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The company was frantically climbing up the surrounding trees while you stayed put, glaring at Azog and his minions. “Y/n! Get up here now!” Thorin ordered. You rolled your eyes, jumping onto a branch, ripping Orcist from his hold and jumping back down.
“Y/N!” He yelled. Azog came before you, holding his club menacingly in his remaining hand.
“Wouldn’t mind defiling you.” He grinned, eyeing you up and down.
“ENOUGH!” You shouted. “I am sick and tired of you!” You pointed to him with Orcist, “I am tired and pissed off, this ends here.” Azog laughed, tossing his head back and bearing his teeth. You released a small chuckle before jumping into the air to kick his face, successfully knocking him off his white wharg. You beheaded the wolf easily, turning your blade to him. “I am sick and tired of your shit.” You said harshly. You punched him hard across the jaw, knocking out a few of his teeth, he growled, thrashing an arm about. You dodged, kicking him swiftly in the gut. The air was knocked from his lungs, then a throbbing pain entered his head. It was most likely caused by the knee you slammed into his cheek.
You flipped your long hair over your shoulder, dragging Azog to the nearest tree.
“Thorin!” He dropped to the ground, seizing Orcist from you. “Please take care of this for me.” He sliced Azog’s head clear off, kicking it off the cliff. You turned fiercely to look at Azog’s now leaderless minions. They eyed you with fear, swiftly turning and riding away. “Some sense of loyalty they have.” You scoffed out. Thorin turned to you with anger blazing in his blue eyes.
“Are you insane?” He bellowed, “Charging on him like that, you’re lucky-”
“I’m lucky that I am pissed off enough! Don’t you add to my fury, Thorin Oakenshield!” You shoved your finger onto his chest, glaring hard.
“You could have died!”
“But I didn’t… honestly I would have thought you’d be proud of me.” You crossed your arms, looking disappointed. The company came down one by one to watch the royal argument.
“I am shocked you didn’t obey my orders, Y/n… that was dangerous.”
“Not obeying your orders or kicking the ever living shit out of our mortal enemy?”
“Y/n! I am becoming fed up of your nonsense!”
“I just want to take a nap and take a bath! Is that so much to ask for!” A few chuckles escaped your audience as they looked on. “You could at least say thank you, I handed him to you on a bloody silver platter.” He sighed rubbing his temples.
“Y/n… honestly, what is wrong with you?”
“You want me to be honest?” You rose your eyebrows, staring at him closely. He nodded. You took a deep breath.
“I’ll give you the answer but I don’t think you’d want me saying it in front of our company.”
“I could care less; I want to know what’s wrong.” He crossed his arms over his chest, Thorin seemed to be expecting something.
“You and I need to have sex.” You deadpanned, completely serious. His look stayed indifferent. “I told you…” You trailed off, the company going silent, looking to Thorin for a reaction.
He stepped closer to you, wrapping an arm around your waist and tossing you over his shoulder.
“If that’s it then, let’s get going.” The dwarves cheered and laughed as Thorin took you into the woods. A sly grin was on your face all the while.