This came out more as a fluffy confession than a jealousy fic, I hope you don’t mind!-Hart
Pairing: Thorin x Fem!reader
Thorin let out a huff as he dropped his pack down alongside the others. His glare fixed on where you and Bofur sat. Bofur was animatedly telling you a story, his hands flying about as he described Mahal knows what. Your laughter had the king bristling with irritation. You had joined the company shortly after the whole incident with the trolls. Gandalf had gone to retrieve you for your healing skills and come back to find the company in trouble.
Thorin had been shocked at first as you made sure everyone was alright. He thought most dwarrowdams were in the blue mountain. What were you doing here of all places? It wasn’t until Gandalf explained further that he realized you were in fact, human. The King had taken a shine to you as the journey continued. However, it seemed you rather disliked him. If he tried to talk to you he'd only get curt but polite replies. You intentionally avoided him. He thought he was imagining it at first. That is, until he put his suspicions to the test. He had attempted to place his bedroll close to yours twice. Only to return after his watch to find you had moved to the opposite side of the camp.
He thought that you might simply be intimidated by him. Yet you spoke to Dwalin and Gloin without any fear. You didn't shy away from anyone else in the company. He wasn’t sure what he had done to earn your hatred, but he wanted so earnestly to make amends.
“Y/n, may I speak with you?” Thorin called. Bofur patted your shoulder, telling you to find him once you were done talking with the king. You gave a nervous smile as Thorin sat down across from you.
“Is everything alright?” You asked, picking at a string on the edge of your sleeve cuff. A nervous habit that left your poor sleeve partially frayed.
His comment made your stomach lurch. Had he figured out that Kili and you had accidently torn a hole in one of his shirts? No, he seemed more serious than angry.
“I’m not sure what I have done to make you afraid of me, but please tell me. I do not want you to feel unsafe in my company,” He explained softly. You blinked, uncertain you had heard him right.
“I’m not scared of you, Thorin,” you said, keeping your gaze on your lap. Your poor cuff would need to be mended again soon. Thorin’s frown only deepened when he noticed your anxious tic.
“Yet you refuse to look me in the eye.”
Your cheeks burned at his remark. He did have a point there. Although it had nothing to do with fear. Quite the opposite. You had fallen for the King of the mountain. The only problem was you were painfully shy when it came to these kinds of feelings. Which is why you had been so carefully avoiding him.
“It isn’t because I’m afraid of you, and I do feel safe when you’re around,” you replied, lifting your gaze.
“Then why is it?” He asked, his eyes full of sincerity. Why did he have to look at you like that? So tenderly and kind. It wasn’t helping you in the slightest. You sat quietly as you searched for the words. Your voice came out quiet and shaky when you finally spoke.
“Er, well. It’s because I'm rather fond of you.”
Now it was his turn to be shocked.
You wrung your hands, speaking a mile a minute as you tried to recover from that timid confession.
“I didn’t mean to make you think I was avoiding you! I was just so nervous to be around you. I was afraid i’d make a fool of myself. I’m sorry,” you blurted out. He took your hand in his. Giving it a gentle squeeze to calm you.
“It’s alright, to be honest I’m glad. I thought Bofur had stolen your heart,” he chuckled. You smiled at the thought. Sure, Bofur and you were close. However, as much as you adored the dwarf you couldn’t see yourself being courted by him.
“He’s the one that said I should try and tell you. He’s been pushing me for weeks, not to mention your nephews. They’ve threatened more than once to tell you themselves if I didn’t stop avoiding you,” you said, absentmindedly rubbing your thumb against the back of his hand.
“Kili and Fili have a tendency to be overbearing,” he agreed. You both sat in a comfortable silence as the words sunk in. That you two had been tip toeing around one another for ridiculous reasons. Thorin cleared his throat, a faint blush dusting his cheeks. Mahal, how did you make him so weak?
“If I may, would you allow me to court you? I’m afraid I don’t have any proper gifts, but I promise I will make you one,” he said helping you to your feet. You nodded, your hand still intertwined with his as you headed towards camp.
“If we don’t start courting, i’m afraid the company will tie us to a tree until we confess again,” you laughed. He shook his head at the thought.
“It wouldn’t be so terrible so long as it was you I was stuck with.”
