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[yasyyah]

IT'S NEXT WEEK???? THE DROP DATE WILL WHAT AT NEXT WEEK?????

YOU'RE- NAHHHHH...

[thorne-kreizler-fanfiction]

MAHAL HELP ME

POV 💙

Hello 💙💙💙 I think you will like a little something from All Is Fair in Love and Trade with Thorin and Ragna - their second meeting from Thorin's POV:

Dain Ironfoot’s stronghold looked as impressive as Thorin remembered, but that hirsute boar, his dear cousin, was nowhere to be seen. As he entered the spacious cavern known as the entrance hall, he was asked to wait together with his entourage. Thorin grunted. That was something new. Since he reclaimed Erebor, no one dared to make him wait; on the contrary. Certainly not when it came to the official welcoming ceremonies (not that Thorin liked them very much, but such gestures were important to his people). But then again, his cousin was never a predictable Dwarf. The King Under the Mountain shrugged. Whatever caused the delay, it would better be worth it.

By Mahal’s beard, it was worth it.

“Welcome to the Iron Hills, your majesty,” a pleasantly deep, feminine purr reached him. A voice that could make even a dead Dwarf’s blood run faster. A voice that he recognized very well.

“Lady Ragna, what a surprise,” he replied, taking a customary bow in response to her perfectly executed curtsey. The perfection lay mostly in the fact that the lady in question managed to tilt her upper body forward in a way that positioned her shapely bosom right in front of his eyes.

Mahal, she was even more alluring than he remembered. They met for the first time a month ago when she conducted a rather intensive round of negotiations and Thorin had to admit that it was the first time when he was close to giving in to her demands. He. The King of the Longbeards yielding to a pretty face. And those ruby red plump lips. And her very shapely ankles he managed to catch a glimpse of one day. And this pair of her voluptuous… 

No. He would not allow himself any distractions now. Fleeting dalliances with willing ladies were a welcome distraction in Erebor. But becoming involved with someone in Lady Ragna’s position while conducting trade negotiations with his wiley cousin was something completely different — not only highly risky, but also too complicated for his taste. Thorin was not one to mix business with pleasure. There was, however, nothing wrong in harmlessly admiring the beauty who stood in front of his eyes with an enigmatic smile on her face. As they exchanged meaningless pleasantries, he came to a conclusion that the elegant gown she wore accentuated her curves quite nicely. The way her hips swayed or the way she played with her hair made him feel like a piece of red-hot iron on an anvil. That revealing bodice did not help either and Thorin found himself contemplating covering every single patch of her exposed skin with kisses.

No. He had to keep his head clear. Even if the enchanting Lady Ragna glanced invitingly at him from under her eyelashes with a sweet, tiny smile. Or rather, a knowing smirk. And then it dawned on him. That minx! She knew very well what she was doing, welcoming him to the Iron Hills in this attire. So that was her game! To distract him, to make him lower his guard, and then to attack at the negotiation table when he least expected it! A clever move — and after the previous round of negotiations he expected nothing less. But if she thought that this would be enough to muddle his brain, she was going to be sorely disappointed. Even though her strategy was bold, Lady Ragna did not seem to take one important into account: two could play this game.

“May I ask where my cousin is?” Thorin decided to regroup and give himself a moment to gather his thoughts.

“Lord Dain sends you his regrets, your majesty, but important defense matters delayed his return,” the temptress replied while Thorin tried not to notice how a stray curl of her hair caressed her collarbone. He ignored the tingling in his fingers.

“What important defense matters?” he frowned. If this was Dain’s way of conveying the message ‘I’m drunk, need to sleep it off, see ye later’, someone here was doing a very bad job.

“There were Orc sightings by our southern border,” Lady Ragna deadpanned.

A short laughter left his lips. Now this peculiar situation started making sense.

“Ah, that’s Dain! He would never miss an opportunity to fight!” he smirked. To be honest, Thorin understood his cousin well. Slaying Orcs instead of sitting in the stuffy council chamber? He would have chosen the same. 

“Is he not to be the one leading the negotiations on behalf of Iron Hills?” he wondered while his eyes lingered on her slender fingers that danced over a necklace at her throat. Then, her fingertips slid down, to the hem of her bodice, and tested between the enticing roundness of her breasts. He swallowed.

“You will be provided with the negotiator he appointed, your majesty,” Lady Ragna batted her eyelashes innocently, but her smirk was far from innocent. Thorin has to employ all of his willpower to stop himself from looking below her face again.

“And who is he, my lady?” He raised his eyebrow.

“She,” Lady Ragna sing-songed, boldly meeting his gaze. “It is me, your majesty.”

That vixen.

The game was on.

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Tagging @linasofia for naughty fun 😈

[iwasbored777]

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[aarafox]

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[tarvalian]

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[graciehart]

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og image + creds under cut ....

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[ilumin]

I'm crying, they're so silly

[seasononesam]

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What the hell was that?

[allthistimeeee]

house whipped out his dick in a restaurant to show his birthmark that's similar to his biological dad's and the dad goes holy shit this bloody lunatic is my son and meanwhile wilson staring at the dick like 👁👄👁

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