thorin oakenshield. (oakenshielded) wrote in the100, @ 2016-04-17 14:30:00 |
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Thorin was so angry. It’d been awhile since he’d felt this level of fury, especially since he arrived in Mount Weather. To be honest, he’d been quite happy the last few months. It was unusual for him, but it was the case -- he enjoyed making metals and focusing on things other than regaining his homeland. His homeland didn’t exist, after all, so it alleviated a lot of that stress and tension that had been there before. A lot of the peace he’d found had been due to Darcy, and he did not hesitate to acknowledge that fact.
But there was little Thorin Oakenshield loathed worse than the loss of power over himself. He was still very sensitive of it after his experiences with the Arkenstone (and the arrival of the same), and the vulnerability that came from what happened over the last two and a half weeks had him angry enough. It was the details that made it worse, though. He had spent two and a half weeks happily married to an elf.
He was livid.
When they’d first snapped back to themselves in Storybrooke, Thorin had come up with a list of who and where and what he’d be doing when he got back to properly explain his fury. When he actually arrived back to the mountain, though, he’d immediately gone to find Darcy instead.
He found himself outside of her door, where he knocked without hesitation, waiting impatiently for an answer.
With the cleanup from the battle going through the night and with shifts for people, Darcy had been up for a good twenty-four hours before she finally crashed for a few hours in her bed. That sleepy haze was still there when she grumbled her way to the door, hair sticking every which way, one of Thorin’s shirts hanging off her shoulder.
She probably shouldn’t have kept it. It was one of the things left in her room, comfortable and soft, well worn. Giving it back to Kili should have been the answer - but Darcy never usually did things she was supposed to.
So instead she ended up sleeping in it most nights. And when she stumbled back in the morning, having stayed up all night to clean, throwing on what was closest to her.
Which ended up biting her in the ass when she opened her door, bleary eyed and greeting the owner of the shirt.
“Shit.” Okay so, probably not the most charming of greetings, but people who returned didn’t remember anything, right? Darcy cringed, outwardly and inwardly. What if they had assigned him to this apartment? Intake wouldn’t be that mean, surely. Right? Fuck. Now she was going to have to stumble through an apology. And instead she ended up rambling. “Uhhh sorry. You look like somebody I’ve met before- Are you the new roomie? Which, is totally cool, if you are. Not that Alistair will probably appreciate it, all things considered, but like. Hey. Yo. What’s up?”
Thorin’s head ached, the blend of the memories from the last two and a half weeks and the memories of the rest of his life beforehand all blending together in an exhausting way. He was still so angry, but there was a time and place for that and he’d have the chance to release it. For now, his priority was seeing Darcy again. He hadn’t realized how much he’d missed her in the time they were away, and he was angry about that too. How dare whoever was responsible make it so that he would forget the things that mattered to him? Ugh.
But, again, his priority was behind the door. He felt a relieved feeling as she opened the door, disheveled and sleepy as she looked.
He smiled, his eyebrows lifting. “Someone you’ve met before?” he said, a little amused at the wording given their experiences together. “Darcy.” He gave her a once over. “You are wearing my shirt.”
Darcy was still asleep enough that for a minute, she only stood there, comically blinking with her eyes wide. That wasn’t what she expected. But, to be fair, she definitely wouldn’t have been standing there disheveled and wearing his shirt if it was what she was expecting.
Not that he hadn’t seen her in less. Or looking worse. Still
“Is Ashton Kutcher behind you? Is this a prank? Am I being fuckin’ punked?” She cast an angry look behind his shoulder. “Did Kili- Oh god, what’s happening right now?”
As angry as he was and as furious as he still felt, he could focus on nothing but her now. Thorin felt significantly calmer having seen her, and being in her presence made him feel more at home.
Her questions made his brow furrow, but he laughed, a deep rumbling sound in his chest. “I do not know what most of those words mean,” he said. “But… I’m here. We’re back, all of us. Most of us, anyway.”
He reached and pushed a piece of very messy hair from her face and tucked it behind her ear. “Hello.”
“Uhhhhh,” Clearly, her brain was still in the process of catching up, but she did better as he touched her. Well, she managed to not purr anyway, but it was a close thing. Much more of that and she’d end up falling into his arms.
As it was, she was already thinking too hard about him coming to see her right away. They hadn’t exactly been serious relationship in so many words, but she’d missed him like crazy.
As evidenced by the shirt she was wearing.
“Hi. Holy fucknuggets. You’re back and you- Woah. Jane would lose her mind over-” Shaking her head a little, Darcy finally moved back out of the doorway to let him in. And she paused, looking down at the shirt on her way back. “Andddddd you’re right, I’m totally wearing your shirt. Awkward.”
Touching her was for his own sake as well, to ground him in the fact that this was really happening and that the nightmare of Storybrooke was over. And it was such a nightmare, too. She was beautiful, and he’d missed her more than he could comprehend. It’d only hit him over the last few hours, maybe, but that had almost made it worse.
“I’m back,” he said, nodding. He entered her room, moving by him and going to sit on the edge of her bed. “It’s okay,” he said. “It looks far better on you than it does on me, by a great distance. You look beautiful.”
He looked at her. “Are you okay? I heard something of a battle.”
Darcy did a little mock-curtsy in the shirt, tugging at the ends. “Well, I have the benefit of boobs. Boobs make everything better.” Holy shit, how was she not jumping him? … Probably the fact that he wasn’t jumping her, and that he was clearly more sedate than she would’ve expected from someone who returned from death yet again. And actually remembered losing his virginity.
Mentions of the battle had her wincing, though she nodded to reassure him. Nodded while slipping the shirt down to show off the giant purple bruise gracing her shoulder, anyway. “Dude like. You missed the megabattle. Goblins, orcs. They tunneled in from below- Totally brained one with a computer and holy shit those guys smell the literal worst.”
Thorin was on the cusp of jumping her, to be sure. He was restraining himself, but only barely. “You do have that,” he said. “And yes they do.” He was very much enjoying looking at her, a fan of the sight of her in his clothes. That wasn’t something he had a lot of experience with, beyond her. She looked amazing.
The sight of the bruise concerned him and he was back on his feet again, running his rough fingertips over her skin very lightly. He was quiet for a moment as Darcy spoke, his eyes widening. “Goblins and orcs?” He couldn’t believe it. “And you — you killed one? Yourself? With a computer?” He said a low, rumbling curse in his native tongue, very much captivated (and aroused) by the thought.
Darcy barked out a laugh at his surprise, and the swearing she didn’t understand. Well, she assumed it was swearing. It was easy to make that out in any language. “Goblins and orcs, we won, obviously.”
She nudged him back with a push to his shoulder before planting her hands on her hips, raising an eyebrow at his tone. “Try not to sound so surprised though, I’m scrappy as fuck. Do you know how many Dark Elves I’ve killed? Like, a dozen, at least. I knocked out Thor! Never underestimate the power of the Geek with the technology, okay.”
“It is not surprise, I assure you,” Thorin responded, shaking his head, laughing as he was pushed back. “It is appreciation for your ways as a warlord.” He grinned, reaching to cover her hands with his, linking them over her hips and pulling her closer.
“I am so glad that you are safe and that you have managed a great kill,” he said. “But mostly, I am glad to be back. I did not expect to miss this place, but it is very relieving to be returned.” He smiled then, a bit more suggestive and devious in expression, his eyebrow lifting. “So. You beat it over the head with the computer? No other weapons?”
“A warlord. Seriously, keep that up, that’s a good compliment. I like it.” Darcy’s eyes lit up, and her grin turned slightly lecherous as she was pulled in. It was a pretty damn good thing that they ended up being right around the same height, so she lazily draped an arm over his shoulder and tilted her head at him. “Computer, my brute strength. It was amazing, you would’ve been proud.”
As easy as it would’ve been to push him down on the bed and have her way with him, Darcy made no move in to attack him with her face on his face, instead she poked his shoulder with the hand that wasn’t draped across his shoulder. “Were you back home? Do you remember what happened? It’s been like, two and a half weeks, dude.”
“I have more to use beyond warlord,” Thorin responded, grinning still. He was glad to have her close, and the hands on her hips shifted around behind her to pull her closer still as she added more description to her violence against the goblin. “I’m incredibly proud, even for not being here to witness it. Though I truly wish that I had been here to do so.”
He scoffed, making a face when she asked about his experience. “No,” he said. “You know of the place — Storybrooke? We were there. We were given new identities and personalities and new familial connections. We had no memory of being here or of our lives before. It was horrific. I had no beard and my hair was short, and I was married to the bloody Elf.”
“We obviously never would’ve got any other work done,” Darcy pointed out, wiggling her eyebrows suggestively, especially given how they seemed to be molding themselves closer to each other with the passing seconds. “I took some pictures of the carnage though, I’ll totes show you later.”
In fact, she almost reached for her phone just then, but was stopped by his explanation. “Like, Once Upon a Time- That’s-” She’d watched the show like, briefly, through season one when it was available for binge-watching on Netflix, but that was way before she’d ever arrived here. She had to wrack her brain to remember the details. “So like the Evil Queen’s curse but- Ooooooooooh.” For someone who really had nothing against Tauriel (she’d never admit out loud that she liked her, because uh, no.) her eyes widened with the terror of just how bad that situation was.
Horrifically bad. And so up the Evil Queen’s alley. “Oh man, dude. That’s some Maury shit right there.”
“That is an accurate statement,” Thorin said, still grinning in response, their bodies still gradually moving closer. “I look forward to seeing your damage. I’m sure it is vast and violent and gory, in the best of ways.”
He shrugged a shoulder, not familiar enough with the show to know the details of it. He barely knew what they’d experienced, and only had a concept of it all within the last few hours. “I believe so, yes. That sounds correct.” His face soured again.
“It was horrifying,” he said, shaking his head. “And I am very, very angry.” He sighed. “But, I am here now. I can deal with that later.”
Darcy looked at him with a tingling of worry mixed in with pleasure and happiness, knowing that things were likely going to blow up later, especially given how heated his exchanges already were with Tauriel. But maybe, just maybe, she’d be able to soften that up and get him in a better place mentally before he had to deal with that level of bullshit. Not that he didn’t have a pretty damn good reason to be mad, but burning bridges out of anger was a totally valid thing people did in times like this.
“Hey so,” It was her turn to tuck a piece of his hair away from his face, and she followed it by reaching down to tug very gently on his beard. “I missed you.” It was a tiny, small response in return to all he’d said, but held a lot more meaning than you could compact in the three words. Darcy wasn’t the most emotional person in the world, often covering up true caring with joking sarcasm, but shit. She had missed Thorin, and not just as a bed warmer.
Thorin had a nasty temper, and it felt very pent-up from two and a half weeks of being largely complacent and at peace. He felt used and vulnerable, and it was all very infuriating. But all of that did not mean he wasn’t willing and ready to be distracted. He was with Darcy, who he had missed without realizing it, and he didn’t want to focus on all of those things that filled him with rage when he was with her.
He looked at her with a curious expression, then smiled at the words. “I missed you too,” he said, and the words had no less meaning just because he’d had no memory. There was more to them than just what they were, after all. He moved forward, finally kissing her.
Darcy wasted no time wrapping her arms around Thorin’s neck more fully, dragging him in the rest of the way. There was a smile on her lips when they met for a kiss, but she narrowly avoided acting giddy from the high that was there in spades from just a few simple words.
Finally, when she came up for air, she reached around and smoothed a hand over his beard, grinning as she glanced from his mouth to eyes again. “Seriously, I can’t even imagine you clean shaven. Then what would I braid, your chest hair?”
Thorin’s hold on her tightened when she pulled herself closer, his arms firm and a touch possessive. After all, he’d been taken away from her for too long and he didn’t have intentions of being someone’s pawn again if he could help it.
He grinned at her gesture, unable to stave off that feeling of almost giddiness as well. “It was awful,” he said, shaking his head. “I looked ridiculous, like a bare-faced child.” He scoffed. “At least I wasn’t required to regrow it upon return. There would be death if that were the case.”
“Okay so, that part is probably an exaggeration. You could never look like a kid, but point totally taken.” Darcy was well on her way to wincing fully again, thinking about the impact of forcing people into a Storybrooke-like curse. Shit. If Thorin was mad - who admittedly had a temper but for the most part, was pretty even keeled around Darcy - it was undoubtedly going to be a verbal bloodbath for the ones that weren’t able to reign things in.
“Besides, I’m pretty sure you could like, regrow it in a week. But whatever I still prefer it like this.” Tugging again, this time she pulled him in for another kiss. “D’ya need to go see your nephew or do I get to steal you for a few hours? … An hour. Maybe less. Depends on your stamina level.”
“I’d look a young dwarf, though, which is just the same in many ways,” he made a face again, his rage softened by the fact that he was with her but still very much rippling below the surface. Woe to whoever was responsible for the foray into madness. That wasn’t the priority at the moment, though.
“Not to this brilliance, though. That’d take at least two,” he said, smiling as he kissed her. “An hour. No less.”