Pairing is Bagginshield/ ThorinxOmega!Bilbo
Based on rp! x)
This is the first part of a twoshot.
This part is sfw, the second part I'm planning as nsfw
This is an AU where Thorin is the King and Smaug never happened.
Warnings: they may be ooc, but this is an AU anyways

Expecting, Accepting but not Depressing
Or the Difference Between Owning, Sharing and Dedicating

"My King," a dwarven guard called out after finding his leader in the West library. "There's a group of Men at the Throne room, expecting you." Thorin lift his gaze from the map laid out in front of him. "I am not expecting any Men." He said in low stern voice, and then turned his eyes back to the piece of leather.

"They are from Lake Town, sir." The young guard tried again.

Sighing heavily Thorin grumbled, "And what do they want this time?"

"I believe they are here to make a deal, they claim to have something to sell to your Majesty, something that You could have a great interest in." He received a tired glare from his King and continued, "I'm sorry sir, that's all I know about it. Master Balin asked me to find you and deliver the message." Seeing no other option but the hear the Men of Lake Town, Thorin got up from his comfortable chair.

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"I swear!" The King's voice echoed in the great halls of Erebor into the ears of Men. "If you're here again only to waste my time, it'll be your last visit." Thorin finished his thread by an icy glare and took his seat at the Throne.

"Calm your trousers now" Balin, a dwarf the King knew to listen to, whispered. "I think you'd better just see what they're offering, Thorin." He said and patted Thorin's hand and then turning to look at the group in front of them. "Hmmp. Well what do you have to show me?" Thorin asked of the Men.

One of them, a tall but a thin one, stepped forward. "We, we have caught a rare piece, Sire. I imagine it's been long, if ever, that even the Sire has seen an unmarked Omega, but a male one too!" The man said proudly. "An excellent one, healthy, handsome and like Omegas are, not very strong. You'll have no trouble handling him!"

The man's speech had surely caught Thorin's attention. Truth was, the King had never been in a present of an Omega. However, the rareness compared to a female one was unfamiliar to him. He walked down the steps as the group moved away, revealing the short man hiding behind them. Thorin began circling around the short Omega, sensing his discomfort, noticing his tender features, big feet and lively eyes. He stalled his feet so he was standing strictly in front of the creature. "A Hobbit?" Thorin questioned while looking into the other's eyes.

A Man answered him, "Yes! All the way from the Shire we caught him! Wouldn't it be a fine thing for a King to have?"

"What is your price?" Thorin asked without moving his eyes away from the Hobbit. He saw the small one clench his fists in anger, being a merchandise didn't seem to be to his liking. "Oh we only ask what is reasonable for such a rare thing." A sly looking man was the one to speak this time. "There are others, oohoho yes, there're lots of others who are interested in such a find. The prizes for male omegas are quite high."

"Name your price or walk out of here! But remember this, Men of Lake Town," Thorin had walked back to his Throne and looked down upon the others, "That this is Erebor. If you think a tiny group of fisherman can come in here and demand greedy rewards, you're wrong! You're only a few unarmed men but I have an army. Now as I believe you're aware of what I think about this situation, I'll offer you a deal." The grins of men had faded and they glared up at the Dwarven King. "You accept a reasonable amount of gold for your trouble of escorting this Omega here and then, you leave. Do we have an understanding?" Thorin smiled wickedly and saw the men grid their teeth at him. "Well?"

"What is a reasonable reward?" The sly one questioned while handing the key to the Omegas hand cuffs to a guard. Thorin motioned the Men to follow Balin who he trusted to give the fisherman what he seemed proper. The Kingdom was wealthy and even if the Men of Lake Town had rotten motives, Thorin still saw it necessary to pay the men in stead of kicking them straight out.

The small man, in red velvet jacked and worn out mid-length pants, stood looking warily up at the King. Thorin walked to him, behind him and took a hold of his cuffed arms. The guard handed him the key and Thorin proceed to un-cuff the Hobbit. They heard a click as the cuffs freed the hands being held captured for way longer that was comfortable. Looking puzzled by the situation he was in, the Hobbit massaged his wrists while keeping his eyes on the King's.

"Hah, there's no need for that worrying look anymore. I don't know how you've been treated by other races than Men, but you're at Erebor now. We do not hold innocent as slaves or prisoners here." Thorin said gently, so gently that the change in the Kings tone surprised the Hobbit to a great extent. Where did the angry and intimidating King go? "You must be hungry?" Thorin said starting to lead the way to the dining area.

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They reached the small and cosy room filled with the smell of delicious food. They found the smell was coming from a soup cooking over the fire, as a large dwarf kept stirring it steadily while adding seasonings to it. A loud noise left the small one's stomach and he quickly doubled over to make the embarrassing sound stop. "Haha! No need to hide it! Here, take a seat." Thorin patted a place around the table and went to open the cabinets, pulling out a spoon, plate and glasses. "Bombur, would you fill this for our guest?" He asked offering the plate for Bombur to take. "Sure thing! But who is lad?" Bombur asked happily and served the Hobbit a portion.

"This is-well, what should we call you?" Thorin sat across him and smiled at him. The warm atmosphere in the room made the Hobbit relax enough to offer a smile of his own. "I'm Bilbo. Bilbo Baggins, from Bag End." He said, looking first at Thorin and then at the other dwarf. Thorin nodded and introduced the two to each other, "Bilbo, this is Bombur, I'm sure you'll agree he's a great cook once you taste the food. And Bombur, this is a Hobbit I saved from the repulsive Men of Lake Town."

Bilbo sprung up from his seat and bowed deep to the King, "I'm terribly sorry for my bad manners but please," He lifted his head up and looked Thorin in the eyes. "Let me somehow show my gratitude for freeing me!"

Thorin was taken back by this sudden burst but quickly told Bilbo, "Please, sit down and eat. You own me nothing."

Bilbo did sit down but being freed after getting caught was unheard of for an omega and Thorin didn't seem to understand how much this meant to him! "You must allow me to thank you somehow, otherwise I think- There're simply no other options." Bilbo said, trying to look determined but his face took a reddish colour. Thorin caught himself thinking about the other as cute, and offered Bilbo a solution, "Very well then, Mr Baggins." Thorin mused, "I think there's no other choice but for you to join us for tonight's feast."

"Amm, yes." He seemed to think hard on his wording, "If that's how I can repay your help then I'll take part in it." Bilbo nodded in a serious manner.

"Hah, you're an amusing little Hobbit, Bilbo. Help from a friend should not need to be repaid."

"I didn't realize we were… friends." Bilbo said quietly and watched Thorin pour them both a glass of ale. "To a new friendship then?" Thorin offered a toast, to which Bilbo gladly joined.

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