#thorin x dragonborn

[zoozvie]

Imagine: a Dragonborn in The Hobbit

With my poor memory of Tolkien lore, my love for D&D, and just fantasy in general, I've been thinking about a Dragonborn reader going on the adventure to the Lonely Mountain with the dwarven company + 1 Burglar, and sometimes a Wizard.

Please be chill about semantics, I'm so terribly sleep-deprived.

I like to imagine Reader as a Dragonborn can shift and phase through how much of a dragon they look like. Their more human form makes them look odd, something is still strange about them, but most don’t know they’re hiding something unless they are receptive to magical concealment.

Reader is picked up and tagged along with the company shortly before they reach the elven woods, so the dwarves are wary of them because of what has happened to their bloodline involving dragons. Thorin is the least trusting, accusing them and being nitpicky about how they are with the party.

Thranduil is also not pleased with a dragon walking among the dwarves when they get captured in the Mirkwood forest, because of his own history. He can see through their lie to conceal themselves very quickly.

The elves put them on the spot when Thorin and Thranduil are bickering and Thorin is also intrigued by the interrogation.

Their response is more so, “Would you look at yourselves, see how well you get along because you both hate dragons?”

When questioned if they will turn on the dwarves, and the elves then after, because of the temptation of gold in the lonely mountain they reassure that gold is not their fascination, and they have no interest in keeping it. 

Everyone gets into it about dragon hordes, and yes they’re dragon-like but not wholly a dragon, and yes they collect things but a massive hoard is too overkill they prefer something more personal. 

This forces them to show everyone a sachet hanging from their belt pouch containing smooth and bright-colored stones, sea shells, and things you’d find on the ground. The Dragonborn is very uncomfortable doing this and gets quiet and grumbly, eyes calculating where everyone is around their “hoard”.  (While traveling on this adventure, an acorn Bilbo gives them is added to the sachet, to remember him by)

This is only step one of proving to the others that Dragonborns are not entirely dragons, everyone makes their own choices and has their path in life so we should just not assume someone’s entire character based on their birth, right? Hopefully, the Dragonborn can get through to everyone so they'll at least calm down enough to lessen the tension. Or else this will indeed be a long, long journey.

(Bonus points if Reader sings the Misty Mountain song, as an offering to show that they’ll stand by the dwarves)

[shy-blue-blossom]

Dragonborn

Thorin

Thorin Oakenshield hated dragons.

All dwarves knew this. Bilbo Baggins knew this early on once he joined the company. There was nothing or no one that would change his mind on them. Dragons only cared about the hoard of treasure they collected or took from others.

It was a sunny day as the company travelled on. Throin was in front with Dwalin and Balin. Kili and Fili were in the back as they joked about. Bofur was about to tell them to stop, but Fili stopped and turned to look to the side.

"What's up with you?" Kili asked as he looked around.

"I thought I saw something," Fili answered as they caught up to the group.

However, before Kili could make a joke, he saw something in the tree line. A warg jumped the company as he went to point it out. Another two wargs came from the sides. Orcs were not far behind them. The company were surprised at how many orcs had caught them off guard. Some of them were cornered. Ori was about to get caught in the back when someone or something jumped on the orc and growled at it.

This got the attention of the dwarves and other orcs. The orcs advanced on the interrupter while the dwarves helped with the stragglers. It did not take long for the orcs to be defeated if they did not retreat.

Ori's rescuers stood and watched the orcs retreat before they turned to the dwarves. It was only a little girl. They noticed her eyes were gold with slits. She had scales that retraced and disappeared. She smiled at them as they looked at her before she turned and began to walk back into the woods.

"Excuse me, miss?" Balin called to her. The little girl turned to him but did not attempt to get closer to them. "Why did you help up?" Balin asked.

"I noticed their presence following you. The lookouts at the back were messing around. Gandeld talked about you. I thought I would help," She answered. Before she could continue her way into the woods, she was stopped again.

"How do you know Gandelf?" It was Bofur who had asked this.

"He teaches me different things. He taught me how to talk," The little girl faced them as she spoke.

"What are you?" Thorin asked after a moment of silence.

"A creature you do not like, so I will leave before I cause you any discomfort,"

"You do not look like anything I dislike," Thorin quickly said.

"I'm a dragonborn. I am one of the few left," The little girl said as she watched Thorin for his reaction.

"I did not know dragons could shift into humans," Balin said as he noticed Thorin tense. The girl shook her head.

"I am dragonborn, not a dragon. Dragonborn can only grow claws or scales to protect themselves. It is why the dragons hunted us," This caught all their attention.

"Who looks after you when Gandalf is travelling?" Bilbo asked, worried as he had not heard anyone calling a name.

"I look after myself," She put it simply.

"What's your name?" Thorin once again spoke after silence.

"Y/n,"

"Why don't you join us? We may come across other dragonborn you can join. If we don't you can stay with us." This shocked the members of the company.

Y/n agreed to join them. Fili and Kili were the first she warmed up to. The rest of the company warmed up to her and were surprised when she chose to sleep next to Thorin each night. They continued to the lonely mountain and had fun teaching y/n along the way.

She showed them the different things she could do as a dragonbron. Fili and Kili tried to use this information for pranks on the others. Y/n did not mind but would not help them prank Thorin. At first, they thought she was scared of him but that quickly was proven wrong when she sat on his lap without asking him. They watched Thorin's and y/n's interactions as they got closer and closer to the lonely mountain.

When they reached the mountain, Thorin decided to stay together instead of splitting up. This most likely saved all three of them. He realised what he needed to do once he had defeated Azog. Fili smiled at his uncle when he was okay with the idea he had.

Y/n was talking with Gandalf and Bilbo when he found them. He stopped when he caught their conversation.

"You found other dragonborns?" Gandalf nodded at this question. "And you can take me to them if I want to go?" Thorin's heart almost stopped at this.

"I can take you as soon as you want to go," Gandalf told y/n.

"What if I want to stay with Thorin, Fili and Kili, Bofur, Bomber and Mister Dwalin and Balin," Gandalf cut her off.

"I will not take you away if you do not want to go," Y/n smiled at Gandalf.

"I would love to have you here y/n," Thorin decided to let speck up.

He had a big smile on his face when she turned to him. She wore a matching smile as she took off to him. He caught her in a hug when she jumped at him. They agreed that Thorin would be her father. The company members were happy that she would be staying with them.

The one thing that Thorin thought was never going to happen did.

He has a dragonborn daughter.

He could not be prouder.

The end.

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Masterlist

[esta-elavaris]

Day 1 - "I've got you." - Thorin Oakenshield/OC - tumblr / AO3

Day 2 - Family, friends, loved ones - Aemond Targaryen/OC - tumblr / AO3 Day 3 - "You love me?" "I always have." - Papa Emeritus IV/OC - tumblr / AO3

Day 4 - Cinderella Moment - Aemond Targaryen/OC - tumblr / AO3

Day 5 - X + 1 - Brynjolf/F!Dragonborn - tumblr / AO3

Day 6 - Hot Chocolate - James Norrington/OC - tumblr / AO3

Day 7 - Porch Swing - James Norrington/OC - tumblr / AO3

Day 8 - Rainy Day - Theodore Groves/OC - tumblr / AO3

Day 9 - Massage - James Norrington/OC - tumblr / AO3

Day 10 - Playing With Hair - James Norrington/OC - tumblr / AO3

Day 11 - Sweet Tooth - Cullen Rutherford/F!Inquisitor - tumblr

Day 12 - Fire & Ice - Aemond Targaryen/OC - tumblr / AO3

Day 13 - Reading Together - James Norrington/OC - tumblr / AO3

Day 14 - "I hate it." "No you don't." - Cutler Beckett/OC - tumblr / AO3

Day 15 - Emergency, Confession, Adventure - Jack Sparrow/OC - tumblr

Day 16 - Singing Each Other to Sleep - Thorin Oakenshield/OC - tumblr / AO3

Day 17 - Encouraging Someone to Achieve a Goal - Eddie Munson/OC - tumblr Day 18 - "Did you plan for this to happen?" - James Norrington/OC - tumblr / AO3

Day 19 - Keeping Someone Safe - Vilkas/F!Dragonborn - tumblr / AO3

Day 20 - Wearing Each Other's Clothing - Boromir/OC - tumblr / AO3

Day 21 - Swoon - James Norrington/OC - tumblr / AO3

Day 22 - Picking - Boromir/OC - tumblr / AO3

Day 23 - Trinket - James Norrington/OC - tumblr / AO3

Day 24 - [Melting Emoji] 🫠 - Aemond Targaryen/OC - tumblr

Day 25 - Nook - Cullen Rutherford/F!Inquisitor - tumblr

Day 26 - Fireplace - Boromir/OC - tumblr / AO3

Day 27 - Outdoor Event - Cullen Rutherford/F!Inquisitor - tumblr

Day 28 - Soothing Touch - Ulfric Stormcloak/F!Dragonborn - tumblr / AO3

Day 29 - "Hey, wake up!" - James Norrington/OC - tumblr / AO3

Day 30 - Self-worth / Self-love - James Norrington/OC - tumblr / AO3

Day 31 - "You told your parents?" - Arthur Morgan/OC - tumblr / AO3

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[bitkahuna]

WIP Fanfictions:

Masterlist of the seven fanfictions I’m currently writing. Will be updated as progress is made!!

To see my published fanfictions, go here to my AO3

Green fics are being actively worked on while orange fics are touched less consistently. Blue are actively being published and are a priority.

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1) Thorin Oakenshield x Bilbo Baggins - Lord of the Rings & The Hobbit - Cultural differences being abound as an innocent Hobbit is corrupted by our favorite dwarven king. (NSFW, gay, corruption kink)

2) Harry Potter x Draco Malfoy - Harry Potter book and movie franchises - An entire fucking rewrite of the book series where Harry is far more proactive and more of a BAMF in trying to not only thwart, but also go on the offense in the war between good and evil, as well as his life after. (NSFW, gay, portrayals of addiction, graphic violence, death and murder (but it’s only the bad guys cause I’m only capable of writing happy endings))

3) Julian Bashir x Elim Garak - Star Trek: Deep Space 9 - post-Dominion war ... it's incredibly fucking complicated. Nearly a decade ago, Julian Bashir, along with 12 other augmented children were rescued from a secret base on an asteroid, rehabilitated, and given the chance at real lives. When Dr. Zimmerman boards the DS9 having already realized Julian is an augment, Starfleet creates the lie that it was done by his parents in order to save face for the fact that they knew Julian was an augment before he ever even enrolled at the academy. But when the truth begins to come out, Garak is quite fascinated by just how good a liar Julian actually is.

4) Reader x Dr. T’Ana - Star Trek: Lower Decks - A dying cryo-ship is stumbled upon by the USS: Cerritos with only a single human aboard. Dr. T’Ana finds herself suspicious of the woman born four hundred years ago as her crumbling relationship with Shaxs leads her to a queer crisis.

5) Reader x Cicero - Elder Scrolls X: Skyrim - After the final battle against Alduin, something went wrong. Very wrong. The Dragonborn should not have been able to absorb Alduin’s soul. Yet, she did. What happens when the souls of a Dragonborn and a demigod combine?

6) Reader x Asterion - Baldur’s Gate III - The Nautiloid slipped from world to world, dimension to dimension, and universe to universe with all the ease of a cockroach squirming under a door. Until, shortly before the events leading to its crash, it crashed through the realm of the goddess of dreams, accidentally taking the goddess and resetting her to a weakened mortal form.

7) Sam x Gabriel - Supernatural - After Jack resets the world, all seems normal. Dangers are still abound, but not nearly as serious as they once were. A powerful mage trying to find eternal youth has popped up on the Winchester’s radar, but after investigating and finding the perp, Sam is hit with the interrupted magic ritual and is reverted back to who he was in his college days. Unfortunately for him, a certain trickster archangel was also resurrected by Jack. Even more unfortunate, Sam was quite the asshole in college. Just the kind that Gabriel had always taken a particular joy in humbling.

[tubbyliltuna]

.The more you learn, the less you know // the hobbit x dragonborn. (1/?)

This here is a story, a rough, horrible, piece of work that needs to be shredded. But I cannot get the idea of a Dragonborn in middle earth out of my head. I can’t, so I’m doing this. It needs work, improvement, lots of work and improvement, but I’m getting this out of my head. Thx.

It’s really long, because i’m a horrible hoe for details and such. Also, Hermaeus is in this, and he does talk, but just remember it’s a slow talk. But he is my favorite Daedric prince, ngl.

Warning: self-hate, PTSD, the usual stuff a person would suffer from what I’m sure we all put our Dragonborn through while playing Skyrim.

Description: It was all suppose to be over - she had sealed all her deals, repaid all her debts, returned all of her favors no matter how dark. Her days of adventuring and dragon slaying were finished. Unfortunately, even after both wars, peace was never to be found in Skyrim. Not with a prince who forever craved knowledge of the unknown, and who a better scavenger than the Dovahkiin herself?

                                                          ❤️

                                      Chapter One: Radioactive.

It always snowed. It always stormed. The sun never shone through the grey clouds that drowned out the sky like a thick, dirty ocean, except for today it seemed. It was incredibly depressing, though she preferred to stick around this dreadful town. Why? Perhaps because it wasn't the only one practically in ruins these days, and as she bent down to gently run her fingers over a fresh print – a subtle warmth radiating off it – in the deep snow, she hummed in her chest at the thought. They still hadn't cleaned up the wreckage after that civil war. It was also the only place she seemed to really find peace among the world. She cared not for bustling cities, or large crowds, or loud atmosphere's, no, unless she was called to one on duty (not that it would ever happen again. It had been quiet the while since she had been summoned anywhere). Standing back up, she reached her arm to her back and plucked an arrow from her quiver, her pale blue eyes like a bolt of thunder trailed over the tip of the small spear, and the topaz colored glass glistening like a gem in the morning rays that poured through the thinning pine trees. The area was good for hunting, and that was how she spent her time. The forest may have been blanketed in snow ninety percent of the time, but it was still busy with life – new and old – and a variety of fruits even if they were mostly berries, nuts, and ingredients. Speaking of berries, she caught the color of blood peaking from the corner of her eye, and a smirk came over her face as she would remember the path she walked to come back later, but as of now, as her feet sank into the white land with a soft crunch, she continued onwards, gripping loosely to her bow and arrow. She was on a mission. A delicate one.

A snort, a gentle and calming noise came from her side and she stopped, turning her head very slowly, a few flakes of built up snow dropped from her hood, and she saw her prey; a beautiful a healthy Buck, it's rack at least 8 points high. Not only could she get a good amount of stock from it, but she could get a fair price for its head on a mantle. Not that money was a matter, more like a pass-time. She was quiet the collector; gems, ancient weapons, armor, you name it. Settling down further in her spot, she watched with narrowed eyes as the animal's ears twitched backwards, obviously hearing a sound it didn't like and its head shot up, causing her breath to halt and it felt as though everything around her stopped. No, her life didn't depend on this, not at all, but she had her reasons that this was so important to her. Waiting, listening to the sound of her strong heart pounding in her ears, she was so still with her eyes wide that she could almost feel the mixed blood in her veins flow and pump along with her heart, making her whole body feel as though it was shaking. It felt like an hour that she sat with small diamonds glittering down from the sky, and the feel of the warm sun beating down onto her black clothing making her sweat, but it had only been a few seconds, and she heard the majestic animal chewing again. Perhaps it was a good thing she was part Wood Elf, or she would have had to train harder to hear such things. Put into action once more, she quietly docked her bow, and took her shot – a flash of topaz crossed the woods, the sound of the small but deadly shaft buzzing past each tree, and the buck and birds screaming as the beast fell to the forest floor with an encouraging noise.

With a smile, she stood, though she felt guilty as it laid on the ground writhing in pain, crying out for help from its kin or the like. So, with a faster pace, she pulled out a small blackened and worn dagger from her thigh and struck the beast down, silencing it and sending its peaceful soul back home. Sheathing her dagger, she let her hands fall to her side for only a moment, letting the sounds of the forest flow through her pointed ears. Sometimes it was strange to her how things to could go back to moving as though nothing had ever happened, even with the fact a woodland creature had just been slaughtered in front of any surrounding animal's eyes. The circle of life was cruel thing. Reaching down and wrapping her gloves hand around the plush neck of the lifeless corpse, she slowly lifted it up with an inhuman strength, the muscles in her arm rippling and shaking, straining to hold the dead weight in the air before her. She tilted the head to one side, then to the other, examining it with guilty eyes. But it was all for a good reason. "Fear not – you did not die in vain, Beast," she murmured, crouching down slightly and maneuvering so it rested across the span of her back and over her shoulder, and she stood up as straight as she could with a grunt. It would be an agonizing trek, but her destination was not too far from her location.

Beginning her walk, she clutched onto the carcass with a tight grip, dodging trees, roots and, various plants as she slowly walked back down-hill. The tri-blood knew she didn't have to make this journey alone, she could have easily bought a companion with her, but that would defeat the purpose of her 'get-away plan' or her 'vacation' as her apprentice prefers to call it. The poor boy never understood why she felt the need to get away; Winterhold was not even big enough to consider a town (though the boy barely called it a village himself), and the College barely had any activities or anyone new coming. He was a good man, she couldn't deny, Onmund had helped through several things and even when she was a student, she remembered how he fought along-side of her when she needed it. Even now, he had pledged to her, especially the few times she had saved his life when he was reckless with their travels. The young mage had seen things he would never forget, and his blood pumped for adventure like a true Nord, but that was not her… not much anymore. The same could not be said for Tolfdir, unfortunately, as talented as her Master Wizard was, the older man wanted absolutely nothing to do with their childish ways and preferred to stay at the College and keep a watch over the students, the professors and, the town. Though, like the younger Nord, he understood what the tri-blood had been through and the inability to stay settled in one place for too long (even though there had been several times Tolfdir had mumbled under his breath that if he had traveled all over Skyrim and back he would prefer to sleep for a year and never set a foot outside his door unless it was for stock and food, something to which she would always laugh at), but in the end he would touch her shoulder and giver her his blessing, telling her to come back in one piece for several reasons; he was too old to handle the college as Arch Mage, he would miss her far too much, and he certainly didn't want Onmund in charge (the poor boy would always get flustered and defensive at that).

Wrapped up in her thoughts, she realized she had finally arrived at the steps leading up the hill to her small cabin. It was a homey little place, just enough space to live comfortable and keep everything she needed, unlike her quarters at the college that contained … well, all her belongings; her armors, her gems, her books, her weapons, and her … special artifacts. Trekking up the stairs, she stopped dead at the door, squinting her eyes at the sound of multiple thuds inside of the small house. There seemed to be a pause before each one, followed by a disgusted grumble. Looking side-to-side and once behind her, she unsheathed her dagger and gripped It in her hand before kicking the door open. It must have been a sight to see to whoever was in there because they let out a painful noise, followed by the sound of several things hitting the floor; a woman cloaked in all black, a large Beast on her back and a powerful dagger in her hand, and the blinding sunlight flooding the main room. Moving quickly into the room, she shut the door and dropped the Beast. The sound of its skull sent a terrifying crack throughout the room, but before she could act, the dagger was slapped from her hand and thrown into the fire as her vision – no, the room filled with multiple black spots and – "One, I find it absolutely astonishing and quiet offensive you would use a Daedric blade in defense against me, and two … " the monotone voice drug out before it completely cut off, and bright blue eyes bet a single burning yellow one, that of a cat or Kahjit. "Venison, again, Dovahkiin? And here I thought the warrior of the world would at least know a thing or two about a… healthy diet," the voice almost mused, although one who did not know better would guess he did not care at all about the conversation. "Or did that part of yourself die away along with Verulus? Hmmm….?"

To anyone else, it should have seemed strange – scratch that, terrifying, disgusting, revolting, and the list could go on in the Dragonborns mind, to see nothing but a black mass of shadows in the air as though it were stretching across the wall, pale-green tentacles crawling and slithering out and circling around nothing but a large golden eye with a slit pupil. Do not get her wrong, every time she simply laid eyes on Hermaeus, she had to continuously tell herself not to vomit all over a Daedric prince. That would surely end her life into an eternity of being hunted by Hericine himself, or even worse… living her life in Hermaeus Mora's library taking care of his damned books. But aside all of that, the blue-eyed female sighed, turning around to her kill once more, so easily turning her back to one of the most dangerous entity's to ever exist in all Tamriel. "That was once," she mumbled, lifting her catch in both arms with a grunt to throw it up onto the clearing on her wooden table. "I no longer have the ring in my possession anyhow." the tri-blood huffed out, slowly running her hands over the hardening fur on the dead animal, almost as though she were petting it. It calmed her somehow. Maybe she should get a pet…

"It's under your bed, actually. "

She froze, the muscles under her eyes twitching slightly in annoyance at her visitor. Honestly, out of all the dark Princes and Princesses that she had met in her life-time, or the one that seemed to be most interested by her had to be him. Why couldn't it have been someone like Clavicus that was mildly interesting, or Sheogorath the mad who tended to make her laugh, or Vaermina who would want nothing to even do with her after the whole 'skull' incident. No, she got the walking dictionary of all Tamriel, and Divines knows where else. Sighing, she grit her teeth together in annoyance and gripped onto the wooden table a little tighter. "What, do, you, want?" she bit out, holding her tongue from telling him exactly how she felt about him.

It was almost immediately that she felt something slimy and wet slap across the back of her head, and the brunette had to hold back her gag reflexes. "Speak to me in such tone – hold your tongue, Dovahkiin!" the voice seemed almost stern that time, like talking to a child who was stepping over a line that their parent drew. "Or do you forget who so graciously helped you survive Miraak? Or are you already forgetting things in your old age? Interesting, really, the minds of you humans… how important and fragile your brains are…" Then he tapped, the very tip of his tendril poking her temple, and it sent a large shiver down her spine, goosebumps breaking out over her paled skin.

Akatosh, Talos, Divines, help her.

The Dragonborn sighed deeply. "Not that you did it out of the kindness of your heart, because I'm more than sure you don't actually have one – "

"I'm summoning you on a favor," He cut her off immediately, looking over his tendril like he had hands, fingers, and nails he was observing like some high-and-mighty Jarl who was getting bored with the whole situation. She wouldn't doubt if he was, cutting straight to the point like he did. Not many of these Daedric beings enjoyed beating around the bush. A lot of them cut straight to the point, and while she could appreciate that, sometimes these bastards could just be rude-

Wait, what? Favor? A favor!?

Something inside of her snapped, or was it the table seeing as she held a piece of ragged wood in her hand, turning around to face the dazed-off Prince. "What favor!?" she shouted, her voice rumbling in question and the ugly eye slid from the small mountain of books her had created over to her. "I already did your favor back in Solstheim. You murdered it – him, remember?"

If Hermaeus had both eyes, he probably would have rolled them, but no, instead he rolled all of them, even the small ones doting the black mass and it was the second most disgusting thing the Dragonborn had ever watched. "Of course, I remember. He was very useful."

"Then your trip was wasted," she growled, her chest rumbling like thunder. It never failed to sicken her at how easily these beings could murder someone for their own selfish reasons, but what right did she have to act all righteous about it? How many times had she killed simply to live? To make money? Or perhaps even for nothing when she had simply gotten an order? The war… all the men and women she slaughtered in the name of Ulfric Stormcloak and a free Skyrim. Two things she wanted to damn away for so long. Damn the Nords, damn the Thalmor, the legion, all the gods – Daedric or not. Sometimes she hated them all, and it was almost in those times she could understand why Alduin wanted to rid this world of every race except for their own and Akatosh, or enslave the mortals that would serve him. But then, she remembered her friends; the Companions, the College, the Blades, the Thieves Guild, even some of her brother and sisters in armor that battled beside her, and she remembered why she fought for this world. Everything deserved a second chance. Though sometimes she thought the world would never change, no matter what she had done for it. It wasn't that she wanted everyone to know of her good deeds… it was just, she wanted them to realize what could have been and that they need to… well, change.

"You fail to understand, Dovahkiin," came a horrendous whisper that chilled her to the bones, and the fire in her hearth flickered fiercely before dying, and her world was cast into shadows. The only thing she could see was a golden eye staring her down, the iris shimmering in the faint sunlight like a pool of melted gold. Had it been anything else before her, it would have entranced her, drawing her in, but a raging fire burned inside the pit of her stomach and it grew ever more, lapping at her immortal heart. Her icy eyes screamed death, and held no fear as the sound of metal clicked against metal, her long sword unsheathing. The cold steel glimmered in the scarce light from her windows as the tip pointed only inches from his eye. She couldn't kill the bastard, but dammit, she could send the old fool back his library in Oblivion. "It wasn't a choice."

"Fid zey zek wah Sovngarde, Sivaas." (Send me back to Sovngarde, Beast.)

She couldn't really die anyway.

[thorinthehottotty]

Dwemer or Dwarrow - Part 1

A/N: Based on semi-true events in my skyrim.

Summary: Thorin's found himself in skyrim. These are his adventures.

Warnings: cursing

"Honestly, I've always been told the Dwemer were extinct," you offer gently, not wanting to offend the small man.

"We are called Dwarrow where I'm from," he snarls through his perfect teeth.

"Dwarrow?" You repeat and nod. "Alright fair enough." You turn back to the fire, twisting the salmon on your spike slowly. It's an awkward silence for a long moment as he stews in his rage.

Finally, he breaks it. "What happened to make them go extinct here?"

"To be honest, I'm not sure. Dwemer- ah, er, Dwarrow ruins, don't sit well with me. Draugers I can handle, the damn machines are a pain in the ass to destroy."

"Machines?"

"Yeah. Your people are quite the craftsmen. Protecting their secrets even after their fall. I peeked at some crossbow schematics that I retrieved for an acquaintance back in the Dawnguard."

"Dawnguard?"

"Vampire hunters." Thorin sighs. In his world there were no such thing. His first occurrence with them enough to make him hate them like the folk of Skyrim.

"I'd like to visit some of these ruins," he admits. You give him a groan and a glare.

"I didn't sign up to be your tour guide, ya know," you puff out. In good conscious, you couldn't abandon him to that fate. "Whatever. I'll take you."

"Where is the capital for these ruins. We should start there." You wince at that.

"Ohhhh... About that..." You trail off, glare turning sheepish.

Thorin raises an eyebrow, preparing for your next words, but somehow, he was never prepared. Next you'd be telling him that the city had sunken into the Earth like a living fortress.

"I'm kind of wanted in Markarth, like... Really, really badly wanted."

"By the guard? Or those cultists that are after you? Or the Thalmor?" It was too hard for him to keep up with everyone who wanted you dead. It might be easier to list off the ones who were your friends. Between the shifty cat folk that often deal potent moonsugar potions and those uglier than normal elves, Thorin thinks he'll keel over from a heart attack before he gets home.

"The city guard, there was an... Incident."

With a sigh, Thorin lowers his head into his hand. He murmured something in his native tongue. "What's the bounty on you there?" When you didn't answer, Thorin glances to find your lips pursed as you focus on the fish cooking over the fire. "Y/N."

"Well... Something like... Ten thousand gold?" Thorin is baffled by this.

"TEN THOUSAND GOLD!? WHAT IN MAHAL'S NAME DID YOU DO? DEVOUR CHILDREN?"

"No!" You protest weakly, "it's a long story."

"Well, start telling it."

You give a whine and finally seem to decide your food is finished. "Alright. So the moment I enter the city gates, there is an inn and a two little shops. This man sweeps in out of no where, murders a woman, and then I kill him. People are going on about the Forsworn, hysterias breaking out, its a mess." Thorin settles in, knowing you're on your way for another dramatic rendition of your life. "This guy comes up and gives me this note that I 'dropped', obviously I didnt. It tells me to meet him at the Shrine. I get stopped on my way to meet him by this priest. We break into some abandoned house that's been used for something weird- aaaaaand that's not that important, I get it. Deadra, blah, blah, murder, blah, blah, I won the gods favor by beating this jackass priest screwing with his shrine, the works."

He hates to admit but he finds her stories pretty amusing. Even the dark ones.

"So turns out the city is corrupt. I got framed for murder. Befriended the Forsworn king and his enormous orc bodyguard in prison. Shivved a guy. Broke out of prison, accidently killed a guard. Then I had to kill a whole bunch of guards. And now everytime I go back my bounty goes up a lot."

"Why don't you pay your crimes off. You've got plenty of money."

"I was saving it for a house in Markarth, thank you." Thorin gives a groan of frustration.

"You have two houses already, just serve your time. Besides, how are you supposed to buy a house in a city you're wanted in?" She purses her lips at him, looking like she's debating smacking him. His 'tour guide' was his best hope for navigating this strange and dangerous world.

"If I go back, who's to say you're not going ot ruin into some dangerous ruins by yourself." The two of you glare each other down for a long moment. You emphasize your point by biting into your salmon.

Thorin debates for a moment. Despite everything, you'd proven yourself in many ways. A talented warrior, a good friend, and proved to be tender hearted. Truly you were a problem solver. He wasn't the only one you'd helped. He watched you give children homes, help perfect strangers and even stop to help farmers. You were always his best option. Yes, he wanted to go home as soon as possible, but getting there unscathed would be where his problem lie.

"I suppose your right. I'd really prefer not to go back to jail. Everyone wants to fight the dovakin, you know? Especially in prison." You laugh to yourself and he frowns.

"Dovakin?"

"You know... Dragonborn?" Thorin feels a deep sense of unease fill him at that title.

"I do not." You pulled a face, something akin to embarressment.

"You're not going to like this..." You nibble lightly on your salmon, avoiding his gaze. All he was imagining now was you birthing his child covered in scales. Did he say his? No. No, he did not. "So... I am the first one in centuries, but I have... dra...ood."

"Do not mumble." You wince and glance up at him.

"I have dragon blood."

"What does that mean?" He demands, glaring you down.

"I am born with the natural ability to shout." He'd heard that term before. He was unsure he understood it's full meaning. "The dragons have their own language. Each of their words give me the ability to do each of them. You could potentially learn them too but it takes years."

"So any new word you learn you gain magic automatically?"

"It's not so simple..." You turn fully toward him, looking ashamed. "I... I have to absorb a dragon soul for each word..." He watches you, unsure of how to react.

"Absorb?"

"I HAVE TO EAT A DRAGON SOUL OKAY? IT JUST KIND OF SUCKS INTO MY BODY LIKE LOUD LIGHT AND THEN I CAN DO SHIT OTHERS CAN'T!" Oh... That was... Different. Though he's more curious than angry now and his slow nod seems to relax you.

"Like what?" You sigh and stand up.

"This is the most basic I can show you. It's called unrelenting force," and you turn away, a deep breath in an then... You shout.

He can even see it, the edges glowing blue with magic. It's loud, like thunder clapping in his face and when it hits a dead tree the trunk breaks apart, the whole thing falls, crumbling down. He's awed, finding himself smiling.

He'd never been so attracted to anyone. Here you were, a dragon-soul-eating, prison-breaking, big hearted moron dressed in dragonbone armor and dear god was he falling in love with you.

"I normally don't shout for people, consider yourself lucky," you pout, dropping down onto your log and nibbling disinterestedly at your food.

"What other shouts do you have?"

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A Living Legend

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Two Left Feet

Movie Night

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A Moment of Redirection

Hello From the Other Side

Food for the Dead

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Fic or Treat 2019

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Again and Again

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I am Not a Morning Person

Train Song

Autumn’s Child

The Tower

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