Thorin knows this to be falsehood. In truth, Thranduil was only occasionally insufferable. Their jokes, jests, anger at merely what the other is could go too far. Thranduil had crossed a line earlier. Mocking him in such a way in front of the Elvish court... Nearly unforgivable to make him look a fool like that.
The simplest of touch stills the anger brooding in him. In some ways, that only made it worse. He was supposed to be upset, not easily swayed by the slightest attention from him! He relaxes under the touch only to stiffen once more. A dark look is given to Thranduil's frown. ]
[Thranduil is somewhat relieved when he feels the tightness in Thorin's shoulders ease slightly as he passes by him, but then he feels his husband stiffen once more, and he feels his heart sink. Truthfully, he has no idea what has upset the dwarf so, and the fact that he's being blamed for it makes him want to bristle in response.
However, Thranduil has been married once before, and he knows better than to let the situation escalate so easily.
Settling himself on the end of the bench Thorin is sitting on, he turns to his husband and reaches out to cover those square hands with one of his.]
[ His words were cold and angry but without venom. He did still love this elf, for whatever reason. Thorin would remind himself of this fact later, when he was not trying to win an argument. He does look to Thranduil as he speaks. ]
[Thranduil is visibly taken aback by this accusation, his brows drawing together as he leans away slightly, his confusion writ plain across his face.]
I did what? [He does not remember making a fool of his husband in front of the assembled court, but though his memory is still as good as it ever was, perhaps he had missed something. Thorin is very touchy at the best of times, and it is possible he managed to offend his overblown sense of pride without meaning to.] When?
Two days prior. Silencing me as if I were a subject to command.
[ It's a pride that is very easily bruised with all that he has been through, all that he had to fight for to claim his mountain once more.
Thranduil had a full dwarrow glare to deal with. What did he have to say about that? It was one thing to be the elvenking in his own kingdom. Even Thorin's pride could understand that. But to command him? Outside of their bedchambers? ]
[To Thranduil's credit, he takes a moment to think back to the moment Thorin is referring to, when he had apparently insulted him so greatly that he is still sulking over it, two days past. (Though to be fair, Thorin can hold a grudge almost as well as he himself can, so this is not much of a surprise.)
When he remembers what he said, he frowns again, a small sigh slipping past his lips.]
Thorin. [Since he hasn't been shaken off completely, he shifts his hand over his husbands' and winkles his fingers in between his so he might hold his hand properly.] My love, it was said in jest. I did not mean to offend you so. [Everyone else had laughed, he thought Thorin had twigged to the joke as well. Apparently not.]
[ No, this is not how it was supposed to work. Thranduil shouldn't be able to weaken him so easily. Not with a touch and look. But it was a very lovely one indeed... Thorin was a moth and Thranduil a flame. It angered and soothed him at once. He remained stiff, though his hand did hold on to Thranduil's. He was not angry enough for this to never be forgiven. ]
This is not the first time you have accused us of being so.
[Sensing Thorin's weakening resolve, Thranduil squeezes his fingers and leans in to press a feather-light kiss to Thorin's cheekbone, his touch as gentle as a leaf fluttering down from the tree to land on the forest floor below.
Thranduil is not above using affection to soothe Thorin's fiery temper.] Do not be cross with me, please. I am sorry.
[ It shouldn't be this easy! And yet it is. Thranduil could make him do nearly anything if he tried hard enough. Thorin had a strong will but his heart seemed to be swayed by the smile of an elf of all things.
He feels the anger begin to calm. ]
It will take more than a kiss, Thranduil.
[ As stiff as his body and lips remain, there is no mistaking the lighter look in his eyes. They betray his intentions more than any part of him. ]
[Thranduil knows better than to allow his smile to curl his lips; no, he remains perfectly sincere at the moment, his brows slightly drawn together and his eyes soft as he leans in to kiss his temple, sliding a little closer on the bench.
His free hand settles on Thorin's knee, though he doesn't squeeze just yet.] Or perhaps three will do it.
[ Thorin now allows himself to smile. It is faint but present. He dares to lean in for more. He craves Thranduil's affection more than he will ever admit. ]
More.
[ Greedy? Yes. In this instance, he doesn't care and hopes that neither does Thranduil. ]
[He hums in the back of his throat as he leans in again to press another kiss to Thorin's cheek, then to the corner of his mouth. Finally, he allows himself to smile, his thumb brushing over Thorin's fingers gently.]
I always knew you were a greedy creature. [Apparently that's not a bad thing, as this time, Thranduil kisses him properly.]
[ He corrects and finally smiles in turn. A real smile. Between the affection, the tender touches, and Thranduil smiling... It was hopeless to keep up his act. As quickly as his anger rages, it dies down. For him, at least. On good days.
Thorin unlaces their fingers to wrap that arm around Thranduil's waist and keep him close. ]
[It is much easier to kiss his husband when he is facing him properly, and so Thranduil happily indulges in another kiss, letting Thorin slide his arm around his waist, his own arm settling around Thorin's shoulders, his hand stroking over all that dark hair as he presses their lips gently together.]
Maybe it is only when you are concerned.
[This is a blatant lie, but at least it is a tender one. Thranduil could hardly be considered charitable, but he does care for those he loves.]
His hand moves a small space to twirl the ends of that golden hair between his fingers. Precious gold his Thranduil is. Every part of him from skin to hair to clothes. Was it any wonder he'd be tempted? ]
I am a lucky dwarf.
[ And the next kiss - four or five? - he will take himself. ]
[There is nobody on this earth who is allowed to take such liberties with Thranduil's person; nobody but Thorin, that is. He hums quietly, an amused agreement seeping into the space between their kiss.]
It is good that you recognize it.
[It would be hard to believe, for an outside observer, that Thranduil was the one apologizing just a few minutes ago, from the tone of his voice.]
[Smiling, Thranduil hums quietly, and slides off the bench so that he is kneeling before his husband instead, sliding his hands along Thorin's thighs and coaxing him to part his knees so that Thranduil might fit between them.]
Then let me make amends.
[There is a twinkle in his eye as he looks up at the dwarf, his pale hands nimble as they part the heavy clothes Thorin wears and make short work of their fastenings.]
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Thorin knows this to be falsehood. In truth, Thranduil was only occasionally insufferable. Their jokes, jests, anger at merely what the other is could go too far. Thranduil had crossed a line earlier. Mocking him in such a way in front of the Elvish court... Nearly unforgivable to make him look a fool like that.
The simplest of touch stills the anger brooding in him. In some ways, that only made it worse. He was supposed to be upset, not easily swayed by the slightest attention from him! He relaxes under the touch only to stiffen once more. A dark look is given to Thranduil's frown. ]
I am surprised you haven't yet.
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However, Thranduil has been married once before, and he knows better than to let the situation escalate so easily.
Settling himself on the end of the bench Thorin is sitting on, he turns to his husband and reaches out to cover those square hands with one of his.]
How am I to guess when you will not speak to me?
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You made a fool of me at court.
[ Nostrils flare as his temper does. ]
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I did what? [He does not remember making a fool of his husband in front of the assembled court, but though his memory is still as good as it ever was, perhaps he had missed something. Thorin is very touchy at the best of times, and it is possible he managed to offend his overblown sense of pride without meaning to.] When?
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[ It's a pride that is very easily bruised with all that he has been through, all that he had to fight for to claim his mountain once more.
Thranduil had a full dwarrow glare to deal with. What did he have to say about that? It was one thing to be the elvenking in his own kingdom. Even Thorin's pride could understand that. But to command him? Outside of their bedchambers? ]
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When he remembers what he said, he frowns again, a small sigh slipping past his lips.]
Thorin. [Since he hasn't been shaken off completely, he shifts his hand over his husbands' and winkles his fingers in between his so he might hold his hand properly.] My love, it was said in jest. I did not mean to offend you so. [Everyone else had laughed, he thought Thorin had twigged to the joke as well. Apparently not.]
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You elves have a strange sense of humor.
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[Sensing Thorin's weakening resolve, Thranduil squeezes his fingers and leans in to press a feather-light kiss to Thorin's cheekbone, his touch as gentle as a leaf fluttering down from the tree to land on the forest floor below.
Thranduil is not above using affection to soothe Thorin's fiery temper.] Do not be cross with me, please. I am sorry.
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He feels the anger begin to calm. ]
It will take more than a kiss, Thranduil.
[ As stiff as his body and lips remain, there is no mistaking the lighter look in his eyes. They betray his intentions more than any part of him. ]
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[Thranduil knows better than to allow his smile to curl his lips; no, he remains perfectly sincere at the moment, his brows slightly drawn together and his eyes soft as he leans in to kiss his temple, sliding a little closer on the bench.
His free hand settles on Thorin's knee, though he doesn't squeeze just yet.] Or perhaps three will do it.
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More.
[ Greedy? Yes. In this instance, he doesn't care and hopes that neither does Thranduil. ]
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[He hums in the back of his throat as he leans in again to press another kiss to Thorin's cheek, then to the corner of his mouth. Finally, he allows himself to smile, his thumb brushing over Thorin's fingers gently.]
I always knew you were a greedy creature. [Apparently that's not a bad thing, as this time, Thranduil kisses him properly.]
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[ He corrects and finally smiles in turn. A real smile. Between the affection, the tender touches, and Thranduil smiling... It was hopeless to keep up his act. As quickly as his anger rages, it dies down. For him, at least. On good days.
Thorin unlaces their fingers to wrap that arm around Thranduil's waist and keep him close. ]
But I never took you for charitable.
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[It is much easier to kiss his husband when he is facing him properly, and so Thranduil happily indulges in another kiss, letting Thorin slide his arm around his waist, his own arm settling around Thorin's shoulders, his hand stroking over all that dark hair as he presses their lips gently together.]
Maybe it is only when you are concerned.
[This is a blatant lie, but at least it is a tender one. Thranduil could hardly be considered charitable, but he does care for those he loves.]
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His hand moves a small space to twirl the ends of that golden hair between his fingers. Precious gold his Thranduil is. Every part of him from skin to hair to clothes. Was it any wonder he'd be tempted? ]
I am a lucky dwarf.
[ And the next kiss - four or five? - he will take himself. ]
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It is good that you recognize it.
[It would be hard to believe, for an outside observer, that Thranduil was the one apologizing just a few minutes ago, from the tone of his voice.]
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You are not out of the woods yet, Thranduil.
[ If he'd pardon the expression. ]
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Then let me make amends.
[There is a twinkle in his eye as he looks up at the dwarf, his pale hands nimble as they part the heavy clothes Thorin wears and make short work of their fastenings.]