Summary: A bad turn of events can still turn out better than you'd ever expected.
Rubbing your ankle, you kept your eyes focused on the flames in front of you. It was the only way to not feel so embarrassed about this situation. It was your fault this had happened, but you didn't need to see it reflected on their faces. Not that they knew all the details.
You wrapped the blanket lying on your shoulders tighter around yourself. You weren't overly cold but it was just another layer of defence between you and them. You could hear them bustling around the small camp, making some kind of meal. But you couldn't look any of them in the eye without reliving what had happened.
The crack of a palm against your cheek made your head spin and your ears ache. Falling back against the wall, you stared at the one that had struck you, unwilling to even think of him as your father.
"Harlot!" he hissed, shoving his finger against your chest. "You dare blacken my name like this?!"
"Nothing happened!"
"It doesn't matter! What male will believe or have you now? None! You are a burden to this family and are no longer part of it!"
You stared at him, shocked before anger took over. If they didn't want you here, saw you only as a tool to further themselves, you weren't going to stay.
It had not been your best decision. Although, if you'd stayed in the mountain it probably wouldn't have been so bad. But you hadn't and instead of going to Dale, you had taken a turn into the forest; where you had promptly twisted your ankle in a rabbit hole.
There had been no way to tell how much time had passed between that event and this patrol finding you, the trees blocking out most of the sun. At first you had been grateful for their presence before you had realised it wasn't a patrol, but a hunting party. A royal hunting party.
You weren't sure if you were thankful or not about the fact that it was only the crown prince in the group. You were glad it was only one royal, but you wished it had been a different one. Even the king would have been better than Thorin. But you'd never had much luck before in these matters so why you thought it would change now was beyond you.
"Here, lass. Have some dinner."
You looked up at the voice, smiling at the prince's cousin. "I am not hungry, but thank you, Lord Balin."
He frowned and crouched down beside you. "I'm not a lord yet," he said quietly. "You know that. Why the sudden use of titles for all of us? You never used them before."
You'd had a family before, a family that had rubbed shoulders with Erebor's elite. Now you were an orphan and had no right to speak to them as you once had. Despite growing up with most of them, you knew what was proper for a girl of your now lacking station. "Nothing wrong with being polite," you murmured.
"Aye, but you're not being polite."
Blinking at him, you said, "I don't understand."
"I think you do but you're only acting like you don't."
You fell silent, looking back at the flames. You were being polite because you had no other choice. But you weren't going to tell him that. You weren't going to explain why you no longer had a home.
"And don't think we haven't missed the bruise on your cheek."
"I got it when I fell." The lie tasted sour in your mouth but you still said it.
Balin snorted, the sound more akin to something his brother would make. "I doubt that, lass. Looks too much like-"
"Balin."
You tensed at Thorin's voice and hunched in on yourself. There was no part of you that wanted to deal with the prince right now. Well, that was a lie. There was always a small piece that wanted to be near him, but you were squashing it now.
Hearing Balin walk off, you forced yourself to breathe evenly and not look at him. You could feel him looking at you though. Those blue eyes would give nothing away and saw nearly everything in front of them. You didn't want him to see what you were hiding, but had a bad feeling that he would figure it out or pull it out of you.
"Look at me."
"I'd rather not," you whispered.
He made a low noise. "Please."
You wavered. How often did he ever say please? As a prince, he didn't have to, but he had always used his manners when speaking with you. Could you really deny him now? Slowly turning, you met his gaze and tried not to let your shame show.
Thorin's eyes never left your own, but for once you could see the emotions he usually hid. Anger was there, making his blue eyes lighten to nearly the colour of frost. But there was also confusion and concern there. He was going to ask you what had happened and, unlike with Balin, you wouldn't be able to lie. "How's your ankle?" he asked quietly.
"Ah, well enough," you said, not expecting the question.
"Can you walk?"
"Maybe?" you hedged. The skin was red and swollen and had screamed in agony when you had tried to walk earlier. You weren't sure if it was much better now.
Dark brows drew together as he thought about something.
A gasp left you when he made his decision and scooped you up. "Thorin!" you gasped, clinging to him and forgetting to use his title. "Put me down!"
"No," he said flatly, rising to his feet. "We need to talk."
"We were talking," you muttered.
"Alone."
Your heart hid as his voice somehow got flatter. Closing your eyes, you tried to pretend this wasn't happening. You didn't know what you'd expected when you had left Erebor but this wasn't it. If you'd known, you would have hid somewhere in the mountain instead.
"Dwalin, stay here."
"You aren't going alone."
"Stay. Here."
Shivering at the cold tone, you didn't dark risk a peek at the other dwarf. How much trouble were you going to get in that Thorin didn't want an audience? When he started walking, you turned into his chest. You could feel his heart beating strongly against your cheek, but you took no comfort in the sound. For all you knew, it was pounding because he was mad at you.
When he set you down on a fallen log some ways from camp, you opened your eyes just enough to see him kneel at your feet. "What are you doing, Prince?" you asked softly.
He didn't answer you right away. Instead he gently lifted your foot and studied your ankle. It was still swollen and red, but it didn't look quite as angry as it had earlier.
You flinched as he gently probed it, his touch still hurting despite the lightness of it. Your gaze moved to his face and you watched him as he worked. The frown on his face was fierce and made you want to run away if you had been able to.
Thorin carefully flexed your foot, stopping when he felt you tense. "You should be fine," he said quietly, "if you stay off of it for a while."
"I had planned on it."
Keeping your foot in his lap, he began wrapping your ankle with a long strip of cloth. "How did it happen?"
"Stepped in a hole," you muttered, His fingers were grazing the bottom of your foot and tickling just enough that you wanted to jerk away from him. He knew your feet were sensitive. Was he doing it on purpose?
"Stepped in a hole. If you were running, you should have been watching where you put your feet."
You would have if you'd been able to see. Tears had blurred your vision and this had happened.
"Are you going to tell me?" he asked lowly.
"Tell you what?"
Blue eyes flicked up to your face. "Why you were running away from Erebor. With no supplies or proper equipment."
Your breath caught at that. You really hadn't been thinking when you had fled. "I…."
"You know how to survive on the land; I taught you enough to know you do. What happened to make you forget all of it?"
You tried to get your foot back, but his grip tightened on you. He wasn't going to let you go until you'd answered his questions. "I needed to get away," you said simply.
He wasn't appeased. "So you blindly run into the forest?" he demanded. "No one knows you came out here, do they?"
"You know, Prince."
"It was blind luck we found you," Thorin snapped. "If we hadn't, you…." He trailed off, staring hard at you.
You probably wouldn't have lasted the night. You were honest enough with yourself to admit that.
Thorin took a deep breath and you heard it shake. "It has to do with whoever hit you, doesn't it?"
"Prince-"
"You know my name. Why have you stopped using it?"
Biting your lip, you whispered, "I've lost the right to use it."
His brows drew together. "Tell me," he said softly, pleading. "Let me fix whatever this is."
You stared at him. He truly meant that. He would honestly try to fix whatever had happened and he wouldn't give up until he made things better for you. "My father disowned me," you blurted, unable to keep it back.
Thorin froze, staring at you. "Is he the one that struck you?" he asked in a low voice.
You could hear the threat in his voice, knew that if you admitted it that your father was going to suffer for it, but you couldn't lie to him. "…Yes."
"Why?" he said flatly.
Your cheeks flooded with colour and your lips clamped together. Could you tell him what had set your father off? The reason seemed silly now and you were sure you'd die if you told him. It didn't matter that it had actually been for him. It wasn't something a female should do. Or be caught in.
His expression softened. "Tell me?"
"I did it to please you," you blurted, your sense gone for a moment. "I knew it was wrong, but I-I just wanted to please you!"
He grew bemused. "You do please me. Why else would I ask my grandfather to betroth us?"
Your heart stuttered at that. You didn't know he had done that. He had suggested it, but you hadn't realised he'd been serious. But he'd misunderstood you. "I meant please you in other ways," you said, blushing as your eyes moved down his body.
He froze again as he caught your meaning, his hand tightening on your foot. "But we've never," he rasped. "Why would you…do you want to?"
Your cheeks got darker. "I-Maybe? I just wanted to please you," you whispered.
A low noise left him and he gripped your calves to pull you into his lap. Your legs wound up on either side of his hips, leaving you straddling him. "Maybe isn't yes," he said softly, his hands sliding up your thighs.
"Here?" you said in surprise.
"I know it should be in Erebor," Thorin murmured, "and if that's what you want, we'll wait until we get back to the mountain."
He meant that. Even though you could feel his hardness between your legs and his hands were kneading at you, he would let you walk away. But you didn't really want to. Your father had kicked you out because he had misunderstood what you'd done. Without a family, you surely wouldn't be allowed to be betrothed so this might be the only chance you got to use what you'd learned.
Thorin lifted a brow when you wrapped your arms around his neck. A pleased noise left him as you leaned forward and kissed him. "Is that your yes?" he breathed.
"Yes," you murmured. You gasped when he kissed you again, his tongue moving over your lips. When he did it again, you parted them slightly and shuddered as he slipped inside.
You felt his hands move on you, one sliding up your back to help guide you down to the forest floor. Chills broke out on your skin when he followed you, covering your body with his. You could feel the armour under his tunic and you wanted it gone. It would make it more difficult for you to touch skin and you wanted your hands all over him.
Arching your back, you whimpered softly as he pushed away. "Thorin," you whispered when he began trailing kisses along your cheeks. Your eyes squeezed shut as he gently nipped at the spot where your jaw met your neck, a moan leaving you as more kisses rained down on your skin.
You felt him shift and your hands tightened on him when you thought he was going to move away. Instead he propped himself on one arm while the other began tugging at the laces and fastenings of your dress.
"You haven't told me how you wanted to please me," he said softly. "Or where you learned to."
"I wasn't planning on it," you muttered.
He let his chin rest in his hand and his other fingers idly stroked the skin he had bared between your breasts. "It can't be that embarrassing," he rumbled. "It's not like you went to a brothel to have someone there teach you."
You felt your cheeks heat and there was nothing you could do to stop it.
Thorin stared at you, his eyes widening. "You went to a brothel," he said slowly as if he hadn't been the one to say the words.
"Where else was I supposed to go?" you muttered. It wasn't like there were lessons on this kind of thing. Even the brothels were well tucked away and rarely spoken of. It had been dumb luck that had allowed you to even find the one you had.
A strangled noise left him and he shook his head. "You are fearless," he said quietly.
"Foolish."
"Aye perhaps, but I don't mind."
You gave him a look but it disappeared as his fingers moved up the side of your breast, making you gasp. Your nipple tightened as he traced around it, his fingers rough on your skin. The sensation made you moan.
His fingers stilled against you, making you whimper in protest.
"Don't stop. Please!" you begged. When he didn't continue, you looked at him. "Thorin, what is it?" you asked when you saw his frown.
He pursed his lips and you saw the colour in his cheeks his beard didn't quite hide.
Shivers wound through you as his thumb absently rubbed over your nipple. You didn't push him to answer, knowing it would only make him not. Biting your lip, you tried to stop the little noises leaving you but it was hard when all you wanted to do was moan loudly in pleasure. You weren't used to this kind of touch and it was making your body restless.
"Did they teach you how to receive pleasure?"
"W-What?" you stammered.
Blue eyes met yours and they were dark now. "Did they show you how to get pleasure?" he asked again, voice low.
"A l-little," you squeaked, blushing again.
"Show me."
"What?! No!" you gasped, staring at him. "Thorin, why would I need to show you?! Surely-" You stopped talking as he looked away from you. He couldn't be. You had assumed he wasn't because as a prince he surely would have had someone, but…was he? "Thorin," you whispered, "you have done this before…haven't you?"
"No."
Your breath caught. "O-Oh."
"Show me how to pleasure you."
Biting your lip, you turned your face away. You had only gone once before you'd been caught and you'd been more interested in giving pleasure than receiving it. But what had your teacher said? That what pleased a male could please a female. For the most part. Everyone was different, but that was why you played with your partner, to learn
You turned back to him when he softly said your name. "Take my dress off," you whispered.
His eyes widened, but he moved away from you to tug you upright. Sliding his hands over your shoulders, he pushed the material down so it was pooled around your hips. He licked his lips as he stared at you, his gaze fastened on your breasts.
"Take it off," you murmured, nodding at his tunic.
He frowned, his brows drawing together. "But…."
"I want to touch you too, Thorin," you said softly.
He shuddered. "No, next time you can. This time I want to take care of you," he said raggedly.
"Why?" you asked as he pushed you back down onto the blanket.
"I don't trust myself to do it right if you're touching me." He leaned over you again. "Tell me what you want."
Him naked, but you got the feeling that he was going to be stubborn about this. Even though you weren't sure there would be a next time, you murmured shyly, "Kiss me."
When he lowered his head, you pressed a finger to his lips and smiled at his frown.
"Not there," you breathed.
The low noise that left him made your stomach clench. He kissed your finger before shifting so he could press his lips to the soft skin between your breasts. You shivered as his beard rubbed against you and a small sound left you as he began kissing up your breast.
When his breath fanned your nipple, you whimpered, arching up to try to get him to take you. You felt his lips ghost over you, teasing you before they closed around the aching bud.
You gasped sharply when he sucked on you, liquid heat flooding you. "Don't stop," you cried when he hesitated.
A low growl left him and he started sucking again. Tremors gripped you as he cupped the other breast, fingers tweaking your nipple. His tongue flicked over you, slicking around in shrinking circles and lazily pressing to your nipple.
Your head thumped against the ground, soft moans spilling from your lips. Parting your legs when you felt him shift, you wrapped them around him and pulled him close. His groan made your heart skip a beat as he thrust against you. Your thighs tightened on him even as your muscles tensed. "Thorin," you breathed, your voice catching,
He lifted from you but his lips were still brushing against you. "Do you want more?" he murmured.
"Yes," you moaned.
You felt him smile against you. "Where?"
Your hips lifted, prompting him to push back.
Thorin exhaled slowly and he began moving down your body. The muscles in your stomach jumped as he kissed over them. He dislodged your legs and slowly bunched your skirt around your hips.
You were shaking with nerves and anticipation when he moved again. A part of you wanted to watch but you were too embarrassed to lift your head. Surprise filled you when you felt his hands slide down your legs, his fingertips ghosting over your skin. "Thorin?" you whispered.
"You're soft," he said, his voice quiet, "but you're built strong. I could feel it when you squeezed me."
Shivering as he stroked up your legs, but along the inside this time, you lifted your hips. Your body was aching for more, wanting him to give it to you. You couldn't stop your legs from closing slightly when his fingers brushed over you. Even with the cloth barrier between you, his touch had been hot. A sharp gasp left you when his thumb rubbed against you, working over your clit through your underclothes.
You thought you heard him give a low growl of approval but it was lost to you as your heartbeat rang in your ears. You trembled as he kept rubbing, your body feeling like it was losing control as pleasure flooded you. "No," you protested as his thumb left you.
"Shh," he said softly, fingers hooking into your underclothes to slide them down your legs.
His low noise made you lift your head when he had them off and you wished you hadn't. He was staring at you hotly, his gaze devouring you now that he had you mostly bare. It was highly embarrassing, especially since he was still fully dressed.
"Mahal, look at you," he growled huskily.
You wished he wouldn't. He must have seen your nervousness on your face because his expression changed.
"You said you wanted more," he murmured. "Shall I kiss you again?"
You couldn't even nod. Throwing your arms over your eyes, you fought the urge to cover yourself. You couldn't handle this. You couldn't-Crying out when he touched you again, it took you a short moment to realise it hadn't been his fingers gliding over wet flesh. "Thorin!"
"Shh!" he growled. "You'll bring the others if you're too loud."
Clamping your lips together, you whimpered as he didn't move away. No, now he was exploring you, fingers and mouth grazing sensitive flesh. He toyed with you, repeating actions that got responses from you. One of his hands pressed to your stomach when you bucked as his mouth found your clit. Your heels pushed into the ground, trying to get away from him, but one was still weak and he had you pinned.
His tongue flicked over your clit and a low hum of pleasure filled the air as you shuddered in response. Your hands moved down, pushing at him, but wanting to pull him closer at the same time. You wanted more but the pleasure was new and intense.
"Oh!" you gasped, hips lifting when a finger slowly slid inside you. Squirming slightly, you weren't sure about the touch. When he didn't move, you peeked down at him.
He was watching you again, watching your reactions. You made a soft noise when he pulled away from you, the pleasure he was giving you with his mouth a distraction from-"You're tight," he said quietly.
Your muscles clenched at the words, making him moan.
"I may not have done this before but I know that is a good and bad thing," he continued, shifting up your body, but his hand stayed between your legs.
"It's supposed to hurt," you murmured, watching as he rubbed his cheek against your chest.
Blue eyes flicked up to yours. "I don't want it to," he said quietly, moving his finger inside you.
Something tightened low in your belly as he carefully began thrusting his finger. The sensation was strange, but not unpleasant now that you'd had time to adjust. A moan fell from your lips when his mouth closed around your nipple. Your fingers tightened in his hair, pleasure sparking inside you with every tug of his lips.
Your eyes squeezed shut as he played with you, mouth and hands creating a firestorm of desire within you. You tensed slightly when he slid a second finger inside, your body stretching to accommodate him as he slowed his thrusts. Your toes curled when he moved them again, a gasp leaving you at how good it felt.
He growled against you as your nails scraped his scalp and it in turn made you cry out softly. His thumb grazed your clit and you bucked under him, feeling like you were going to explode.
"Thorin," you whispered, trembling. "Please."
Lifting his head, he stared at you. "Ready?" he asked, his voice thick.
You nodded, desperate for him. It was hard not to protest when he levered away from you. Even harder not to lick your lips as he jerked at his pants. A thread of worry bit into you when he shoved them down and you saw his erection.
You must have made a noise because his gaze found yours again and his brows drew together in concern. Stretching out above you, he stroked the hair away from your face. "Do you want to stop?" he asked gently.
Your eyes widened. "But you-!" You couldn't even finish the sentence without blushing.
"Can finish fine on my own," he said simply, but you noticed his cheeks tint. "I won't rush you. Not in this."
But he had to be just as desperate, just as curious about this. He had even held himself back, not taking anything for himself which must have made it worse. Your breath caught when he shifted above you, his cock brushing against slick flesh and making him tense.
"Love?"
Your trepidation fell away at the endearment. He had never used it before, but to hear it now? You pulled him down to kiss him. "Take me," you whispered, blushing again.
Thorin groaned deeply, reclaiming your mouth. You sank into the caress, trying to ignore the way your muscles tensed when he moved against you. He shifted above you, moving his weight to one arm and slipping the other between you. "Relax," he murmured, feeling you stiffen as he pressed against your entrance.
A small whimper left you as he pushed, your body resisting the intrusion. You tried to relax, knowing you were only making it worse. But you couldn't.
Thorin pressed small kisses to your cheek, moving toward your ear. "You have to fight me," he breathed, "even on this?"
You turned your face into his neck, unable to answer.
"Ah, love," he sighed, kissing under your ear.
Feeling his hand shift, you weren't prepared for his fingers to find your clit. "Thorin!"
He didn't respond, not with words. He rubbed against that spot, making pleasure dance through your veins and distracting you from what else he was doing.
You could feel him slipping inside you, but every time you tensed at the pain he made it vanish with his touch. You bit down on your lip, your head falling back as you realised he was fully inside you. A dull ache throbbed in the pit of your stomach, but it was nothing like the nightmarish pain you had heard of. You gradually became aware of how still he was, his body held almost rigidly above you. "Thorin?" you whispered.
He let out a ragged breath, a shudder winding through him. "Mahal, you're tight," he said in a strained voice. "Hot and wet and better than I could have-" He broke off with a groan as your muscles tightened around him at the words.
"S-Sorry!" you gasped.
Shaking his head against you, he pulled his hips back and gave a small thrust. "Durin help me," he moaned, "I can't stay-" His hips moved again.
A rush of heat flowed through you as his thrust was longer this time. Your hands fell to his shoulders, gripping him tightly as he didn't stop moving. Your breath shivered out of you when he pulled nearly fully out before sinking in deep and your muscles clenched around him.
Thorin shuddered in response and moved to brace himself above you. His hips never stilled, finding a rhythm that had pleasure pumping through you. He lowered his head, the ends of his hair ghosting over your breasts as he rocked over you and only adding to what you were feeling.
Biting down on your lip, you tried to contain the noises spilling from you. You were gasping for air as he stroked you, everything in you focused on the feel of him moving inside you. Your legs shifted, thighs squeezing him even as you pushed back against him.
His low groan made you tremble, body tightening in response to the pleasure he was giving. His hips were moving a little harder now and you could feel the tension in him rising with every thrust.
Opening your eyes, you stared up at him. His eyes were squeezed shut, his brows drawn over them but pleasure coated his expression. His lower lip was caught between his teeth, keeping himself silent as he took you. The sight made your heart skip a beat and one hand slid down his chest, slipping between you. Blue eyes dark with passion cracked open to meet yours before he bucked against you. Your fingers had found your clit, rubbing and making you tense around him.
A low groan left him and he lowered his head to kiss you. It was desperate and hard as you both sought release. His tongue curled around yours, rubbing and stroking even as his thrusts drove you higher.
Your breath caught for a moment before you cried out into the kiss as he sent you over. Your grip on his shoulder tightened as you arched under him, pleasure burning through your veins. You heard him groan, his hips bucking between your thighs as you squeezed him.
Breaking the kiss, you pressed your head back against the ground, pushing yourself into him. His hot breath struck sweat slicked skin as he slowed above you. You felt his forehead rest at the base of your neck, his lips brushing against you as soft murmurs left him.
You weren't sure how long you laid there, tangled together. Your heart slowly stopped pounding in your ears, but you still gasped lightly for air. You protested softly when he moved, pushing himself back up. It died when he kissed you, the caress gentle this time. "Thorin," you murmured, sighing softly.
He groaned deeply, moving to rub his cheek against yours. "I think," he said softly, "you aren't going to get to show me what you learned next time."
You frowned. "Why not?" you pouted. "I want to give you the same pleasure you give me."
He shuddered. "You nearly killed me this time," he whispered. "I'd never survive if you used your hands or…mouth on me."
Your lips twitched at that but you kept silent. He could think that he'd be able to stop you, but he was wrong if he thought he'd succeed at it.
A/N: Mother of god, did this ever get away from me. The original prompt was virgin!Thorin and I had a plan. This was not the plan. At all. Originally, it was supposed to be set in an inn or tavern and Dwalin and Frerin were supposed to be there but then I changed my mind. Too many tavern settings for my liking so far. I also realised I wanted something sweet instead of where my mind went with the other idea and this happened. And got out of hand. Not matter! It is done and on to the next! Thanks for reading!
Small reminder that there may not be an update on Sunday, June 2nd. I have no idea how fast I can get my internet reconnected after my move and I can't update without it. But hopefully it won't take too long because I'll die without it D: