eunoiabound asked: Bagginshield and GoT!
A/N: So…I have never read, or watched, Game of Thrones. What I know of it comes from gif sets, sobbings, and the knowledge “You do not mess with the Dragon Lady.” Oh, and every character has gone through agony, and it would be faster to list those who have not gone through agony. With that…please don’t kill me?
Also, I have no clue how “three sentence fics” work, because I never make them three sentences long.
It was supposed to be a marriage of convince, nothing more. Bilbo was not one who was sought after and the Dwarves of Erebor were looking to solidify some sort of alliance with them, so Bilbo had been placed on the chopping block, to be married to the cold and distant King.
He hadn’t expected love, or happiness. He hadn’t expected the gentle way Thorin would brush their foreheads together or the way the whispered Khuzdul would soothe him when he grew homesick.
He had not expected the great big rock that Thorin had given him to hatch into an adorable baby dragon (a dragonling? a hatchling?) that was all scales and claws and sharp teeth to match his (or her) sharp wit.
Even now, Thorin glowered and cursed the serpentine dragon (who Bilbo had named Glaurung), golden and sharp witted even just out of the egg merely hissed at the curse before curling protectively around Bilbo, claws careful as they clenched on Bilbo’s heavy Dwarven wear to balance better.
"Oh, darling," Bilbo murmured softly as he stood on his tip toes to nudge his forehead against Thorin’s.
(Bilbo was completely lost when, over the course of the year, each strange rock he had been gifted by loyal subjects hatched into various baby dragons and, each time, Thorin cursed and stormed about while Glaurung practically purred from where he was curled around Bilbo.)