Fan Fiction: The Hobbit (G)
Title: Durinson's Coffee
Pairing/Characters: Ori, Nori, Dwalin, Balin; Ori/Dwalin
Rating: G
Fandom: The Hobbit
Word Count: 1,166
Spoilers: Not really.
Summary: Being sick is no fun.
Notes/Warnings: Continuation of the coffee shop!au. Time for the trope of having one person in a pairing get sick. *sheepish smile* No beta.
Durinson's Coffee
"Are you all right, Ori?" Nori asked a week later. "You look flushed."
Ori batted his brother's hand away when he attempted to feel his forehead. "'M fine. It's just a bright day today. You know me and heat don't get along."
"I'm not so sure." Nori caught him when he almost fell into his locker.
Ori barely had the energy to glare at him. "I get enough fussing from Dori. I don't need it from you, too."
"This is not fussing." Nori rolled his eyes. "It's legitimate concern."
Dwalin appeared as if by magic just then. "What's going on?"
"Nori's pulling a Dori," Ori informed his boyfriend, leaning forward confidingly.
Unfortunately, he leaned too far forward and Dwalin had to catch him to keep him from falling flat on his face. As he nestled happily against the broad chest, Nori explained, "That is what has me concerned. He can't stay upright and he looks like he has a fever."
Ori sighed happily when a big, cool hand slid across his forehead. "I can confirm that he has a fever. Do you have your car?"
"What kind of question is that?" Nori sounded exasperated. "I'll take Ori home and stay with him until you or Dori get there."
He clutched at Dwalin's muscular forearms when the bigger man tried to ease him away. "No!"
"C'mon, Ori. Let me take you home," Nori coaxed, tugging at his arms.
Ori didn't want to give up his Dwalin-shaped teddy bear. "Wanna stay."
"This isn't working. Let's try something else." Dwalin rested his hands on Ori's back and moved them towards the door. "You're parked out back, right?"
"Right." Ori heard the jingle of keys, but he was too busy nuzzling Dwalin's chest to think anything of it.
He vaguely felt them moving and flinched when Dwalin maneuvered them out the door. "Bright."
"I know, lad." Dwalin's voice vibrated in his chest under Ori's cheek, big hand stroking his hair. "You'll be somewhere dark soon."
Ori gladly sat when Dwalin guided him too, but gripped the material of his shirt with his fingers when he tried to move away. "Don't go."
"I'll see you later." Dwalin gently tugged Ori's fingers free of his shirt. "I have to work right now. Afterwards, I'll come by."
He would deny it later, but both his brother and his boyfriend maintain that he pouted just. "Fine."
"I feel so loved," Nori commented dryly as Ori fumbled with his seatbelt.
Dwalin kissed Ori's cheek. "See you soon, lad. Take good care of him, Nori."
"I always do."
Ori fell asleep before they'd even pulled onto the street.
* * *
Dwalin wasn't sure how he did it, but Balin managed to rearrange the work schedule for the next few days to cover for Ori's illness. "Let me know if he needs more time off, Brother, and I'll take care of it."
"Thank you, Brother." Dwalin made a mental note to do something extra nice for his brother in the near future.
He cleaned up after his shift in record time, roaring off on his motorcycle in less than ten minutes. After a brief stop along the way, he reached Ori's building just fifteen minutes later. He parked his bike and hurried down to the apartment door. When he knocked, Nori opened it, looking frazzled. "Hi, Dwalin."
"Hi, Nori." He entered when Nori stepped back. "How's Ori?"
Both flinched at the sound of vomiting from the bathroom. "He's been better. Óin came by earlier and took a look at him. Said he's a bit underweight and has a stomach bug, but that's it."
"Is there anything we can do to help?" Part of him wished for an actual physical enemy to attack.
Nori shrugged as the toilet flushed and water ran in the bathroom. "There're pills he can take and try to keep him hydrated at least. He hasn't been able to keep much down."
"I'll do what I can." He tried valiantly to keep his eyes on Nori, but they insisted on wandering to Ori when the lad shuffled out of the bathroom.
Giving an exaggerated sigh, Nori turned and headed over to help Ori to the couch. "Dwalin's here now, Ori. I'm gonna go home now, all right?"
"Mm-hmm." Ori batted feebly at Nori's helping hands. "Not a baby, remember?"
Nori ruffled his hair affectionately. "You're right. You're favorite little brother."
"I'm you're only little brother." Ori smiled weakly, tilting his head into Nori's touch.
"Which is why you have to get well soon." Nori produced a small red ball out of thin air between his fingers. "Who else am I going to teach magic tricks to?"
Ori hummed thoughtfully. "I dunno. Fíli and Kíli, maybe?"
"Nah, neither of them have the fingers for it." With a flick of his wrist, Nori held two balls instead of one. Another flick and they disappeared. "Take care."
Another hum and Ori nodded. "Drive safely, Nori."
"I will." With another ruffle of Ori's hair, Nori straightened up and headed for the door. He stopped beside Dwalin, brown eyes hard. "Take good care of him, Dwalin."
He nodded, shaking Nori's hand. "I will."
"Good." With that, the other man left the apartment.
Alone with Ori, Dwalin carried the things he'd brought into the kitchenette. He saw signs of Nori's efforts to take care of his brother and smiled to himself. Despite his rakish behavior, Nori clearly cared for both of his brothers and Dwalin couldn't fault him for that. He put the groceries away and walked over to the couch where Ori had managed to cocoon himself in blankets. Lowering himself onto the only open spot, Dwalin reached out and poked at them. "Ori?"
"Mmm?" The blankets stirred and fell away from Ori's head. He stared at Dwalin for several moments before a smile seemed to light his face. "Hi."
Dwalin smiled back, opening his arms in silent invitation. "Hi yourself."
"I missed you." Ori almost fell off the couch in his eagerness to get to Dwalin.
The tension he'd been feeling all day since he forced himself to let Nori take Ori fell away as he closed his arms around Ori, blankets and all. Quietly, he told the lad, "I missed you, too."
Ori nestled against Dwalin's chest with a deep sigh of contentment. "Why didn't you bring me home?"
"I had to work," he reminded Ori, pressing a kiss to the top of his head. "We couldn't both leave." Ori made a rude sound and Dwalin swallowed a chuckle. "If it'd been possible, I would have brought you home."
This time, he gave a deep sigh. "Fiiine. You make a better pillow than Nori."
"I'll take your word for it." He fought back another laugh, wondering what Nori would think of the comparison.
Ori shifted so he could look up at Dwalin, a puzzled look on his face. "Why are you laughing?"
"You make me happy."
"Even when I'm sick and gross like this?"
"Even then."
End
Pairing/Characters: Ori, Nori, Dwalin, Balin; Ori/Dwalin
Rating: G
Fandom: The Hobbit
Word Count: 1,166
Spoilers: Not really.
Summary: Being sick is no fun.
Notes/Warnings: Continuation of the coffee shop!au. Time for the trope of having one person in a pairing get sick. *sheepish smile* No beta.
Durinson's Coffee
"Are you all right, Ori?" Nori asked a week later. "You look flushed."
Ori batted his brother's hand away when he attempted to feel his forehead. "'M fine. It's just a bright day today. You know me and heat don't get along."
"I'm not so sure." Nori caught him when he almost fell into his locker.
Ori barely had the energy to glare at him. "I get enough fussing from Dori. I don't need it from you, too."
"This is not fussing." Nori rolled his eyes. "It's legitimate concern."
Dwalin appeared as if by magic just then. "What's going on?"
"Nori's pulling a Dori," Ori informed his boyfriend, leaning forward confidingly.
Unfortunately, he leaned too far forward and Dwalin had to catch him to keep him from falling flat on his face. As he nestled happily against the broad chest, Nori explained, "That is what has me concerned. He can't stay upright and he looks like he has a fever."
Ori sighed happily when a big, cool hand slid across his forehead. "I can confirm that he has a fever. Do you have your car?"
"What kind of question is that?" Nori sounded exasperated. "I'll take Ori home and stay with him until you or Dori get there."
He clutched at Dwalin's muscular forearms when the bigger man tried to ease him away. "No!"
"C'mon, Ori. Let me take you home," Nori coaxed, tugging at his arms.
Ori didn't want to give up his Dwalin-shaped teddy bear. "Wanna stay."
"This isn't working. Let's try something else." Dwalin rested his hands on Ori's back and moved them towards the door. "You're parked out back, right?"
"Right." Ori heard the jingle of keys, but he was too busy nuzzling Dwalin's chest to think anything of it.
He vaguely felt them moving and flinched when Dwalin maneuvered them out the door. "Bright."
"I know, lad." Dwalin's voice vibrated in his chest under Ori's cheek, big hand stroking his hair. "You'll be somewhere dark soon."
Ori gladly sat when Dwalin guided him too, but gripped the material of his shirt with his fingers when he tried to move away. "Don't go."
"I'll see you later." Dwalin gently tugged Ori's fingers free of his shirt. "I have to work right now. Afterwards, I'll come by."
He would deny it later, but both his brother and his boyfriend maintain that he pouted just. "Fine."
"I feel so loved," Nori commented dryly as Ori fumbled with his seatbelt.
Dwalin kissed Ori's cheek. "See you soon, lad. Take good care of him, Nori."
"I always do."
Ori fell asleep before they'd even pulled onto the street.
* * *
Dwalin wasn't sure how he did it, but Balin managed to rearrange the work schedule for the next few days to cover for Ori's illness. "Let me know if he needs more time off, Brother, and I'll take care of it."
"Thank you, Brother." Dwalin made a mental note to do something extra nice for his brother in the near future.
He cleaned up after his shift in record time, roaring off on his motorcycle in less than ten minutes. After a brief stop along the way, he reached Ori's building just fifteen minutes later. He parked his bike and hurried down to the apartment door. When he knocked, Nori opened it, looking frazzled. "Hi, Dwalin."
"Hi, Nori." He entered when Nori stepped back. "How's Ori?"
Both flinched at the sound of vomiting from the bathroom. "He's been better. Óin came by earlier and took a look at him. Said he's a bit underweight and has a stomach bug, but that's it."
"Is there anything we can do to help?" Part of him wished for an actual physical enemy to attack.
Nori shrugged as the toilet flushed and water ran in the bathroom. "There're pills he can take and try to keep him hydrated at least. He hasn't been able to keep much down."
"I'll do what I can." He tried valiantly to keep his eyes on Nori, but they insisted on wandering to Ori when the lad shuffled out of the bathroom.
Giving an exaggerated sigh, Nori turned and headed over to help Ori to the couch. "Dwalin's here now, Ori. I'm gonna go home now, all right?"
"Mm-hmm." Ori batted feebly at Nori's helping hands. "Not a baby, remember?"
Nori ruffled his hair affectionately. "You're right. You're favorite little brother."
"I'm you're only little brother." Ori smiled weakly, tilting his head into Nori's touch.
"Which is why you have to get well soon." Nori produced a small red ball out of thin air between his fingers. "Who else am I going to teach magic tricks to?"
Ori hummed thoughtfully. "I dunno. Fíli and Kíli, maybe?"
"Nah, neither of them have the fingers for it." With a flick of his wrist, Nori held two balls instead of one. Another flick and they disappeared. "Take care."
Another hum and Ori nodded. "Drive safely, Nori."
"I will." With another ruffle of Ori's hair, Nori straightened up and headed for the door. He stopped beside Dwalin, brown eyes hard. "Take good care of him, Dwalin."
He nodded, shaking Nori's hand. "I will."
"Good." With that, the other man left the apartment.
Alone with Ori, Dwalin carried the things he'd brought into the kitchenette. He saw signs of Nori's efforts to take care of his brother and smiled to himself. Despite his rakish behavior, Nori clearly cared for both of his brothers and Dwalin couldn't fault him for that. He put the groceries away and walked over to the couch where Ori had managed to cocoon himself in blankets. Lowering himself onto the only open spot, Dwalin reached out and poked at them. "Ori?"
"Mmm?" The blankets stirred and fell away from Ori's head. He stared at Dwalin for several moments before a smile seemed to light his face. "Hi."
Dwalin smiled back, opening his arms in silent invitation. "Hi yourself."
"I missed you." Ori almost fell off the couch in his eagerness to get to Dwalin.
The tension he'd been feeling all day since he forced himself to let Nori take Ori fell away as he closed his arms around Ori, blankets and all. Quietly, he told the lad, "I missed you, too."
Ori nestled against Dwalin's chest with a deep sigh of contentment. "Why didn't you bring me home?"
"I had to work," he reminded Ori, pressing a kiss to the top of his head. "We couldn't both leave." Ori made a rude sound and Dwalin swallowed a chuckle. "If it'd been possible, I would have brought you home."
This time, he gave a deep sigh. "Fiiine. You make a better pillow than Nori."
"I'll take your word for it." He fought back another laugh, wondering what Nori would think of the comparison.
Ori shifted so he could look up at Dwalin, a puzzled look on his face. "Why are you laughing?"
"You make me happy."
"Even when I'm sick and gross like this?"
"Even then."
End