and wonder what it would feel like rubbing against more sensitive areas of your body. The thought quickly fled as he bit down hard on you and a short scream left you.
"Shh," he said harshly, his hand briefly leaving your ass only to smack it harshly.
You bit down on your lip and glared at him as much as you could when he pulled back to look at you.
A smirk curled his mouth. "Such fire," he growled. "You think you can burn me, girl?"
How could you when he already felt like he was on fire?
"I've half a mind to bend you over this anvil and teach you a lesson," he muttered, his voice husky.
You tightened around him at the thought, your toes curling as your mind supplied the image.
"Next time," he groaned, his hands trembling slightly on you.
You nearly purred at his words but you didn't dwell on them long. You were already close. Your body was shaking in his grasp, on the edge of orgasm and needing one more push to send you over.
His lips trailed over your cheek before he nipped at your ear. "Touch yourself," he growled.
Your breath caught. What?
"Do it and make yourself come."
A shaky breath left you and you forced one of your hands to release the fabric of his tunic. Squeezing it between your bodies, you felt him tremble as your nails accidently scratched across the muscles in his abdomen. Your hand trailed down a little further, stroking his cock as it slid in and out of you and making him bark out a curse. Your lips curled into a smile before you did as you were told.
Moaning as your fingers rubbed against your clit, you felt him shudder as you tightened around him in response. You weren't going to last long with this. Between the hard length of him pounding into you and your attentions to your slick flesh, you would be lucky if you didn't burst at any second. "Thorin," you breathed, your voice catching.
He growled against you and the low noise set you off.
Your pleased cry was cut off as his mouth quickly claimed yours again, kissing you hard and desperately. You whimpered against him, your fingers digging into his tunic and still rubbing against your clit. You couldn't stop, not while he was still driving inside you and your orgasm continued to flare with every move of his body. Your thighs squeezed his hips, wanting him to stop and yet never stop at the same time.
Thorin groaned into your mouth, his fingers digging into you as he pulled you down hard on him one final time. Nearly purring again as his hips still rocked against you, slower now, you felt the kiss lose its frantic edge even though both of your hearts were pounding. Sliding your hand back around so you could grip his tunic, you marvelled at the strength in his compact body. Despite the pleasure you had both found, he was still standing steady and supporting you easily.
"Distraction," he muttered against your lips.
You huffed softly at him, but there was no heat in the sound. "I do have a name you know," you said tartly.
You felt him smile slightly, his hands flexing on you. "I know."
Letting your forehead rest on his, you smiled yourself. "Should I leave you be now?" you teased. "Or am I allowed to distract you further?"
His gaze sparked and he thrust against you. "Distract all you want," he said lowly. "I won't be going anywhere for a while now."
A/N: Welp. I'm supposed to be working on other things, but apparently when people piss me off, I write smut to work out my anger. Hence the reason things are a little angry in the beginning, but faded by the end. I'm not sure how I feel about this chapter, but I'm going to post it anyways. I'm thinking this takes place after Erebor is lost and after the battle for Moria so Thorin is not really in the greatest of places and the frustration/anger has gotten to him. So yes. Hope you enjoyed and hopefully the next one will be about Fili. Poor dwarf ain't getting the loving yet but I will try to write him next!