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"Is she-- ... she's okay, right?" Kili asked nervously, biting at his nails while eyeing his older brother as he examined her.

"I don't see anything life threatening, so possibly." Fili shrugged. "Find the healing kit, we must make sure she doesn't have other injuries." Kili jumped into action, he ran over to their tent and routed through all of the bags, hoping to find something remotely useful.

Fili looked down at the girl of men, tilting his head with intrigue. She's young, from what he could tell, men didn't age like the Dwarrow. By the Dwarrow standards, she might actually be a child but according to men standards he really couldn't tell... Fili hasn't met too many men before -- it was actually forbidden for Dwarrow to mingle with men... there's a hateful history, blood filled history between their races... the girl had wavy blonde hair, which was messily braided and was adorned with jewels and beads; she had white skin, and two facial tattoos; a thin line down the centre of her lip, going down her chin, with two moons and sword between her eyes. She's quite beautiful -- incredibly beautiful; he'd never known anyone so ethereal -- and if not for her short stature and Dwarrow-like attire, he would've assumed she was an Elf.

Fili very awkwardly apologised to the girl, grimacing while he carefully removed her strange cloak, to inspect her skin for any life threatening injuries that might cause problems for her... She had several scars littering her skin, which fueled a rage that he didn't know he had. This girl has seen battles, but nothing which he would need tending too, only the little injuries to her head, which weren't too serious.

"Fi." Kili called, Fili turned and caught the healing kit that Kili tossed over to him, he got to work, being sure to be gentle with her, knowing men didn't take pain like the Dwarrow. The girl of men needed nothing more than healing creams and coverage. "She is okay? ... uhm, is she a she?"

Fili chuckled, shrugging. "Maybe? I-I can't really tell. She is practically hairless -- so she isn't one of us, but she's dressed like us... an Elf maiden, maybe?" Fili said, Kili pursed his lips while he leaned over, very gently moving her hair out of the way to look at her ears and the brothers sagged, disappointed -- her ears were not pointed. "She must be of man then." Fili decided.

"She could be a half-breed." Kili spoke up, still eyeing the young woman -- who they were assuming was a young woman... it's not something they can confirm until the unconscious person wakes up. Fili gave Kili a look, he didn't agree with him. She's not clearly a half elf -- there's a little skull on one of the thin chains attached to one of her leather belts!? Elves didn't do that.

Dwarrow were identical in their psychical appearance and with their personalities. Their females, Dwarrowdam, were just as hard headed, as shapely, and could grow beards just as glorious. Meanwhile, Elves were the complete opposite to Dwarrow -- feminine and hairless. They wore pretty clothes, took great care in being seen as delicate and rather ethereal, but still very lethal. Orcs were vicious and monstrous, there was really no mistaking them. The Hobbits were little, with hairy feet, they're gentle folk, who spent a majority of their lives eating. No two men were alike, they varied exponentially -- you know a man by how they acted over how they looked. Unfortunately, their reputation wasn't too great. Everyone tried to avoid men, as to not be killed or enslaved... The world had plenty of other beings, but Fili hadn't met them all, and she most definitely wasn't a Goblin, they're fatter and uglier and much sloppier than Orcs. Goblins were, truly, a vomit inducing sight to behold.

"I have her belongings." Kili informed, Fili looked up with interest but then frowned in confusion when seeing only one small bag, which looked no bigger than a coins purse. Kili laughed at his expression and said. "Safe to say whatever happened to her, she isnt out here of her own free will, she has no proper travelling equipment -- only one bag, and it's tiny! A Hobbit sized pouch, really but it is very pretty."

"Kili!" Fili exclaimed, trying to refocus his little brother who's distracted very easily. Kili lowered his arms, smiling awkwardly with bright pink cheeks. Fili then told Kili, without a hint of hesitation. "We're going to help her." And Kili agreed with him.

They were honourable Dwarrow. Their mother raised them to be honourable.

Despite the reputation of a Dwarf being a frightening and unkind being, there were none more respectful than them. Kili and Fili were raised to be brave and true, they were raised to be gentlemenly. Especially to females, of all communities -- Elf, Men; it did not matter because to the Dwarrow, females were as precious to them as the famous Arkenstone. Dwarrowdam's were unbelievably rare -- for every ten Dwarrow born, only three Dwarrowdam are born... so they treasure those born. To bring any harm to a female was seen as the worst crime a Dwarf can possibly commit -- Kili would have brought great shame to their family if he'd ignored this girl of men.

"Where do you suppose she came from?" Kili wondered, incredibly confused by the unconscious girl's presence. "There're no men villages near these parts of Arda... If she even is of men... she isnt dressed for a thorough traveling. She looks like she's going foraging for plants and herbs! Look at her knives! Fili! They are so small!" The younger brother rambled excitedly, all but forgetting what happened moments ago. Kili's just done a 360. Kili was fascinated by the belongings she had on her person -- everything was small compared to their belongings, but everything the girl owned was crafted so shockingly similar to that of a Dwarrow. Even down to the patterns on the hilts of her twin knives. They were so beautiful. Kili felt a little jealous.

"I don't know Kili." Fili shrugged, covering the unconscious girl with his thick coat, to keep her warm without risk of burning her with their scorching campfire.

"There's not much in her bag." Kili added, holding a small leather drawstring purse.

Fili's head shot up towards Kili, frowning at him. "You looked inside her bag?!" Kili shrugged shyly and Fili took the tiny bag from his younger brother, disappointed.

"Well, I thought she may have something to tell us who she is, or where she comes from but there isn't much in there... just a few odd coins and this-- whatever this is." Kili explained himself, holding up a sleak and shiny black rectangular object; they'd no idea what it could possibly be. They've never seen anything like it before. And the coins were a mix of gold and silver, round with a tree on one side and a crow on the other side. They looked so much like the coins their people used daily, but the tiny details were so much different.

Who in Mahal was this girl?

The girl remained unconsciousness well into the night, the brothers made sure to keep her warm and set aside a portion of stew, for whenever she wakes up. They took turns keeping watch, ensuring their camp was protected from any threat that may appear from the darkness -- namely, those who caused the girl's injuries. They were still understandably confused with that... when Kili found her, the girl of men was already unconscious and bloody, he saw no sign of a struggle or evidence of others previously being there; no fires; no camps, blood trails -- or trails of any kind. It was as though the girl appeared out of nowhere... They hadn't any answers as to why or who. Fili didn't like it, the unknown was a very dangerous thing, especially in times like today. Perhaps she was a spy? Assassin? A usurper? Perhaps she's just an innocent girl in need of their help, they won't know until she wakes up. Fili would decide on what they would do when they got the chance to actually talk to her.

"Stop ogling her." Fili warned his brother, his eyes were closed and he was leaning against a large log as if he were asleep, but still he caught Kili. The younger shyly blushed and looked down at his bowl.

"I'm not ogling her." Kili muttered.

Fili turned and looked at his brother with a raised eyebrow at Kili and commented. "Kili, you're going to burn a hole into her head if you stare at her any harder." Kili's cheeks only flushed brighter, smiling into his bowl, now feeling quite embarrassed. Kili was still very young, only a few years over the age of adulthood for Dwarrow's, he hasn't quite gotten over his childhood awkwardness towards the fairer sex, Fili would usually laugh and tease him, but it was not the appropriate time to do so as she was a stranger, and unconscious; Fili helpfully reminded him of that small fact, making Kili look away in shame whilst he sheepishly apologised, and Kili was now doing his best to not look at the girl.

Kili scoffed. "And you're one to talk!"

"What does that mean?!"

Kili grinned widely and he began to tease his older brother. "You were staring at her like Mahal gazes at Yavanna." Mahal was their Maker, and Yavanna was his wife. Fili suddenly became silent, Kili scrutinised his every movement and snorted a laugh after he caught Fili looking at the girl.

"Go to sleep." Fili told his brother and Kili chuckled, tucking into his sleeping bag.

There was a pregnant pause, Fili got very comfortable in his spot, looking up at the stars when Kili shot up and demanded. "Brother, we can't leave the girl out here!" Fili turned to his brother, furrowed brow. Concerned by it. What was Kili planning?!

"What's that?" Fili asked him.

"We can't leave her out here." Kili fiercely repeated, then said in a slight panic. "No matter who she is, it's very dangerous for anyone, nevermind a girl of men. She has nothing, she'll die." Fili took a moment to think, Kili turned his intense stare on him, trying to read his brothers expressions.

"We'll take her with us to The Shire. Once we know she's okay." Fili decided and Kili let out a sigh of relief, nodding, then calm silence fell between the brothers, as they moved back into their original positions. Kili snuggled into his sleep bag while Fili leaned back against the log, keeping his ears out for any dangers, looking at their stars with a small content smile.

"Maybe she could help us reclaim--"

"--don't even finish that sentence, Ki!" Fili interrupted him, looking at Kili as though he'd lost his mind. Fili chastised his little brother. "Uncle would never allow it. This girl is a stranger to us, we can't just allow her into Erebor because you think she is pretty! We could endanger everyone." Kili pouted in response, rather childishly.

"But this Hobbit can come?" Kili argued.

Fili stared, then he sighed. "Go to sleep."

AN -- hey, I missed working on this fic, so I decided to bring it back. I really love my OC in this fic & really wanted to do more. I feel like she'd be a cool character ❤️ I do love The Hobbit, so freaking much. It's one of my favourite trilogies and we really need more fanfictions for it. The fandom is tiny 😭😭 so if you haven't watched it, then you 100% should. Directors cut. It's amazing. Asgardian's are sooooooo much fun to do, tell me why nobody ever writes an Asgardian OC?! I feel like with how big the MCU is, we only ever get the same kind of OC... I do love them, but I do want some more alien OC stuff. Please. I beg. PLEASE, tag me in your favourite fics with alien OC's?!

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She's just freaking punched him! Square on the nose. And it really, really hurt.

Kili grunted, holding his now bloody nose whilst she pushed herself away from Kili, hurrying to look for something, but could not find it -- probably her knives, which he still had on his person -- and it only made her more agitated. Instead, she chose to pick up a rock and she held it up as if she was going to throw it at him. Kili tried his best to be calm, preying for Fili to come back, but it's hard to do when somebody just attacked him -- and was now holding up a rock. Kili instinctively raised both his hands in surrender and he made a noise of protest.

"You seriously need to calm down!" Kili huffed, a little affronted, still stunned by how hard the girl actually punched him.

The girl frowned. "CALM DOWN?!"

"No-no-no! Wait!" Kili yelped, recoiling as she raised the large rock higher. "You are okay, you are safe! I, uh, I found you, b-by the river, you were unconscious and very bloody. My brother patched you up." The girl, only slightly, lowered her rock, trying to think back to the last things which she could remember clearly. She turned back to Kili, eyeing him then she half-heartedly gestured to him, visibly confused.

"What are you?!" She questioned, a little calmer now. She's visited several planets and realms and has never seen someone like him before. It's like someone has just squashed her uncle Volstagg...

That seemed to surprise him. "... Really?" He asked, she raised the rock again and Kili yelped out again. "I'm-I'm a Dwarf!"

He did not look like any Dwarf she's met.

"You're a Dwarf?" She asked, surprised by that response. She snorted a laugh. "You can't possibly be a Dwarf. You are far too short." Dwarves were impressively hairy and tall beings. Eitri, the Dwarven King of Nidavellir, was just over thirteen feet tall, and he was considered short for a Dwarf -- while this guy was barely five foot five...

Kili scoffed, offended by her insult, then he argued with her, snippily. "I'm actually tall for a Dwarf, thank you very much."

"A halfling, maybe?" She continued, under her breath, to herself, as if she didn't just hear him respond to her, but he heard.

Kili's jaw dropped, he yelled at her. "I AM NOT A HALFLING! I am Kili Durin, Prince of Erebor. A nephew of the Mighty King Thorin Oakenshield. And a proud Dwarf!"

She was taken aback, recovered quickly and then repeated. "You're still short."

"And you are rude!" Kili huffed. Who does she think she is?! Punching him and then insulting his heritage. THE NERVE?!

"Where am I? What realm is this?" The now conscious woman demanded from him. "Speak! Halfling, where am I?!"

He cautiously eyed that rock. "Could you please lower your weapon? It makes me nervous. I will stay over here and you can stay there. How about it?" Kili requested. After a beat of very tense silence, the girl finally, but rather slowly, lowered her arm, but she kept the rock at a close distance, just in case she needed it. He smiled and sighed in relief, nodding in thanks, now a little more relaxed. Still, the girl eyed him suspiciously, the gleam of fascination in the girl's eyes didn't go unnoticed by Kili. Had she really never seen a Dwarf before? It was hard to believe; the Dwarrow were famous for their craft, even if she'd never met one, she should've recognised what he was by his stature and hair. They were very distinctive Dwarrow features.

"Where am I?!" She demanded, again.

Kili swallowed the lump in his throat, she was surprisingly quite intimidating. Small but fierce, and so strong -- it wasn't easy to make a Dwarf bleed. They've got thick skin. "We're close to the Shire. Just a few days from Bree."

From the expression on her face, the girl had no idea where he meant. She stared at Kili. "Bree? Isn't that a cheese?" What? She blinked, centering herself. "You very clearly made those words up, 'cause I've got no idea what you just said!?"

He tilted his head. "Hobbits aren't really widely known. The gentlefolk, you see. We are quite close to Bree -- everybody knows Bree. A town. It's most certainly not a cheese." He said, snickering.

She didn't know a town called Bree... and she really didn't appreciate the laughter. It was not her fault she has this bloody concussion!

"I'm lost." The girl admitted, almost shyly. "I have never been to this realm before..."

He pursed his lips. "Maybe I could help?" The girl shooked her head, she was quite confident of that and deep sadness took over, it was hard for Kili to not rush over and offer her some comfort, the look on her face was heartbreaking. Instead, he'd offered her a smile. "I am Kili, son of Dìs, son of Vili. At-at your service." He bowed his head, the polite Dwarrow greeting.

"I am Tove... I am the daughter of Thor." Tove responded to him, sounding unsure if she was introducing herself correctly. He smiled at that, Tove was like a pebble learning act in society. She cringed a little and told him. "I'm-- I am not gonna bow." Tove doesn't bow -- Ever. The very thought of bowing to anybody 'below her station' would scandalise her Grandsire Odin.

Kili snorted a laugh, then shyly offered a bit of food while moving closer to the pot over the fire. "Would you like some stew? We have saved it you; thought you might be a little hungry after doing whatever it was that you were doing."

"Thank you." She smiled, but didn't move.

This was very awkward, and very odd.

Ten minutes later, they were still several feet apart and they're eyeing each other, Tove was hesitantly eating the thickest stew that she'd ever seen before -- it was like something her uncle Volstagg cooked -- and Kili was internally begging for Fili to come back. Did it really take so long to get a couple of sticks and logs?! Neither of them knew what to do or say, it wasn't a situation they often found themselves in. Kili's nose was no longer bleeding, nor was it broken, which was a relief for him. Of course, Tove didnt apologise for being so violent toward him, just grabbed a rag from the ground and threw it at him while he sheepishly complimented Tove on her strength, more so for men and, after that, they did not have much to talk about, and fell back into an awkward silence... But, it didn't mean they didn't get to know each other, they learned plenty in the silence.

The girl of men was catious; suspicious, she tracked his every move and ensured she knew where everything was. She had not taken a bite out of her food until he'd taken a spoonful first, and she continued to keep that rock close. She was young, as he suspected, but her eyes were quite old. He still couldn't believe the colour of them, they were multicoloured and would shine how he's imagined the Arkenstone to shine whenever she turned to the sun. She was so beautiful. He'd probably be at her feet if she had not punched him in the face. She had scars and little giveaways which made Kili realise that Fili was right; she's definitely seen battle. He watched in intrigue as she ate and drank. She was so much like the Dwarrowdam he knew back home, it's quite shocking that she's not one of them -- that she wasn't even from this realm...

Kili cleared his throat, grimacing at his lack of confidence, and asked. "If-- if you aren't from this place, how is it that you speak my language and understand me?"

Tove gave him an incredulous look and she quipped back. "I'm from other realm, not uneducated." And he turned very red from embarrassment. Tove also wore a ULT (universal language translator). It's a fairly standard device for most people in the galaxy, especially when you travel as much as she does. Given Kili's confusion, she could only assume this realm hasn't yet made first contact with other planets. It was very rare in this day and age, but it happened from time to time. Annoyingly, this only made things more complicated for her. But this could've been worse; she could have gotten lost on Midgard.

"Fili!" Kili exclaimed, seeing his brother walking back towards then, and sighed in relief. Tove turned and she stared.

Fili was very handsome, blonde and blue eyes, and a little shorter than his brother, wearing intricate braids and jewels. They didn't much look like brothers. . . Kili's got raven coloured hair and darker eyes, and he was practically hairless. Dwarves were not hairless people. Fili made Tove more certain that they were not Dwarves.

Fili paused when seeing her, surprised to see her sitting there. "You are awake."

She nodded, humming. "I am awake."

"She is awake." Kili was smiling, sweetly.

Fili turned to him, getting closer and his eyes widened, dropping the water bottles onto the ground. He held onto Kili's chin, examining the redness to his face, there was already a bruise forming. Kili's eyes darted toward Tove and Fili turned to her. "DID YOU ATTACK HIM?!" He accused, in a raised tone of voice, angrily, and before he could stop himself. Kili rolled his eyes, blushing as Fili started to fuss over him and whined, begging him to stop it. Tove snickered an amused laugh, which made them both turn around and glare at her.

She was very shameless in commenting. "You act like an infant refusing to suckle his mother's teets. Overbearing mothers can be so annoying. It is very funny. Do it again, I want to see how red the little one becomes." She taunted them, laughing at their dynamic. Kili was the infant and Fili was the mother in this scenario.

"Little one?" Kili scoffed, blushing even more. "Again, I am very tall for a Dwarf!"

Fili raised an eyebrow. "This is how you treat the people who have saved you?"

Tove deadpanned, shrugging. "Yes."

"She woke rather abruptly and panicked, I am fine." Kili explained to his big brother. Fili nodded, accepting the explanation as they turned back to Tove. Kili stepped in between them properly, smiling sweetly. "Fi, this is Tove. Tove, this is Fili. Fi's the one who fixed up your injuries. My older brother. Uhm.. brother, be warned, she is quite mean." Tove didn't disagree.

"At your service." Fili bowed politely. 

Tove smiled at him. "Hello."

Fili looked at her, he was speechless; her eyes were so unique. She was stunning, there was no doubt about it. It was like a Vala was before them. Kili nudged him. Fili huffed and he forced a smile. "Kili and I are heading to The Shire, we are happy for you to join, and help to find your way. Though, we do not have another pony, so you are going to have to ride with one of us." Tove was not too tall, so it shouldn't be uncomfortable for her or their pony.

"I don't know where I am." She admitted, Fili looked to Kili, having expected him to have offered her more information.

"... She is not from these lands, but she's educated!" Said Kili, his voice sounding a little strained, Fili looked confused while Sigrid began to snicker. Kili then added. "It doesn't matter where we drop her off, brother, she is completely lost here."

"Oh." Fili muttered, sadly.

Tove frowned, then huffed. "I really don't need your pity." She hated it when people stared at her like that. She's been dealing with that look since she was a baby. She felt vulnerable when people looked at her like that; like she wasn't capable of doing anything for herself. Understandably, the duo were taken aback by Tove's hostility aimed at them. She cringed when seeing their reactions and apologised, turning to her almost finished bowl of meat stew.

Fili sighed, sympathetic, he was about to move but Kili caught him arm and leaned closer, quietly whispering. "Careful, she's got a rather large rock, and a hard swing." Fili quirked an amused smirk, shaking his head at Kili's warning, laughing. Fili took a seat next to Tove, who became stone when sensing his presence.

"I would like for you to accompany us."

Tove raised an eyebrow. "Why?"

"Because you're lost and alone, and Arda can rather dangerous when you're those things." Fili told her, as if it were obvious. Tove sat straighter, facing the blonde.

"Arda?" She repeated, carefully.

Fili nodded. "Aye. This realm. The lands we walk on... In Westeron, the common tongue, it is known as Middle Earth."

Its not a world that she recognised. Tove sighed, she was very far from home. Her father was going to kill her. She nodded in agreement and then demanded from the brothers, sternly. "I want my knives back."

He was hesitant about agreeing to that. "Do I have your word you'll do no harm?"
 
Tove laughed at them. "Obviously not."

"Then we'll be keeping your knives."

Tove began to scowl at Fili, a dangerous expression and her eyes darkened. Tove was to take them back by force, then...

AN -- Tove 😭❤️ my love. She is so much fun. I am so excited for you all to get to know her properly. Tove is definitely my most reckless and crazy OC. She has no social etiquette or filter and she is gonna drive everyone crazy. You're gonna love it.

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Tove looked at him. "You, worm, you be a good little brother and shut the fuck up!"

Fili did well putting on a brave facade, he remained quiet and kept eye contact with her. Trying to pretend this did not bother him. Kili exclaimed, raising his voice in a panic again. "You've got our weapons!"

"I WANT WHAT IS MINE!" Tove snapped. For a second, that bravery faltered as the blade pressed harsher into his braid.

"Kili, you will be silent." Fili ordered him.

Kili was not silent, obviously. "But she--"

"--Ki! Enough. Stop talking."

Tove watched them with interest, the tip of her blade stroking Fili's cheek. "No, Ki, please, I would like to hear whatever you have to say. Mayhaps it'll saved Fili's life? Maybe it will just piss me off? Tell me."

Fili hissed as the blade nicked his cheek, drawing a small drop of blood. Kili cried out in a panic. "I HAVE THEM! They're in my pockets. I have your knives. Stop it."

Fili closed his eyes and he sighed deeply, grunting when Tove shoved him and she threw his blade into the ground with such force that actually it broke through to the earth. Tove turned around, walking over to Kili, which made him gulp anxiously as he shuffle backward but she grabbed him and she held him in place. Tove was very strong. She found her knives -- he doesn't have pockets like Fili. She pressed the tip of one of the blade to Kili's chin, lowering herself so they were face to face and she warned in a scarily calm tone. "You touch my shit again, and I'll cut off your cock as well as your hair. D'you understand me?"

"Understood." He repeated, in awe of her, turning to look at his older brother and he spoke to him in Khuzdul. "She's so fierce."

Fili gave him a look. "Seriously?!"

"And so beautiful!" Kili continued to gush over her, Fili rolled his eyes and shooked his head. Not that he disagreed with his younger brother. She was, quite possibly, one of the most beautiful women that he has ever seen before -- and she took the two of them down with such ease! If she were a Dwarrowdam, he probably would have already asked her to be his woman. But she isn't, and she's just threatened to take his hair -- and other parts... so, they need to be cautious and treat her like she was a hostile, not gush over her beauty!

"HEIMDALL!!!" Tove suddenly screamed, making them jump in shock. They turned back to her, watching Tove in confusion while she looked at the sky and yelled.

Fili questioned her. "What're you doing?"

Tove scowled at Fili and looked back up to the sky and yelled again. "HEIMDALL?! CAN YOU HEAR ME? OPEN THE BLOODY BIFROST!" Tove screamed, then she fell silent and waited, nothing happened. She grunted in anger and kicked over the pot the duo used to cook -- it flew across the field and put a hole through a tree trunk; their jaws dropped in disbelief and Tove cussed, violently. "SON OF A WHORE!"

Kili hesitated before questioning her, he was now very shy. "What is the Bifrost?"

"My way home." She admitted to them. If Heimdall couldn't hear her, she was stuck here until he could hear her. It's vexing.

Fili shuffled. "Where is home for you?" He asked, in his attempts to calm her down.

'Home' for Tove was Asgard. It's one of the ancient worlds. Asgard's a very large, planetary body which served as home to the Asgardians, a race recognized by the Midgardians as deities and mythology... Asgard was not round like Earth was, nor does it spin on its axis or revolve around any stars. The Golden Realm was a flat, asteroid-like mass that has a top surface with a gravitational pull, similar to that of the Earth, in order to keep the people and their cities from floating off into the void. Asgard's main -- and largest -- city was a collection of elaborate buildings and very intricate spires. Seemingly built into their rock, with large structures with sweeping terraces top many of the cliffs; gleaming pyramids, statues and columns surround their royal family's palace -- Valaskjálf, a golden, many tiered structure resembling a towering pipe organ -- at the centre of their main city. They were surrounded by mountain ranges, forests and rivers, little villages and gold mines. Asgard was one of ancient worlds; wealthy, well respected and deadly. They were peacemakers. Her grandsire, Odin, was their King, and came from a long line of beloved Monarchs. He was the Allfather of the Nine Realms.

Of course, that meant Tove's a Princess. She's the daughter of Odin's eldest; Thor, the God of Thunder. She was Thor's only child. As you can imagine, this makes life interesting. Her family were unbelievably protective over her. She cannot say or do anything without permission, she cannot leave Valaskjálf unless she was guarded by Einherjar or Valkyrie, and Odin needed to approve of anyone she interacted with, even at 900 years old and being given the title of 'Goddess of the Wild'.

Coming to Arda or "Middle-Earth" was an accident. She didn't often instantly jump to threats and violence but her emotions were running high, and Kili had taken her knives! Her father gave her those knives, they were crafted by the same Uru which had been used when creating Mjolnir, her father's chosen weapon, by the King Eitri of Nidavellir. So, they were very precious to her and, unlike Mjolnir, they weren't so enhanced to bounce back to her...

After calmed down, she cut the ropes off of Kili's and Fili's wrists, and she decided. "We may all go our separate ways now."

Fili and Kili shared a look of surprise. Fili made his offer again, surprising her. "You should really stay with us." She would not offer help to someone who held a knife to her throat. It was stupid and reckless.

"Pass." She deadpanned.

"Please, it is dangerous." Fili warned her, he would not forgive himself if anything happened because he just let her wonder off on her own. "Lady, you are a stranger in a new world... It is not safe to travel by yourself, especially for young ladies."

She raised an eyebrow, scoffing. "I kicked your arse moments ago! And I had only a rock. Imagine what I can do now that I've got my knives back?! I can hold my own." They most certainly did not need to know she had Godly, Asgardian powers beyond their understanding. She would be a fool to expose all of her secrets right now.

"Please." Fili all but begged. She actually hesitated to leave. Fili looked like Apollo, pouting because he wanted something.

Tove was fierce, the brothers remained speechless and they were in awe of her. Was it strange that Tove's hostility made her that much more beautiful?! Fili found her shameless threats and attitude to be highly amusing and how Tove ordered them about, as though they were not the Princes of Erebor -- she had no idea what Erebor was, nor did she care. In his eighty two years of life, no one's ever spoken or treated Fili like that before. Dwarrowdam would fawn over him and giggle, trying to cement their place as his 'One'. So, Tove was intriguing to him. She was frustated, in a land she did not know, and with guys she's only just met, so they weren't trying to take her hostility too personally... even though she physically attacked them. It's obvious that Tove was frightened, they would have reacted in a similar way if it'd been either of them who were lost and in the company of some strangers, so they tried their best to help.

Tove pursed her lips and she warned Fili. "... If this is just an excuse to feel me up when we're sitting on your pony--"

Fili gasped, mortified and interrupted her while Kili snorted. "--I WOULD NEVER! I'm a Dwarf of honour and respect. I swear."

"Well, you're still a man." She shrugged.

He corrected her. "Man? No. I'm a Dwarf."

"A Dwarf? You're shorter than he is?!" She argued, gesturing to Kili. Fili turned to his brother in confusion, Kili looked amused.

"She does not believe we are Dwarrow."

"But we are." Fili was very confused, and just as offended as Kili was when Tove insulted him before. "We're descendents of Durin, our kin were forged in stone by Mahal. He is our Blacksmith. Our Maker." Tove laughed at the anguish on his face, this was going to be very fun for her.

"Shortest Dwarves I've ever seen." Tove snorted a laugh, lightly shoving past the brothers and heading to their ponies. "Do not take too long packing up your things. I am not exactly known for my patience."

"I-- I already regret everything."

Kili chuckled. "It is going to be alright."

Fili froze suddenly and realisation quickly dawned on him, horrified by the situation and he muttered, mostly to himself. "She tried to cut off my braids. Mahal, help us."

"Your cheek is bleeding." Kili cringed.

Fili caught Tove watching them, and he shuffled in his stance then he puffed out his chest. "I am a warrior. It's only a little blood. A tiny cut. Nothing to be worried about." They started to gather up all their belongings, trying to be quick about it.

Riding a pony was odd, Tove wasn't the tallest person but she was a little too tall for their pony, she offered to walk but Kili and Fili looked at her like she'd just killed their puppy; like the mere thought of her walking while they rode their ponies was the grievous of insults. Apparently, it was not honourable; it was not how a proper Dwarrow should treat a young woman, of any race... she felt as though she fell into one of the stories her father reads to her before bed. During their long journey to a placed called 'The Shire', she found out a couple things; they were in the Third Age, 2941; Dwarf was singular while Dwarrow was plural. She still couldn't believe they were Dwarves. They were so short! They were Durìnfolk, and the nephews of some soon to be King, Thorin Oakenshield. She frowned sadly when hearing his name. It made her miss her father. Apparently, he was the Dwarf. Beloved and respected by all. Kili was seventy seven years old, and Fili was eighty two. Tove laughed loudly at the reactions from the brothers when they found out just how old she was.

"We told you what we are." Kili noted. He was eyeing her, and he questioned Tove, very curious. "What are you?! You are not of man. You're way too strong... and your eyes. Never seen eyes like yours before. I cannot remember a time where anybody described man's eyes as a rainbow."

"I am of Asgard." Tove told them with a soft smile. "I am not 'of man' like you say. Man used to worship my kin like Gods. It was before my time and disgusting... the stories gave me nightmares as an infant. The men favoured my father, Thor. They prayed to him and made sacrifices in his honour, begged him to bless them in war, across the oceans and through marriage. And, in return, my father adored them."

Kili looked terrified, gulping. "Sacrifices?"

"Yes." She was grinning wickedly, teasing him, she leaned closer to Kili's pony and gleefully told him, enjoying every minute of the horror. "It was mostly on animals; goats were the preference for sacrifices. But, every nine years, they would gather in their place of worship to sacrifice nine people." The brothers were speechless, staring at her in terror.

"That's barbaric." Kili gasped.

Tove shrugged and argued with him, not unkindly. "For the men who worshipped my people, it was an honour. They would be praised and spoiled once they reach Valhalla. Death did not scare the Danes." Tove didn't tell them anything else about her people and they fell into comfortable, but still a little awkward, silence.

During their journey, Fili decided that she wasn't a threat to them -- she's actually a very nice girl... despite the regular insults and the odd commentary. Strangely, she reminded Fili of a particularly suspicious Dwarf named Dwalin. Like Dwalin, Tove was on alert; scanning her surroundings and reaching for the knives on her waist whenever she saw and heard anything in the vicinity. Tove was vulgar, shameless and unapologetic. The more he observed her, the more he was convinced she was some kind of warrior. And given her age, it made sense. She was 900 years old. He really couldn't believe it. Tove looked so young. As far as he knew, it was only the Elves who aged as effortlessly as that.

She smiled. Middle-Earth was beautiful, there was so much greenery and wildlife. The realm lacked pollutions and modern structures, and litter. It was so peaceful. Her two worlds weren't anything like this. This realm looked so much like Alfheim and Vanaheim. It truly was like stepping into a story, she was in a constant state of awed disbelief. Her jaw constantly on the floor and her eyes were wide. As the Goddess of the Wild, this world was so perfect -- granted, she hasn't met anyone else but these brothers... who knows how she'll feel about Arda then?! The brothers chuckled at her shock, it's not something she could help, and they were more than happy to show off and gloat.

After settling and the sun starting going down, Tove attempted to contact home again. Having nothing else to do. They're not going to reach their destination for a while yet. "I can feel you staring at me."

Fili blushed. "I don't mean too."

"Keep your hands where they are and we are fine." Tove teased Fili. Kili laughed at her shameless commentary. Fili looked like he wanted to be anywhere else.

AN -- hahaha Fili 100% falls under scared but aroused at the same time 🤣🤣 their love story is going to be so fun to write. I think the other Dwarrow are going to have a shock when they find out.

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"What does it do?!" Kili was in awe.

Tove shrugged, so nonchalant about it -- this was a first for the Durin brothers. "Its a library of knowledge. It can do anything I wish it too; I can order things and talk to anyone -- no matter where they might be -- it lets me to take photos and videos. This is common technology for most realms. But, I think it got a little broken when I fell into Arda; it won't let me contact home."

The brothers watched in awe, fixated on the colourful projections when Kili finally looked up and asked. "What is a photo?"

Tove was taken aback by Kili's question, it has been a very long time since anyone has been this unfamiliar with technology. It was shocking. "It is like a painting, only photos are captured through light." Tove explained, swiping her finger through the holographic technology, earning herself a few more 'oohs' and 'aahs' from the Durin brothers, making her laugh. They jumped when the projection changed before their very eyes, and they're shown what they're assuming to be a 'photo'. The image was of Tove, smiling with a beautiful girl who had dark skin and golden eyes, and white hair that went down to her waist and was braided; adorned with golden jewellery.

"Amazing." Fili muttered in disbelief. They had nothing like this here. Nothing which came close to being as advanced. It was an odd experience, their people normally were the reason Arda advanced; Dwarrow created most things used across Arda.

"Who is she?" Kili asked, longing to know more about the mysterious woman who punched him in the face.

"That is Åse. We are second cousins, but my most dearest friend." Tove explained with a sad smile, she's already longing to return home. Sigrid missed her family so much. Åse was the youngest daughter of Heimdall and Princess Eir. (King Odin and Princess Eir were brother and sister). Odin would never have become Asgard's King, if not for the fact he's older than Eir... Åse and Tove were the youngest females in their family, so they're the closest of their cousins. When Tove inevitably becomes Queen, Åse would become her Hand. Åse would be ruling at Tove's side, essentially -- and rule in her place when/if Tove was unavailable to perform her Queenly duty.

Truthfully, Tove would've stepped aside entirely in favour of Åse but given recent events, she can't do that. That would only cause chaos, in an already chaotic time.

"Big family?" Kili continued to ask.

Tove looked at him with narrowed eyes. "We're losing light." She said instead, she turned to Fili with her warning. "Whatever the Shire is, I'd prefer to get there as fast as possible." She didn't want to camp the night with two men whom she didn't know, regardless of how kind they've both been.

"Right?" Kili shrank back, very awkwardly, taken aback by her abrupt coldness. Her personality changed so erratically. It was confusing. He got back onto his pony.

Fili muttered to Tove, protectively. "Kili is still just a boy... Please, remember that."

Tove said nothing.

The second she caught a glimpse of The Shire, the first thing she thought of was a children theatre production and felt guilty immediately for thinking this way... it was like staring at the toy model of an actual town -- it was so small. Regardless, it was breathtaking; each Smial had a gorgeous, lively garden, it was the first time she had seen actual civilisation. The few Hobbits outside their homes were all surprisingly very welcoming, even offering them food and water -- you would never get this sort of kindness back in her worlds. Gentlefolk was what Fili and Kili called them, Tove could see why, Kili had to physically drag her away from an elderly hobbit who was happily offering her some cake and other goodies -- she would've happily gone into their home. The Hobbit whom they came here for lived in the largest Smial, atop of a hill. She still wasn't entirely certain what a Smial was but she liked them. The three of them arrived at the circular door, Tove tilted her head with interest, spotting this glowing carving etched into the wood.

Fili knocked. A very grumpy Hobbit came to the door, he was not at all happy. They did not seem to notice as they grinned at him, Tove couldn't help but giggle. This Hobbit was, if she had to guess, thirty in Midgardian years, with thick blonde curls and dark blue eyes, in overalls but looked very frazzled. He was wildly stressed.

"Fili." Fili introduced himself, seriously.

"And Kili." The younger brother spoke.

They both then bowed at the Hobbit, in sync with each other. "At your service."

The Hobbit was in shock, and looked up and spotted Tove, confused as to why a 'Big Folk' was in his home. "I do not bow to men... whatever you are? I dont know, beings with cocks." Tove stated, a matter of factly, with pursed lips and causing an awkward atmosphere between them all. Then she offered the Hobbit a smile and threw out her hand, the Hobbit didn't take her hand, he was still staring at the three of them in disbelief. Poor fellow. And she introduced herself, egotistically. "Tove Thorsdottir. Charmed, I'm sure.

"Mr. Boggins!" Kili grinned, he was about to come into their Smial, but the Hobbit blocked his way, quickly becoming more grumpy with his current predicament.

"Nope!" He exclaimed. "You cannot come in, you've come to the wrong house." The Hobbit was about to slam the door shut, but Kili got there first and he stopped the Hobbit from slamming the door. The two brothers looked rather distressed by this news, taking a step closer to the Hobbit, Tove thought it best was for her to stay back and wait -- their Hobbit looked quite overwhelmsd... Cearly, not expecting any guests tonight, Tove felt bad for the guy. Neither Kili nor Fili were exactly delicate.

"What? Has it been cancelled?"

"No one told us." Fili frowned.

The Hobbit stammered, still confused and said. "Nothing's been canceled?"

Kili sighed. "Oh, that's a relief."

The brothers proceeded to barge through the round door, Tove shooked her head at their bold behaviour. The Hobbit stood in disbelief as a little high pitched squeak leaving his lips as he watched them. The brothers were both completely oblivious to their sudden intrusion, opting to make themselves comfortable. Kili took off his coat and began wiping his feet on a very beautiful wooden box whilst Fili began to give the Hobbit his weapons. "Be careful with these. Just had 'em sharpened."

"Oooh it's nice, this place. Do you live her yourself?" Kili casually questioned him, making polite conversation.

The Hobbit exhaled. "... What?"

"BOYS!!" Tove exclaimed, still standing at the door, channelling her inner Queen Frigga. The brothers froze at the tone of her voice and the duo turned to face her, frowning in confusion when seeing the total embarrassment in Tove's eyes. She unashamedly let them have it. "Honestly, what are you doing?! It is hardly polite to enter somebody's house without asking, and wiping your disgusting boots on his lovely woodwork?! Handing over all your weapons twice the size of him! Like he is some coat-rack?! I might have never met your mother, but I am certain she would be very ashamed of you right now. Where in the Hel are your manners?! Kili told me you were Princes?! This is NOT how heirs to a King should be acting! I am sorry Mr. Hobbit for their awful display of privilege! Do not just stand there, staring at me like twats with your hands on your tiny cocks -- apologise to the little guy! NOW!"

Two heads peered from behind another door in the Smial, more Dwarrow. Fili and Kili looked down at the ground in shame, feeling embarrassed. Contrary to popular belief, Tove was taught proper etiquette; she knew how to act like a Princess.

"I apologise." Kili muttered, meekly.

Fili nodded. "I am very sorry."

The Hobbit looked amazed, he turned to Tove. "Ooh, I like you very much. Bilbo Baggins, please come in." He introduced himself, smiling at the young woman.

"So pleased to meet you." Tove turned back to the Durìn's and scowled. "Well?!" Fili quickly took back his weapons while Kili began to wipe of the wooden box.

"She's scary." Fili whispered, though he didn't particularly looked scared, more -- awestruck; taken with her.

"At least Tove doesn't have a rock this time." Kili whispered to Fili, who watched as Tove walked in with Mr. Baggins.

Tove met the other two Dwarrow.

Dwalin and Balin. Brothers.

"Do all your names rhyme?" Tove asked the Dwarrow, snorting in amusement. It's such an odd thing to have ingrained into a whole race of people, but she liked it.

Balin was the older brother, but smallest of the Dwarrow who she's met, with thick white hair and a matching white beard, it was braided. Not like Fili, who braided his beard. Balin was like the type of grandpa who would try to give you twenty pounds and get insulted if you try to hand it back. He was lovely -- Dwalin was the opposite. Dwalin was bald with a glorious beard, he was covered in tattoos and had a couple of piercings. He was very intimidating to be around, he mostly spoke in grunts and huffs, and he had a likeness to 'Hogun'. Dwalin was the no-nonsense type, but he was obviously impressed by her attitude towards the Durìn brothers. Though, they all made sure to ask Bilbo for permission to do anything before doing it, after they had the pleasure of meeting Tove.

Apparently, there were going to be more Dwarrow coming, much to Mr. Baggins' displeasure, but according to Balin, they all thought he knew to expect them.

... Gandalf hadn't mentioned that to him.

Bilbo was a lot calmer now that he had a friend in his corner -- Tove. She bossed the Dwarrow around like it was nobody's business, and gladly made sure nothing of Bilbo's was broken... or stolen! Kili had sticky fingers. Nearly an hour later, Bilbo's home was transformed and safe to host several Dwarrow and a Gandalf the Gray. Although, they'd completely emptied his pantry, not even the blue cheese was left safe from a Dwarf's stomach. Bilbo was speechless, and while he wasn't actually expecting any company he was a Hobbit, of course he'd welcome them. He would bring shame, apparently, to the Baggins name, if he refused to host then. Hobbits really took hospitality that seriously! Still, Gandalf would be getting a mouth full.

Dori, Nori and Ori were their next guests, Tove gigged every time she realised their names rhymed. Ori was the youngest of the three, and he's bloody adorable. Quite socially awkward and holding tightly to a book. Dori was yet another grandpa, she was absolutely thrilled to meet him. Nori had quite possibly the best hair, it was in the shape of a star! Nori was the overly protective type, he held Ori close to him when they first met, very cautious of her.

Then came Oin and Gloin. Oin was their Healer. Gloin was another warrior, but he wasnt as grumpy as Dwalin.

Lastly, Bombur, Bifur, and Bofur. Bombur was the largest Dwarf, with red hair that was so long it's actually wrapped around his neck. Bifur was a sweetie, he couldn't talk due to an axe which was embedded into his skull -- yes, it was an actual axe, it had just been left in his head. Apparently, it wasn't causing him any pain, she really didn't get how that worked... she's seen a range of injuries as a Valkyrie in training; as the child of a great warrior but nothing like that. Bofur was just lovely, there was really no other way to describe him. He's lovely. Bofur also had a fantastic hat.

Each Dwarf had larger ears, proud beards and long hair; average height was around four foot, and they were all rather stocky, and, for some reason, they were Scottish accented, most of them. Although, none of them knew what Scotland was when it came up. They all sounded like Volstagg. Bilbo was even shorter, maybe three foot two, with pointed ears and massive hairy feet. While Master Baggins was soft and delicate, the Dwarrow were the complete opposite. They were very durable.

Then came Gandalf, she paused when he came into the Smial -- he's very powerful. She could feel it the moment he'd stepped onto the property. She knew many magic users, but none like him before. There's a sort of aura around him. Similar to that of Loki and Frigga -- and the magic they will use was very unique. Gandalf was tall, in grey robes and a pointy had, with a staff, and smoking pipe. He smiled politely and laughed when he walked in Bilbo's Smial, greeting the Dwarrow as if they were his oldest friends. Even Bilbo, who was quite angry with him. He'd even greeted Tove in a tone of familiarity, as though Gandalf wasn't surprised she was there... almost as though he was actually expecting her, which was incredibly vexing.

It did not take too long before everything descended into utter chaos. They were a very rowdy bunch. It felt like being inside a alehouse during a warrior's celebration after a long battle. The Dwarrow cheered, sang and ate everything; they drank a lot of ale, and they played their games in the most disorganised way possible. They all blatantly ignored Mr. Baggins, whom was still screaming and running around much like a headless chicken, trying to stop the Dwarrow from causing more damage to his Smial, and Gandalf just let it happen -- Tove laughed loudly, she was having fun being here. Right now, Tove just felt like she was on Asgard, surrounded by family and friends, getting drunk. Still, she tried her best to keep Mr. Baggins calm.

"Excuse me, Mr. Gandalf?" Dori walked over, smiling up at the Wizard. "Might I tempt you with a cup of chamomile?"

"No, thank you, Dori. Perhaps a little red wine, for me I think." Gandalf responded, Dori nodded his head, now grinning.

"I hope there's beer." Tove muttered.

... there wasn't any beer. Well, there was -- whatever constitutes as beer on Arda... their alcohol was weirdly sour and thick, and smelt disgusting, but she drank it.

Gandalf stood in the centre of the Smial, in the hallway which connected all of the rooms, spinning around and counting the Dwarrow who have arrived. "Uh... Fili, Kili. Uh... Oin, Gloin. Dwalin, Balin. Bifur, Bofur, Bombur. Dori, Nori. There's one missing." Gandalf sighed, hoping that he was there but in out of sight. Meanwhile, Bilbo was still yelling and running around, chasing a few Dwarrow and taking back things they were trying to pocket. It wasn't just Kili.

"He's late, is all." Dwalin assured Gandalf, Tove did not know who he was, but was assuming he was important. "He traveled north to a meeting of our kin, he'll come." Dwalin continued, matter of factly.

"He?" Tove wondered.

Dwalin looked at her but didn't answer as Kili was already talking. "Uncle." Ooh, him. Thorin; the soon to be King, and the Uncle. Kili had rushed off as quickly as he came over and Dori returned, with red wine. It's more or less a shot, Hobbit glasses were very small, especially for the Big Folk.

"Who wants ale?!" Fili yelled, hands shot up, and Fili grinned widely. "Here you go! Ooh, Tove, do you want some ale?!"

"Oh, thank you." Tove smiled, taking the mug of beer from the blonde. Fili smiled bashfully, and bowed his head slightly.

It was noticed by everyone.

Oin took it. "Let me have another drink!"

There was so much ale.

Bilbo came running into view, snatching something from Bofur. "Ex-excuse me, that is a doily, not a dish cloth!"

"But it's full of holes!" Bofur frowned.

Bilbo stared at him, unsure if he'd heard the Dwarf correctly, surely he knew what a doily was? Bilbo then sassed him. "It's supposed to look like that, it's crochet!"

"Ooh, and a wonderful game it is too, if you got the balls for it." Bofur grinned at the tired Hobbit, and Tove laughed.

Bilbo groaned in annoyance. "Bebother and confusticate these dwarves! Ugh!" Gandalf looked at him with worry.

"Dear Bilbo, what on earth's the matter?"

"What's the matter? I am surrounded by dwarves. What they are doing here?!"

"Oh, they're quite a merry gathering, once you get used to them." Gandalf smiled.

"Are you on drugs?" Tove asked him.

Gandalf hummed. "Presently?"

"Odin, give me strength." She sighed.

Unsurprisingly, the Hobbit had finally lost his temper and yelled at Gandalf. "I don't want to get used to 'em! Just look at the state of my kitchen! There is mud trod in the carpet, th-they've pillaged the pantry! I'm not even gonna tell you what they've done inside the bathroom, they've all but destroyed the plumbing! All barring Miss Tove. I do not understand what they are doing in my house!" Bilbo exclaimed, his voice going very high. Gandalf seemed to find his anger surprising, puffing out the tobacco smoke from his pipe.

Ori, the adorable Dwarf, walked up to the three of them, shyly holding a plate. They turned to him and he smiled. "Excuse me, I am ever so sorry to interrupt. But, what should do with my plate?" She's in awe of Ori, he reminded her of Axl Heimdallson, another of her second-cousin (he's Åse's youngest brother). Tove wanted to hug Ori and never let go, but she wasn't going to do that, obviously. That'd be weird...

"Here you go, Ori, give it to me!" Fili told Ori, walking over and taking the plate off him before Ori would object to him, and calmly threw the plate at his brother.

Kili caught it with ease then threw it over to Bifur, who was already washing up the dishes, he caught it without even turning around. They've all started throwing their plates! Kili and Fili grinned widely at one another, nodding subtly. This was a game to them. Fili continued to snatch dishes and throw them at Kili, who continued to catch them with ease. The two brothers laughed as more dishes where thrown to them, even Balin, Dwalin, and Oin joined in on this elaborate game of catch. Tove couldn't quite believe this was real. Her jaw hit the ground as she dodged out of the way of flying dishes then ducked to hide behind Gandalf, who was laughing loudly as their cutlery flew over his head. They were having a lot of fun, while Bilbo was trying his best to not faint. He yelled at Fili and Kili, who were tossing plates and bowls up like they were footballs. He gasped in horror. "THAT'S MY MOTHER'S WESTFARTHING POTTERY?! Excuse me?! It's over a 100 years old!" They all simply ignored him, and they kept going.

Around the dining room table, even more plates and bowls were being thrown, the Dwarrow were banging their feet as they clashed their knives and forks together -- they're making music. Tove whispered to herself. "What the fuck is happening?" It's like Apollo had cursed... he has done that before, Tove once very nearly killed a Midgardian man because the Lord Apollo became obsessed by his musical. It was unbelievably irritating. And the annoying little Midgardian couldn't even sing!

Bilbo cried out, still panicking. "Ca-can you not do that. You'll blunt them!"

Bofur laughed. "Ooh, d'you hear that, lads? He says we'll blunt the knives!"

"Blunt the knives, bend the forks." Kili was up on the table -- singing. He was really singing right now. Fili joined in.

"Smash the bottles and burn the corks!"

"They are singing?!" Tove gasped again, she was so delightfully confused by the Dwarrow. The Dwarves of Nidavellir most certainly didnt sing. They hated singing... "Why the Hel have they started singing? Is this normal behaviour?"

No one actually answered her.

They, just kept on singing;

"Chip the glasses and crack the plates,

That's what Bilbo Baggins hates !

Cut the cloth, tread on the fat ,

Leave the bones on the bedroom mat .

Pour the milk on the pantry floor ,

Splash the wine on every door !

Dump the crooks in a boiling bowl ,

Pound them up with a thumping pole ,

When you're finished, if they are whole ,

Send them down the hall to roll ,

That's what Bilbo Baggins hates! "

They continued to throw dishes as they sang, blocking Bilbo so that he could not see what they were doing with his things and they became very loud. Tovs was no longer hiding behind Gandalf but next to him, grinning widely as they sang and made music, despite the chaos it was so fun and joyous. Once the song was over, they moved out of the way and Bilbo got to see all his dishes clean and stacked in a few tidy patterns, he stared in disbelief which made the Dwarrow laugh louder. A little light heartedly teasing began, Bilbo was just happy nothing was broken. The laughter suddenly came to a halt when a knock was heard on the front door.

"He's here." Gandalf announced.

AN -- poor bilbo 😭❤️ man just wanted to smoke, drink and read. He's such a drama queen (valid). I love him so much. Does anyone ship Bagginshield?! Because I do. I love them as a couple. I neeeeeeeeeed them to happen, and I need more Hobbit lovers.

So, Tove's name used to be Sigrid. So if you see a Sigrid or a Siggy in there tell me and I'll correct it. Sometimes I miss them 🤷🏼‍♀️🤷🏼‍♀️

Phoebe Campbell as Åse Heimdallsdottir
Katheryn Winnick as Princess Eir

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Chapter Text

"No, there is a mark. I put it there myself." Gandalf stated, proudly. Bilbo sputtered, narrowing his eyes at Gandalf, who then grabbed him and turned him, to meet the soon to be Dwarrow King. "Bilbo Baggins, please allow me to introduce the leader of our company; Thorin Oakenshield!" He smiled awkwardly, staring at Thorin, who was now examining him intensely.

"So, this is the Hobbit?" Thorin hummed, the other members of the company were watching anxiously, hanging on Thorin's every word, something that she was very familiar with. Thorin didn't look too happy with the Hobbit, looking up at Gandalf in question. "Tell me, Mr. Baggins, have you done much fighting?"

"Pardon me?" Bilbo asked, taken back.

"Axe or sword? What is your weapon of choice?" Thorin continued to interrogate the increasingly nervous Hobbit.

Bilbo quipped. "Well, I do have some skill at conkers, if you must know, but I fail to see why that's relevant." Tove bit her lip to stop herself from laughing, Bilbo was so sassy when he wanted to be.

Thorin glared at him and he commented. "Thought as much. He looks more like a grocer than a burglar." Bilbo frowned.

Suddenly, Thorin was no longer attractive. Tove glared at their soon to be King, she was annoyed with him, on Bilbo's behalf. "Well, that's presumptuous." She couldn't stop herself from speaking. Bilbo's Smial suddenly fell silent and they all turned to face her. Ori gasped sharply, as if talking to Thorin was so blasphemous, while Fili and Kili both took a step away from her, trying to emit expressions of innocence; they didn't know this girl. Thorin gave her a look of interest, tilting his head slightly. Tove was not shaken by his glaring, and continued to snip at him. "I see rudeness is a Durìn trait. You know nothing about Bilbo, yet you've come into his home and choose to insult him? He is quite capable I assure you, whereas you lost your way, twice, on the tiny hills of the Shire."

"Her tongue is as sharp as the rocks she carries." Tove heard Kili muttering to his brother and Fili sighed, rolling his eyes.

"Enough about the rocks!" Fili huffed.

Ori frowned. "... Rocks?"

"She tried to beat me with a rock -- after she punched me in the face, and broke my nose." Kili confessed to the Dwarf at his side, nonchalantly. Ori gasped whilst several Dwarrow turned to face Kili, they were in disbelief with his confession. He actually sounded proud of the fact.

Thorin looked intrigued. "And you are?"

"I am Tove; the daughter of the Mighty Prince Thor; the Princess and the future Queen of Asgard. Who the fuck are you?" Tove introduced herself to Thorin, with a cocky smirk, which caused some frantic whispers from the Dwarrow as Fili and Kili looked at one another in disbelief -- she never told them that?! Those couple of days together, and she never hinted at it. Tove then held out her hand. Grinning, Thorin took her hand and kissed the back of her hand. Tove pulled her hand away and turned around, walking away.

"A fiery one, ain't she?" Dwalin chuckled. Thorin nodded mutely, a little speechless with what just happened. Dwalin nudged his shoulder and smiled. "C'mon, there's some food and ale left out for you."

They all gathered around Bilbo's table, all very quiet as Thorin ate and warmed up. Tove was sitting in between Fili and Kili and Ori. In the Dwarrow's eyes, these were the youngest of the group. Though Tove's age was still a mystery to most. Dwalin, Balin and Gandalf were sat at either side of Thorin, trying to start a conversation about their mission; why they were all even here in the first place; why Thorin was so late. It only made the soon to be King eat much slower, clearly having only bad news for his friends. Dwalin was less than patient with Thorin, demanding what he'd learnt from his travels to the Iron Hills and Ered Luin; the Dwarrow communities. Dropping his spoon into his bowl, Thorin sighed.

"They will not come. They say this quest is ours, and ours alone." Thorin told them and, as expected, they were not happy.

"You're going on a quest?" Bilbo asked.

Gandalf smiled. "Bilbo, my dear fellow, let us have a little more light." Bilbo brought over more candles to brighten their table, peering over Gandalf's shoulder when he showed off the map of Middle-Earth. The Wizard didn't seem to mind all that much. "Far into the East, over ranges and rivers, beyond woodlands and wastelands, lies a single solitary peak."

Bilbo read aloud. "The Lonely Mountain."

Glóin hummed. "Aye, Oin has read the portents, and the portents say: it is time."

Óin nodded in confirmation and happily informed the company, getting all of their hopes up. "Ravens have been seen flying back to the mountain as it was foretold. When the birds of the old return to Erebor, the reign of the beast'll end." He recalled.

Bilbo froze. "Uh... what beast?"

Bofur grinned mischievously. "Well, that'd be a reference to Smaug the terrible, who is the chiefest, and greatest, calamity of our age. Airborne fire breather, teeth like razors, claws like meat hooks, extremely fond of precious metals." Bilbo pulled his face, he knew what a dragon was.

Tovs scoffed a laugh. "You're all going to fight a Dragon. You guys? Really?" They all turned to her with questioning stares, they looked a little offended by Tove's laughter. "I apologise, it isn't funny. You're going on a dangerous quest to reclaim your homeland. It's very brave, especially since most of you arent actually soldiers. No offence, but it is obvious, I mean, Kili almost cried when I threatened to throw a rock at his head." And Kili blushed.

"And how is it, that you know we're going on a Quest?" Thorin questioned her.

Tove faced him, with a serious look on her face and she nonchalantly told him. "I seduced your nephews into telling me all your dark secrets. You would not believe the things they told me about you. Really, I don't think it's anything to feel ashamed or embarrassed about, its very healthy to explore your sexuality. I think its amazing that you like to frolic naked, over fields of dainty flowers. Especially since us royals are rarely given the freedom to do as we wish. More power to you." They all stared in astonishment, then turned to the King, who was anything but happy, then Tove suddenly snorted and actually laughed at Thorin. There were a few snickers from the others, only causing Thorin's frown to deepen.

"Where did Kili and Fili find you?" Bofur chuckled lightly and shooked his head.

"Unconscious in a field." She shrugged, that was cause for some concern. "I'm okay. I just... have no idea where Arda is -- and I've been to many realms -- or why I'm here, or how I'm going to get home." Tove casually admitted, unsure of how else she could've possibly told them.

Kili added quickly, smiling at everyone. "Fili and I swore we wouldn't abandon her until she has found her way home."

"YOU DID WHAT?!" Many of them roared. Swearing yourself to another person -- for any reason -- was taken very seriously by Dwarrow. Their word was their bond. She didnt get the reaction... they were acting like Fili and Kili proposed a marriage with her. It was odd. They were becoming less and less like the Dwarves of Nidavellir.

Fili defended himself, daring for them to challenge him. "She was alone, in a land she wasn't familiar with, and injured. I do plan to keep my oath, uncle. Whether you like it or not, she is apart of our company. I've already taken responsibility for her."

Thorin wasn't happy, but knew he couldnt do anything now, Fili has sworn an oath. "Anything happens, it'll be on your head." Fili then nodded in understanding.

"I am not entirely helpless." Said Tove. "I took these two knuckleheads down very easily, with just a rock and my stunning good looks. Can you imagine what I can do with a knife?" She grinned.

"You can fight a Dragon?"

"Can Ori?" Tove sassed back, quickly.

The young Dwarf nodded, then stood up from his chair and proclaimed. "I am not afraid, I'm up for it. I'll give him a taste of the dwarfish iron right up his jacksy!"

Glóin laughed. "Good lad, Ori!"

"Sit down!" Dori dragged him back down.

"You are adorable. Like a puppy." Tove smiled at him, making everyone laugh when Ori's cheeks turned a bright pink colour, shyly ducking into his seat.

Balin looked worried. "The task would be difficult enough with an army behind us, but we number just thirteen; not thirteen of the best, nor brightest."

Fili banged his fist on the table and shot up. "We may be few in number. But we're fighters, all of us! To the last dwarf!"

Kili cheered. "And you forget we've got a wizard in our company -- and now Tove! She is a female warrior, I am certain of it. She can handle a quest! And Gandalf will have killed hundreds of dragons in their time!" Gandalf nearly choked on his pipe.

"Oh, well. No, uh, I-I wouldn't say..."

Tove's facial expression began to waver, that confidence slipping. They wanted to kill a dragon?! She couldn't do that. It was illegal -- it was treason -- in Asgard to try and hunt the winged beast. They were an endangered species. Tove grew up with Dragons -- SHE HAD A DRAGON! Baldr. He was a bossy creature, but she loved him. So the quest made her uneasy. She didn't like it. Tove was okay with helping them reclaim their home, but she wasn't going to slay a Dragon. Tove was capable of a lot, but Tove couldn't -- she wouldn't -- do that. She's the Goddess of the wild; to kill a dragon would bring shame on her. They were Native to Asgard. They were usually docile and gentle, and protective.

"Kill a dragon?" Tove muttered, trying to level her voice but she could not stop the shakiness, or the uncertainty on her face, which made her feelings known.

"Yes, we will kill the Dragon." Thorin told her with a nod of her head, he was stern with that tiny detail. "We intend to kill a dragon and reclaim our home."

"We could use her." Kili cut in. "Uncle, she is strong -- stronger than anyone I've ever seen! Tove kicked our pot, and it broke a tree in half! IN HALF! She is not from this world, we do not know how powerful she is." That's a very good point. Thorin took a moment to think about it, looking over at Balin and Dwalin; the trio communicating silently. Thorin turned back to Tove, the King would allow her to join the quest; to use her powers as she pleases, not that Tove needed his permission... She'd use her Asgardian powers and shock Thorin, before letting him dictate anything Tove did. Gandalf gave her a curious look, they needed to have a talk, desperately.

Dori turned the attention back to Gandalf, at an impressive speed, demanding from him, looking quite excited. "Gandalf, how many Dragons have you fought?"

Gandalf froze. "What?"

Dori pushed. "Well, how many dragons've you killed? Go on, give us a number!" His pressure caused everybody to demand a number from him, causing an uproar.

"ATKÂT!" (silence). Thorin shot up and the room fell silent, Tove was impressed, its very King-like. "If we've read these signs, do you not think others will've read them too? Rumours have begun to spread. The Dragon hasn't been seen or heard in sixty years. Eyes look East onto the mountain, assessing, wondering, weighing the risk. So perhaps the vast wealth of our people now lies unprotected. Tell me, do we sit back while others claim what is rightfully ours? Or do we seize this chance to take back Erebor?" They all cheered, excitedly responding to his demands, hyping them up; ready for the battle that's to come.

"You forget -- the front gate is sealed up." Balin reminded them and Thorin sat back down and the Dwarrow pouted. "There is no way into the mountain." Balin added.

"That, my dear Balin, is not entirely true." Gandalf smirked, he produced a key and Thorin recognized it almost instantly.

"How come you by this?" He demanded.

Gandalf replied. "This was given to me by your father. By Thrain. For safekeeping. It is yours now." He handed Thorin the key, who clutched onto it hard, as though his life depended on in; to them, it did.

"If there is a key, there must be a door!"

Tove laughed. "Well, no shit."

"You are so mean to me." Fili pouted at her in a playful, childish manner, making Tove offer him a shit-eating grin.

Chuckling at the banter between them, Gandalf nodded his head to affirm Fili's assumption, and he explained. "These runes speak of a hidden passage to the Lower Halls. There is another way in, if we can find it, but Dwarf doors, as you all know, are invisible when they are closed. The answer lies hidden somewhere in this map, and I dont have the skill to find it... But there're others who can. The task I have in mind will require a great deal of stealth, and no small amount of courage. But, if we are careful and clever, I believe that it can be done." He promised.

"Oooh, so that's why we need a burglar." Ori realised, Gandalf nodded again.

Bilbo hummed. "Hmm. And a good one too. An expert, I would imagine."

Óin looked at him. "And are you?"

Bilbo looked behind him and noticed that the Dwarrow were all focused onto him. He narrowed his eyes in confusion. "Am I what?" Bilbo questioned the elder Dwarf, though Oin was deaf and didn't hear him properly, so he misheard the Hobbit.

"He said he's an expert! HEY!"

Bilbo shooked his head, frantically. "Me? No. No, no, no. Nope. I am not a burglar! I've never stolen a thing in my life."

Balin hummed. "I'm afraid I have to agree with Master Baggins. He's hardly burglar material." None of them liked this.

Dwalin nodded and said. "Aye, the wild is no place for gentle folk, who can neither fight nor fend for themselves." He turned to Sigrid, the old warrior didn't know this girl very well, so he did not know whether or not she could actually handle the wild. Yes, she was fiery and opinionated; she's not afraid to cause mischief but she was so young, Tove could not be older than twenty years. To him she was just a child and this quest was way too important to test her out on. Fili was honourable, after all he was Thorin's heir; he was a brilliant swordsman, dedicated and loyal, but he's never seen real war. He couldn't keep her safe, because they don't know what they might face when they head out.

"If I say Bilbo Baggins is a burglar, then a burglar he is." Gandalf fiercely told them, standing up in a surprisingly intimidating manner, silencing the room. "Hobbits are remarkably light on their feet. They pass unseen by most, if they so choose. While the dragon is accustomed to the smell of Dwarf, the scent of a Hobbit is unknown to him, giving us the distinct advantage... You asked me to find your 14th-- the 15th member of this company and I chose Mr. Baggins. There's much more to him than appearances suggest. He has got a great deal more to offer than any of you know. Including himself. You must trust me on this." Bilbo blushed because of Gandalf's compliments, smiling quite shyly.

Gandalf looked at Thorin, who reluctantly agreed with the wizard. "Very well. We'll do it your way. Give him the contract. We are going to need one for the lass too." Glóin gave Bilbo a thick stack of papers, Tove's eyes budged out of her head; it was massive! That's a contract?!

"I don't need a contract." Tove shooked her head. "I don't sign anything without my Hand present. So, I'll pass, thanks."

"You already have two hands?"

"No." Tove tutted, rolling her eyes. "Not those hands. My Hand is what my people call an adviser -- my Balin." She gestured to the old Dwarf, hoping they would get it now and they did. They understood what she meant by 'My Hand', and they all felt a little stupid for thinking she meant her actual hands...

"You're gonna need a contract if you're gonna join us." Glóin told her, sternly. He then added. "We've all signed one."

Tove stood her ground, and replied. "Mh, nope, sorry... I've got enough coins of my own, so you don't need to provide for me. I am legally not allowed to sign anything. It's dangerous. Risks forgery. Rewards? I do not need a reward... not to sound vein or spoilt, but given who I am -- a princess -- there is a very high change that I've got more money than all of you combined... Dying? I won't. Us Asgardian's are durable beings, and I am a Valkyrie. I'm a warrior. I've been trained in combat since I was a child. Every respectable Princess should know how to fight. I am helping because I am stuck here... You are the only people who I know in Arda. What else am I to do until I'm able to return home?" She took a deep breath followed, her body moved as she inhaled deeply. Everyone was staring at, blinking, taking in everything she's just told them and Tove smiled awkwardly.

"You never told us you were a princess." Kili told her, after a beat of silence, a little offended with her keeping that hidden.

Tove shrugged, she was quick to defend herself. "You were strangers... how was I supposed to know you could be trusted? For all I know, you could've been slavers."

That thought disgusted them.

"We would never!" Kili gasped, horrified.

Tove shrugged her shoulders again and she exclaimed. "How was I supposed to know that?!" They started bickering.

Thorin slammed his fist. "ENOUGH!"

"You did not just do that." Tove snarled at the King, in a dangerously calm tone of voice. Tove was so tempted to reveal her powers, but she didn't. "Do that again, I'm going to take your fist, and shove it up--" the rest of her threat was muffled as Fili reached his arm around and he covered nearly half her face with his hand.

Fili smiled innocently and he awkwardly commented. "She will shove nothing-- OW!" He'd rapidly pulled his hand away, Tove smiled. Fili stared in shock. "You bit me!?"

Tove snapped her teeth at him and Fili jumped. She giggled, teasing him. "I can but you again if you want. Make it fun?"

Dwalin chuckled lowly. "I like her."

Fili was blushing.

"Ooh!" They all heard Bilbo gasp, who was reading through the contract, he sounded absolutely terrified. "Oh my-- WHAT?! Oh, Yavanna, have mercy."

"I cannot guarantee his safety."

Gandalf nodded at Thorin. "Understood."

"... Nor will I be responsible for his fate." Thorin sternly told the Wizard, who gave him another nod. Bilbo was still reading.

"Total's cash upon delivery, up to but not exceeding, one fourteenth of total profit if any.' Seems fair. Uh--" Bilbo froze when seeing the next few lines, the panic was starting to settle in then he'd wobbled on his feet, trying to not completely lose all composer. He looked up at the Company, with accusing eyes as he read out loud, scoffing in frustration. "Present company shall not be liable for injuries inflicted by or sustained as a consequence thereof, including, but not limited to -- lacerations. Evisceration. Incineration!" He squeaked.

Bofur grinned, tauntingly. "Oh, aye, he'll melt the flesh off your bones in the blink of an eye." Bilbo became very pale.

"You alright, laddie?" Balin worried.

"Huh? Yeah, I fe-- I feel a bit faint."

"Think furnace, but with wings." Bofur continued. "Flash of light, searing pain, then poof! You're nothing more than a pile of ash!" Was he serious?!

Bilbo fainted.

"Oh, very helpful, Bofur." Gandalf sighed.

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"You look like you're gonna vomit."

Bilbo cringed at the thought and told the girl of men. "N-no, I'm going to be okay... I'm just-- I need a second to myself."

"I'm ever so sorry Master Baggins." Bofur apologised again, his lip quivering. Bilbo smiled sheepishly up at the Dwarf.

"Why dont you all leave us for a moment, I do wish to speak with Master Baggins." Gandalf requested and, without a second thought, every Dwarf got up and they all walked away from the weak Hobbit and the old Wizard, not before Bombur gently handed over a hot mug of cocoa, offering the Hobbit a kind smile. Tove wasn't as excited about leaving them alone to talk, knowing exactly what Gandalf would do; emotionally blackmailing Master Baggins into joining Thorin's Company. Again, she found herself being dragged away by the younger Durìn brother, Kili.

The Dwarrow and Tove were sat around a long table and Bilbo and Gandalf talked privately. Balin was listening in. They all turned their focus onto Tove, who'd just sunk into her chair, with her feet up onto the table, making very aggravating noise with her mouth, staring up at the ceiling. Well, that was until Fili covered Tove's mouth and exhaled. "That is very vexing!" After a few seconds, Fili released her.

"I do not like sitting still!" Tove admitted. "I am a Valkyrie; the daughter of Thor! It's unnatural for me to be so still." Goddess of the Wild should not be kept seated. It's against everything she was. It was wrong.

"What's an Valkyrie?" Ori leaned forward with such an interest. Ever the scholar.

"Ooh." Tove sat straighter, trying to think of how to explain what a Valkyrie meant to people who didn't known the Valkyrior, the Valkyrior were universally famous. It's an elite group of female warriors. They're turning people away because there were too many people asking to train and join them. Asgard was famous for their skilled warriors. Lady Sif was their commander, she was a brilliant woman. "A Valkyrie is a member of the Valkyrior. An exclusively female army of great warriors, sworn to protect the crown. They are some of the best and well respected warriors across the galaxy. You'll recognise a Valkyrie by the tattoo on our arms." Tove beamed at them and raised her sleeve, showing off her own large tattoo. It was the happiest they have probably seen her so far.

"... You look rather young to be a warrior." Dwalin commented, still unsure if they're right in including such a young girl.

She laughed. "I am 900 years old."

This shocked them. "Nin-- nine hundred? YOU ARE THE OLDEST PERSON HERE?!"

She shrugged. "Apparently? Asgardian's are fairly immortal; we can die if we get injured, but we do not age like you."

"Fascinating." Ori gasped.

Thorin was eyeing her. "How are we sure that you're not an Elf?" He asked with so much destain in his voice. He did not like Elves, apparently. She took no offence to being compared to an Elf. They're rather beautiful, intelligent and so gifted but the way he said it, and how he looked at her, she had a feeling it wasn't a compliment, and she really didn't like that.

"I am Asgardian." Tove repeated, she was scowling at the supposed king, then she warned Thorin, which created an intense and awkward atmosphere in the room. It surprised them, exactly how intimidating Tove could make herself. "And I'd advise that you take care when you address me. I'm to be the future Queen of Asgard; one of the oldest, beloved and riches realms in the entire galaxy while you're simply a lost king without a kingdom, resources or any real support from even gone own kin, you really cannot afford to offend me."

Thorin raised his eyebrows at her and he replied, with a bemused laugh. People do not talk to him like that. They're too afraid to talk to him like that, given the fact he's their King. "You talk a strong game--"

"-- trust, my pride is not a game." Tove cut him off. Tove shrugged and shamelessly asmitted, though it was not actually true, and she just wanted to frighten them. "I've banished people for a lot less. The perks of being the King's only grandchild."

"So, you threaten us with war?"

She pursed her lips, smirking and sassed him. "War would mean both sides have a chance of earning a victory... My people would destroy you." She proclaimed. The Dwarrow were nothing compared to what Asgard was capable of, especially given the current state of the Dwarrow. They're displaced; blocked from their resources. With how Bilbo reacted to them, and how they talk about Elves, they didn't have too many allies from the other species here. Arda would not survive a war with Asgard.

Thorin was impressed, and he asked her. "Yet you wish to join our quest? You think I would allow you to join us, after openly threatening my people with war? Why do you even want to help us, we are nobody to you?" Thorin questioned her.

Tove smiled, crossing her arms over her chest, leaning back on her hair. "Because Fili is pretty." She said, making Fili blush and then she laughed at all the confusion on their faces and told them. "You clearly need help. You plan to kill a Dragon who's already bested you. You never know, we could be besties by the end of it... Should we still live. Anyways, with all these men -- all these relatives -- I thought a beautiful woman was a welcomed surprise. Fewer cold nights... unless you arent into that?" The Dwarrow blushed at that insinuation, even Thorin, making her laugh again. She often forgot how casual the Asgardian's was compared than other realms when it came to the matter of sex (not including the Gods of Olympians). While Tove was intending to embarrass the company, the embarrassment still surprised her.

Dwalin gave her a disapproving dad look and he told her. "That is not appropriate."

"Is sex a taboo here?" She asked, actually disappointed that, that was the reality on Arda. They'd even flinched with her usage of the word sex. She sighed dramatically. "That is such a shame. Sex is one of the greatest pleasures in life. We could have used it to really bond us as a team."

"Is-is this you, uh, teasing us again?" Fili questioned Tove with a stutter, blushing madly, and she grinned back at him. She leaned closer to him, making him freeze.

"Do you want it do be?" She asked.

Fili opened his mouth to speak, but then his uncle grabbed him by the back of his shirt, dragging him away from Tove, still scowling at Tove and Thorin warned her. "You not torment my nephews. You wish to be treated like a princess, then you are to treat my nephews like princes' -- which they are -- and we won't have any issues." Thorin promised her, and Tove looked up at him, still smirking in amusement. They were all far too easy to wind up, and rattle.

"You are too serious, friend." She giggled.

He sat down. "We are not friends."

"The Dwarf's of Nidavellir are much more fun." Tove's exhaled, and asked. "How are you sat so comfortably on that chair with that massive stick lodged up your arse?"

"You're only making things worse!"

"I'm bored. I can't help it."

Kili frowned. "Well, try to help it."

"We have lost our Burglar." Balin sighed sadly, interrupting their conversations.

"This is going to be a long few months." Thorin uttered to himself, exhaling as the Company began to complain and gasp with panic. They needed Mister Baggins! They needed a Burglar to face Smaug.

Balin sat down, shrugging, unable to hide his disappointment. "I suppose its for the best... The odds were always against us. After all, what are we? Jewellers, miners, merchants, tinkers, toy makers. Its hardly the stuff of legend." The mood fell rather sombre, their was rapidly hope dwindling and Tove frowned, she felt for them.

"There are a few warriors amongst us."

Balin scoffed. "Old warriors."

"You don't need to be some great warrior to stand up for what's right, or to ascend into greatness." Tove told the old white haired Dwarf, they all recognised the look in her eyes; grief. "Some of the strongest people I know were jewellers, toy makers and merchants. I think they are going to surprise you Balin, just have a little faith." That actually got a smile from Thorin.

Thorin remained fierce, he was refusing to give up his plans to take back Erebor, with or without Bilbo Baggins with them. They could take on Smaug without him! It was quite admirable, a regular Einherjar. Still, Tove did believe in Bilbo, he was so much more than what he seemed. Bilbo will surprise them. Thorin didn't share her trust in him. "I would take each and every one of these Dwarrow over an army from the Iron Hills. When I called upon them, they answered. Loyalty, honour; a willing heart -- I can ask no more than that." The grey haired Dwarf smiled softly, ready to hug Thorin.

"You don't have to do this." Balin assured Thorin, there was no shame in it. "You've got a choice. You've done honourably by our people. You have built a new life for us in the Blue Mountains. A life of peace and plenty. A life that is worth more than all the gold in Erebor."

But, for Thorin, there was nothing more shameful. He shooked his head and the soon to be King argued, very stubbornly. "From my grandfather to my father, this has come to me, finally. Thror and Thrain both dreamt of the time when we would reclaim our homeland, Erebor is going to be ours again. There is no choice, Balin. Not for me!"

Their mood sobered up almost instantly, those listening began to grin widely, they clapped and cheered, swearing to stand by Thorin, no matter what might happen in the next few months. Balin was happy, he clapped Thorin's shoulders. "Then we are with you, laddie. We will see it done." Tove was looking between them.

"That was--" She started, but paused as she tried to think of an appropriate word to use. "--kingly, I suppose." She settled.

He grinned. "Was that a compliment?"

"A back handed one, yes."

This was going to be a very interesting quest of Tove and Thorin continued to talk with each other how they were.

Thorin couldn't help but react. Tove was a lot like Princess Dis, his younger sister. They shared the same snarky personality and it got to Thorin. He hasn't spoken to his younger sister since he left home for this quest, and they would not see each other until their quest is done -- and that could be weeks, months or even years.

Thorin turned to Dwalin and muttered to him in Khuzdel, making sure they weren't overheard. "You are to keep your eyes on her." Dwalin nodded his head, mutely.

Later, Thorin's company were starting to settle in Bilbo's living room, camping by a nice fire whilst their not so gracious host was in his own room, Gandalf and Tove were given Bilbo's guest bedrooms. They were to leave early in the morning, on the quest to reclaim Erebor, whether Master Baggins was joining them or not... Tove, despite being too tall for the guest room bed, was rather comfortable beneath the blankets. It was so warm and toasty; like being back in her house. She was slowly falling to sleep when she heard very low voices coming from the living room. They were singing again. Tove really could not be sure she will last very long, with them, if the singing was a common thing. They sung beautifully, but she hated musicals.

Thorin took the lead, she could tell by his accent. His voice was deep and his song was very sad, the others hummed rather smoothly which complimented what the King was singing. Thorin's voice was full of grief and sorrow but, at the same time, his voice was smooth and quite calming. It's a complete change to the boisterous Dwarrow who she met early on that day. Tove began to feel very tired, she felt to sleep to Thorin and the Company singing sadly about all they have lost.

" F ar over the Misty Mountains cold ,

To dungeons deep and caverns old.

We must away ere break of day.

To find our long forgotten gold.

The pines were roaring on the height,

the winds were moaning in the night.

The fire was red, it flaming spread.

The trees like torches blazed with light."

... Tove felt her eyes fluttering open, how did morning come so quickly? Tove was very confused. Tove was standing inside what looked to be a blacksmiths forge. It was unbearably hot in here, its fairly dark and the sound of metal hitting metal was bouncing off of every surface, it hurt her head. Strangely, the forge actually looked like Nidavellir, but less advanced. Rustic.

She spotted a man, he looked like Thorin, but he was taller and hairer, had scarring all over his body, and even more tattoos. The metal bashing stopped, he'd dropped his tools and he turned to face her.

Tove frowned. "Who the fuck are you?"

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"Mahal?" Tove's heard that name before... She loosened her grip on throat and she lowered her blade. "You are that God the Dwarrow worship as their Maker."

He nodded. "I am, yes."

"So, it was you who brought me to Arda."

"It was." He admitted to her.

A tense silence fell between them, Tove stared at Mahal in confusion, then raised her voice in frustation. "WHY?! Why have you kidnapped me, and taken me to your realm?! And the manner you did so?! ARE YOU KIDDING ME?!" Tove screamed.

Mahal sighed and explained to the young Princess. "Because of the Dwarrow -- my greatest creations -- they're all in danger, and I needed someone powerful enough to make sure that does not happen."

"SO YOU CHOOSE TO KIDNAP ME?!"

"I could not risk you saying no to me."

Tove snorted a laugh, she really couldn't believe what she was hearing right how. She ran her hands through her hair, biting her lip as she tried to keep herself from killing this God. Then she though; fuck it. Tove turned back to Mahal and her eyes turned a shade of deep brown, the forge began to rumble and the rocks began to move, until rocks, of all sizes, floated into the air, forming a tendril and they're shot at Mahal. The rocks wrapped around his neck, squeezing. He clawed at his neck, choking and struggling to breathe. Tove cocked her head, flaring her nostrils and clenching her jaw. Pissed off.

"You think you could just summon me to do your bidding?!" Tove snapped at him, getting angrier and angrier with him and entire situation, and Mahal slowly began to turn blue. "I am a Goddess! I am to be Asgard's Queen! YOU ARE NOTHING!"

"That is enough!" Another voice suddenly spoke up from behind them, Tove kept a hold of her abilities; strangling Mahal, but turned her head to see a rather strikingly beautiful lady standing at the entrance of Mahal's forge. "Release him, please."

"You wish me to release my attacker?! Seriously!?" She laughed, humourlessly.

"We mean no harm. I swear it."

"Your promises do not mean anything to me! I don't know you!" The Princess spat at her. How could she ever trust anybody who thought kidnapping her was a better decision than just asking for help? It was completely insane. She refused to allow anyone to have any control over her. "You knock me out, erase my memories and dump me in a realm I am unfamiliar with, and you want me to show you mercy?!"

The woman gasped, stepping forwards. "If it were Asgard in need of help, what would you have done? We only wish to keep our world and people safe!"

"I would have asked nicely."

"We were desperate. Námo foresaw the end of the Durin bloodline and we simply acted out of fear." The woman explained to her, tearing up as she watched Mahal's condition worsen. She didn't want to risk accidentally harming her husband further by using magic and so, she thought that talking with Tove might work. And it did. She froze at the mention of Durin's blood, she unceremoniously stopped Mahal to the ground and she faced the woman as a sickening feeling of panic washed over her. Thorin, Fili and Kili were to die?!

"This Quest..." Tove was too worried to finish her sentence. She might not have known the Durinfolk for long but Tove liked them. They're good people.

"This Quest will kill them." Mahal rasped, coughing in pain, grimacing at how hot it had turned his throat. He was still on the ground, breathing heavily but managed to talk. "Thorin, Kili and Fili... they will die, that is why we kidnapped you. To stop it from happening. To keep our kin safe."

"And you could not do it yourself?"

The woman shooked her head and said. "It is forbidden for us to interfere with the people of Arda; with our creations. So--"

"--you found a loophole..." Tove realised and, again, there was a silence between them. She desperately needed to think. She watched as the woman walked over to Mahal and helped him stand, using her magic to conjure water for Mahal to drink as she examined the injuries inflicted on him. He had smiled at her, melting at her touch then softly kissed to her forehead, as though she wasn't even in their forge, then Tove finally spoke with a decision. "I will help Thorin on his quest. But, I do it not for you, but for them... And when my family invade these lands and they wage war on your Valar for stealing me away, I will not stop them from slaughtering you! The price for my cooperation will be your life, as this was the path you chose."

"It won't come to that." Said the woman.

Tove snorted a laugh, replying. "Clearly, neither of you have never met my father."

Tove's father, Thor Odinson, was an over protective father. He had no choice but to be protective. She was his only child, and the heir to their entire realm. He doted on her like she hung the stars in the sky. She was his miracle. Tove was not planned -- as one would expect from a prince. Tove was a bastard. And while her mother was born from royal blood (she was Princess Baela, the daughter of the Vanaheim King) Baela and Thor had not yet married when their Tove came to be; she was born out of wedlock. Tragically, the Princess Baela passed on before they had the chance to exchange their family swords.

Baela died protecting her. Highway men. Baela did not have Godly powers as Thor did; too many of them for their guards to thwart, and Tove was but an infant. They all died. She, too, would've died if not for Baldr -- the wild dragon who was resting close by, when he heard the screams of a child, and the sadistic laughter of terrible men... Baldr did what any creature would do in this situation -- he ate them! And he has been by her side ever since.

Tove hoped it was Baldr who finds her in this realm; knowing the fear these people shared for Dragons, but she also longed to see her papa again. But, as long as the people of Asgard were working tirelessly to find her, she wouldn't mind her saviour being anyone from home.

"We do not wish to start a war; only save who we love." The woman promised her.

"Well, you only have yourselves to blame for what happens next! Now, release me from this dream world." Tove demanded from the couple, threatening to use more magic on them if they refused to do so.

They released her.

Tove gasped awake in the bed that Bilbo Baggins gave her. Its early, the Smial was almost completely silent, and everybody else was still snoring. It was like being in a den of Bilgesnipe -- what person snored that loud?! She got out of bed, dressed in only the tunic she stole from either Fili or Kili, and she headed for the kitchen. They (the Dwarrow) ate practically everything yesterday, and Tove was famished. She, by some Godly miracle, found a carton of eggs, a loaf of bread and meat which she assumed was bacon. Tove was going to have a delicious breakfast this morning -- until she remembered she'd no idea how to use Mr. Baggins' stove...

Don't judge her, she grew up with an army of servants and handmaidens! She wasn't taught certain things. Things normal girls did daily were completely alien to her...

So, she woke up Fili.

Fili was sleeping in the living area, by the fire, next to his brother and several other Dwarrow. Tove tiptoed over to him, knelt besides him and she not so gently shook him. Apparently, this was the worst thing Tove could possibly do, because he was now under the assumption he was being attacked by someone. Fili grabbed Tove, and with a surprising amount of strength, flipped them over so that she was pinned beneath him with a dagger at her cheek.

Fili, still half asleep, frowned in confusion when he realised who she actually was, stammered in confusion. "Tove?"

"Hello." Tove smiled at him, it wasn't too long before she made a rude comment. "I must say, I'm a big fan of this position."

Fili blushed furiously, he quickly removed himself, and profusely apologised to her. "I apologise for-- um... you surprised me."

"I am not apposed to being manhandled." Tove winked then stood up, laughing at the scandalised look on his face when he realised just how little she was wearing. Was that his tunic?! His Amad was going to kill him. Tove poked him out of those thoughts, and she actually confused him by asking; "You wouldn't happen to know how to make food, would you? Because I am rather famished but never learned to actually use kitchen... things?"

"Huh?" Fili muttered, drowsy with sleep. Tove rolled her eyes and pulled him up onto his feet with little trouble. "WHOA!" He was certainly awake after that.

"Breakfast. C'mon." Tove ordered him.

He didn't exactly have a say in the matter. Tove was so strong, and Fili didn't mind cooking for her. It was funny, watching a supposed great warrior princess struggle with something as basic as scrambling eggs. Tove pouted in the most adorable way when he stated to snicker at her, he apologised, processing to teach her how to make eggs and sausage -- they nearly set Bilbo's kitchen on fire... she smiled at him, awkwardly, looking down at the ugly plate. Fili pressed his lips together, kindly reminding Tove. "It's your first time."

She was incredibly frustated. How in Hel could she conjure fruits from nothing and turn rock into flowers, yet cooking gets to her?! It was very embarrassing.

"... I think I owe Mr. Baggins new pans."

There was a moment of silence between them before Fili started laughing at what happened, uncontrollably. And she soon joined in, just as uncontrolled. They woke up the other Dwarrow with their noise and failed attempts at breakfast. One by one, the members of Thorin's quest company entered the messy kitchen and grimaced at the charred smells, waving their hands over their noses because of the smoke. The Dwarrow were confused, and even a little worried, freezing when they saw Fili and Tove standing near the stove. Bilbo was still asleep. Gandalf chuckled at the state of Fili and Tove, bowing out smoke from his pipe, then he commented. "Well, you two look like you've had some fun."

Tove and Fili shared a look, then turned back to face the Company. The Princess smiled and she admitted. "We've come to find that I have zero skills in the kitchen."

Fili snorted, pressing his lips together to stop himself from laughing again and he faked a cough. He gestured to the plates. "This is safe to consume, but this is not."

Tove took what wasn't safe, throwing all of it away, then smiled sweetly. "Wouldn't want any of to you start shitting liquid..."

Thorin stared at her. "Profound."

Bombur took over making breakfast. The others were cleaning up the aftermath of their meeting last night, while Tove was told to get dressed. Apparently they could all see her nakedness and it wasnt proper. Tove nodded, laughing all the way to her temporary bedroom. Thorin chastised Fili because of the situation he was put into. The scandal it would cause amongst the Dwarrow kingdoms. Fili apologised to his uncle and grimaced, looking down to the ground, suddenly feeling embarrassed by what happened. Ashamed. Kili didn't like that. He huffed in anger and he snapped at their uncle, Fili did nothing wrong; they were having harmless fun, that was all.

"I can see the resemblance now." Tove's voice made them jump. She was dressed now, walking back into the living room.

"Resemblance?" Thorin dared to ask.

Tove lazily gestured to Thorin, casually explaining it. "Between you and your God, Mahal... You look just like him when you do that with your face. It's a shame really, because you're both far too handsome to have that constipated look on your face." The Dwarrow were silent, blinking at their Asgardian princess with a mutual feeling of disbelief and speechlessness.

"You speak as though you've met him."

Tove pursed her lips, nodding. Again, in a too-casual, nonchalant tone of voice. It stumped them. "Mahal came to me in my dreams. Ooh! And his wife -- well, I think she was his wife, I mean, they did kiss in front of me... they could've been lovers, I guess? Anywho, we fought a little; had a lengthy conversation; I promised to help you on reclaim Erebor. I woke, and made Fili make me breakfast, and here we are." After a moment, the Dwarrow huddled up together and whispered frantically while Gandalf just stared at the Asgardian. She claims to have seen Mahal and Yavanna?! It was a rarity for the Valar to visit those they have created, this was a big deal -- it can't be ignored by the group, regardless whatever personal feelings they have.

"The Valar came to you?" Gadalf asked, just as speechless as the rest of them.

Tove frowned, and corrected the Wizard. "They actually kidnapped me. That's why I am here. Because they took me instead of asking for help like a normal person."

"Oh, I'm terribly sorry for that."

Tove shrugged. "No matter, I agreed to help on this quest and when my family finds out what happens your Valar only have themselves to blame."

Tove's warning was incredibly vague, but it was most definitely concerning...

AN -- a little taster of Tove's powers. As the God of the wild, I picture Tove having the powers of an Avatar (as in the last airbender), with a few other gifts here and there. I think it makes the most sense. If you have any power suggestions for Tove, feel free to drop them in the comments :) I want everyone to be involved in this and all my other fics really, I want to know the things you like and don't like to read ❤️❤️

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Thor sighed, it wasn't uncommon for her to wake early. Thor walked back towards the Einherjar guards, they bowed again.

"What time did the Princess leave?"

The two Einherjar guards turned to each other, speechless with wide eyes. "M-my Prince." The Einherjar standing on the left began to stammer with a panic, and Thor let out an exasperated sigh. The princess often snuck out and tried to escape their Valkyrie warriors and Einherjar guards -- not even her Sworn Protector could keep up with her! Tove liked to fly with Baldr, her faithful Dragon, but had to sneak out because she knew that it was forbidden at such hours... It was too dangerous for her to leave the palace -- to do anything -- without the proper protection. She hated it. Tove hated the rules and restrictions that she had to follow, regardless of why they had these rules and restrictions.

Thor instructed the guards. "You two are dismissed, return to your captain and tell him you are to be asigned a new post."

They bowed again, before rushing away. Tove sneaking out wasn't their fault but they were her guards, they had a duty to keep an eye on her as she slept; ensure her safety and know whenever there was something going on behind those doors. They've failed... Thor had high standards for the warriors of Asgard, especially the warriors chosen to protect his daughter. They were good men, and great warriors, so they wouldn't be stripped of their titles and shunned by the Guard, but they were no longer able to protect the princess.

Thor walked out onto Tove's balcony, he spun Mjolnir then threw himself into the air and headed straight to the Asgardian mountains. Where Baldr lived.

Baldr's the Asgardian dragon, who saved Tove's life when she was younger. Tove and her mother, Baela, were set upon by highway bandits. They murdered the love of Thor's life... they would have killed his child too, if not for Baldr. He's been apart of their family ever since. One of the only dragons in Asgard who willingly interacts with people. Dragons were very sociable  beasts but they prefer to keep away from people -- there was a long history of blood and violence... Asgard was old; it's people were immortal, so was their memory. For Baldr to risk himself to save Tove, it was nothing short of a miracle.

"Thor Odinson, this is a surprise." A deep voice echoed through his mind, and Thor dropped Mjolnir onto the ground, hoping to not risk a war with these beasts.

"I am looking for Tove." He replied.

A humongous, winged beast, with scales as black as night suddenly bounced out in front of him, sneering, a puff of smoke blew in Thor's face with such a force, he almost fell, even with his Godly strength. Baldr didn't much like Thor, but he loved Tove, so they tolerated each other. Baldr told Thor, huffing in annoyance. "I'm sorry but my wild princess isn't here. Tove did not sneak out for our scheduled morning flight. I'd assumed you were keeping her from me, but perhaps she is with a boy?" Baldr teased him and started laughing at the sudden panic on Thor's face.

"You're a dick." Thor grumbled.

Baldr turned, Thor jumped back to avoid his tail, and he curled up into a ball. Baldr suggested. "She's most likely with Finnr."

Finnr Volstaggson was Sworn Protector to their Princess. Not that she needed one... Tove's one of the most powerful beings in the universe. But its protocol, so Tove chose Finnr Volstaggson. A great honour. Finnr father, Volstagg, was one of Thor's oldest and dearest friends; he has known Finnr since he was in his mother's womb. Finnr was a good, loyal and brave man. A perfect choice for Thor's daughter.

Thor found Finnr in the Einherjar training rooms, sparring with young trainees. His Tove was not with him. The entire room went still when they saw the Prince walk into the training rooms, they bowed their heads and waited to be dismissed. Thor smiled awkwardly and waved a hand, the soldiers and trainees went back to their sparring. All but Finnr Volstaggson. Finnr walked towards Thor, bowed at the neck again and he offered Thor a smile and he spoke with a friendliness. "Your Grace, its an unexpected pleasure. I'd no idea you'd returned to us. How was your journey to Midgard? Successful, I hope."

"It was, yes. We have peace again." Thor smiled. Thor's eyes flickered around their training grounds, he made a gesture and he admitted, sounding disappointed. "I'd hoped to find Tove training with you."

Finnr almost laughed at the idea, and he replied. "At this hour? Is she not abed?"

"No." Thor replied, now a little worried for his daughter, and Finnr's smile dropped.

"Have you checked with Baldr?"

Thor nodded. "They did not go flying."

Finnr offered him a tiny smile and words of reassurance. "Then I've no doubt your mother has forced her out of bed. Queen Frigga has spoken of nothing but Tove's coronation since it was announced that she was going to become Queen instead of you. The All-mother is very excited for her reign." It was a very good suggestion; a safe suggestion. His mother was quite enthusiastic, especially where Tove was concerned. Frigga doted on Tove's every whim and desire. She spoilt her. After all, Tove was Frigga's first (and very possibly her only) grandchild. This wouldn't be the first time Frigga has dragged Tove out of her bed to go do something... you'll find it very difficult to say no to Queen Frigga.

Thor turned and he started walking away, he instructed Finnr. "If you see her before I do, tell Tove that I am looking for her."

"Of course, Your Grace."

And Finnr went back to his training.

Frigga had all but jumped out of her seat when she saw Thor walking into the hall, she was so happy. "Oh, my boy! You have finally returned to us!" Frigga exclaimed with such joy and rushed over to hug her eldest child. Thor chuckled at his mama's enthusiasm, more than happy to let her squeeze him. He kissed her cheek when they parted and his smile faltered; Tove was not there. Odin was there as was his younger sibling, Loki, and Loki's partner, Ubbe -- but no Princess Tove... Thor was starting to become rather concerned for his daughter. Where in Hel was she?!

"I trust business on Midgard is settled?" Odin asked his eldest, pulling Thor out of his thoughts and Thor nodded his head.

"Yes. There is peace."

Frigga wrapped her arm under Thor's and guided him towards the table. "Come join us for breakfast. I feel as though I haven't seen you for an age. We've missed you."

"I will, but I'd like to find Tove first."

Frigga frowned. "Is she not still abed?"

"No." Thor shooked his head.

"She has probably gone flying with Baldr. Isn't that where she usually sneaks away too?" Loki told their brother, using magic to stir their freshly prepared tea.

Again, Thor shooked his head and he told his younger sibling. "I've already checked with Baldr, she wasn't with him... nor was she with Finnr, or the Valkyrior. I've sent a messenger to Auntie Eir in their infirmary, but Tove was not with her or Åse either." He really didn't like any of their reactions. Apparently, nobody knew where his Siggy was! Lightning began to crackle in Thor's eyes and bounce between his fingertips, becoming more and more anxious. Tove snuck out but she'd always make sure to tell at least one person.

"Heimdall!" Odin's voice boomed and only seconds later, a dark skinned man in gold armour suddenly appeared besides Odin, and he bowed his head respectfully.

"My King?"

"The Princess Tove, where is she?"

"Tove is--" Heimdall started, but abruptly cut himself off, cocking his head with his eyebrow raised. Heimdall could see all. It was his gift. He was named 'Gatekeeper' of Asgard, in charge of letting people into their realm and out of the realm. He was the greatest head of security any person could hope for. He could see everything within the Nine Realms -- and further if he really wanted too. There was nothing you could hide from Heimdall... He's also the husband to Princess Eir Borsdottir, Odin's sister. In another lifetime Heimdall would have been King of Asgard, but he's rather happy with the life he currently has. They stared at Heimdall, waiting, and panicked when he admitted; "I-- I cannot see her."

Queen Frigga gasped, her hand shooting up to her mouth as tears already clouded her eyes. Ubbe had to take Loki's tea cup as they nearly broke it, while Thor started to hyperventilate; thunder and lightening scaring the Asgardian's outside.

"Thor." Ubbe moved to his side.

Thor was having trouble breathing. "I ca-- I cant brea--" He panted, struggling to say anything, lightning shot through his body, forcing his family to step away in fear of being electrocuted. Heimdall couldn't see his daughter... it normally only meant one thing; death! He wouldn't survive the loss of his daughter. The death of his beloved Baela almost destroyed it completely. He would break if his daughter was taken.

"Send for your wife." Frigga told Heimdall while trying his best to calm Thor down.

Odin stood up, abandoning breakfast and ordered Their Gatekeeper, very unhappily. "Find Finnr and Lady Sif, bring them here, and the morons tasked with guarding the Princess last night!" Heimdall nodded his head, Heimdall bowed at them again and the projection of him had disappeared.

"Perhaps she followed you to Midgard?" Loki suggested. "She's always wanted to visit there and meet your Avengers."

"I-- I did not see her here. Heimdall would have known if she decided to leave here."

Loki continued to speak. "There a blind spots everywhere that not even Heimdall can see. Tove knows about several."

"I will send the Einherjar across the stars if I must. We'll find the Princess. I swear it." Ubbe promised the royal family. (Ubbe commanded Odin's Einherjar guard).

The doors of their private hall burst open, Lady Sif and Finnr greeted them, looking understandably panicked and frowned at the state of their royals; Frigga had tears running down her cheeks, they saw what Thor had done to the weather, and Ubbe looked about ready to kill someone. Ubbe wasn't a violent man. Finnr and Sif looked at each other in worry, both questioning their King, still bowing at them all despite the dark mood. "What has happened?"

"The Princess is missing."

Finnr froze up in horror, his Princess was missing. He suddenly took out his sword and knelt in front of Thor, holding out his weapon to the Prince. He swallowed the lump in the back of his throat and spoke, ashamed of himself. "I failed you. Failed my duty as 'Sworn Protector' to Princess Tove. Take from me what you must." He was fully prepared to die... Thor had every right to do so. But, Thor didn't even strike Finnr. He didn't even take his sword from him, which Finnr had offered to him. Thor made him stand, offered him a tiny smile and focused on their plan to find Tove.

Odin had ordered Sif and Ubbe, scowling, his concern for Tove came out as anger. Odin doted on her just as much as Frigga and Thor did, and because Tove was to become their Queen upon his death, they spent a lot of time together. She was the future of Asgard. "I want every available Einherjar and Valkyrie scouring the realm for my granddaughter! NOBODY is to rest until Tove is found safely and returned! Am I understood?!"

"Of course, Your Grace." Lady Sif nodded, she turned to look at Thor and offered a comforting smile. "We will find her Thor."

He smiled weakly. "I know."

They didn't find Tove.

... three days had past, and Tove was still missing. Heimdall still couldn't see Tove, and no one knew where she'd gone. Thor was quickly starting to lose his mind.

The Nine Realms had never experienced so much lightning and thunder. Thor was angry, grieving, and felt such a bloodlust for those who dared to even think Tove's dead. A deep sadness washed over all of Asgard and the usually lighthearted, and fun, golden realm was in mourning. They hadn't seen their beloved princess in over three days and they're absolutely terrified of what that meant for their future. Tove was well loved by the Asgardians. She's a fun loving, caring and very capable young woman; with Tove, her desire to help the people felt genuine. They were expecting her to be Asgard's greatest ruler. They've been expecting big things from Tove. So, their entire realm felt this sudden loss.

"Thor?" Sif called out to him, but he was far too busy destroying everything in his room to respond to her. "THOR!"

"WHAT?!" Thor screamed, in anger. With lightning in his eyes, he stormed towards the Commander. Sif remained where she was, unintimidated by his stalking. "Have you found my child? No? THEN LEAVE!"

"We're doing the best we can."

"WELL YOU'RE NOT DOING ENOUGH!"

"Thor." Another voice spoke, calmer than he deserved. Thor looked away up to see his mother walking into his room. Frigga frowned at this anger towards Lady Sif. It wasn't her fault. Thor exhaled, awkwardly apologising to Lady Sif. She hadn't taken it personally, knowing how much pain he was in. Frigga touched Thor's cheek, she pressed her lips together and advised her son. "Screaming in Sif's face is not going to bring Tove home. We're all worried for her and we all miss her, as you do. Tove is a survivor. Wherever she is, she is alive and we will find her. I am sure of it."

"I can't lose her, Mama. Not after Baela." Thor's lip quivered. Frigga hugged him.

"We're not going to let that happen." She promised, turning to Lady Sif and asked her. "What is it that you wanted to say?"

"Ubbe and I have begun sending soldiers to planets outside the Nine Realms." She explained through a cough, trying to keep tears from falling down her face. It was a rarity to see Thor vulnerable like this. He was always the strong one of their group, so whenever he found himself emotional like this, it hit them all hard. Lady Sif was also devastated over their princess going missing. Sif was training Tove. She'd only just earned her Valkyrie marking. Sif was overly protective of her younger trainees. She took every loss incredibly personally. That protectiveness was worse with their princess; Lady Sif was friends with Baela, she was there to help bring Tove into the world, and helped care for her after Baela was killed. She saw Tove as her own.

"Go as far as Nowhere, and even further if you can." Thor instructed her, and Lady Sif nodded her head in understanding.

"We won't rest, Thor, I swear it."

"I know." He smiled at her, Sif bowed and walked out, having plenty of work to do. Thor turned to Frigga and questioned his mother. "Has Åse said anything else?"

Lady Åse Heimdallsdottir, his cousin and Tove's closest friend, was just as scared and clueless as everyone else was. They spent hours talking with her, hoping Åse knew something -- anything -- that might help them all, but she didn't, and she also refused to divulge any of Tove's secrets, regardless of how insignificant they may seem. Though, she provided them with a list of their closest friends and confirmed that Tove wasn't seeing anyone sexually or romantically, which meant Tove didn't have any bitter rivals or jealous ex lovers who might want to cause her harm. They had no clues as to who their culprits may be... it's like she simply just vanished.

Frigga shooked her head. "No, but Åse is still asking all their friends. Tove is quite popular amongst the younger Demigods and Gods. Still on Olympus, I believe."

There was a beat of silence, Thor tried to smile at her comment but groaned under his breath. "I should have been here."

Frigga sighed. "It's not your fault."

Thor exclaimed in irritation, and rambled at his mother, his self-chastising growing worse and worse. "IT IS! Mama, it is my fault! If I weren't galavanting on Midgard and spending my time with the Avengers, Tove would be safe! Tove would still be here, not -- out there... where who knows what is happening? My only child! Mama, I'll never forgive myself if anything was to happen to Tove because I was not there to protect her. What sort of father am I?!"

"You are a good father." Frigga argued, so fiercely, she was offended that he would ever think otherwise. She held his chin in her hand and she sternly reminded Thor. "Your galavanting was for the good of the realm, and for her future. Tove loves you, and she knows that you love her. You're a good man, Thor, and a great father. Baela would be so proud of all you've done."

AN -- *chants* dad Thor! Dad Thor! MCU ROBBED US OF DAD THOR. Have you all seen Next Avengers cartoon movie where the Avengers kids save the world?! Thor & Torunn's relationship is so cute 💔😭

Phoebe Campbell as Åse Heimdallsdottir
Katheryn Winnick as Princess Eir
Tati Gabrielle as Lady Sif
Leo Suter as Ubbe
Alexander Dreymon as Finnr

... Tati is my fc for Sif because she is the sister of Heimdall and I love Idris Alba as Heimdall so I changed her instead <33

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There was an Asgardian soldier with him. The soldier was even taller than Thor, he was quite muscular and was shrouded in golden armour; the sword he carried was taller than the average person. The man was handsome, of course, with dark blue eyes and shoulder length hair which he'd tied up with a leather strip. He stood very closely to Thor, almost protectively -- not that he even needed anyone's protecting. The Asgardian wasn't happy; there was a constant scowl on his face, and his hand never wavered from the hilt of his sword, which was sheathed on his waist.

Thor was just as upset as the Asgardian soldier stood next to him. The Avengers approached the two of Asgardian's with caution. Fury did not... he'd all but rushed the duo, and even surrounded them with SHIELD agents; aiming guns in both their faces. Naturally, the soldier stood next to Thor did not react very well to his Prince being threatened. He drew his sword and he forced Thor to stand behind him.

The Avengers froze where they were, not wanting to make the situation worse, as Tony's security men hurried to empty the lobby of people (civilians who would get hurt). Tony glared at Fury, annoyed by his interference. "SERIOUSLY?" The Avengers were supposed to be handling this, given that Fury had asked them to do so.

Fury raised his eyebrow and he snapped back. "You think I'd come here without a little backup, knowing what we know the Asgardian's are capable of doing?!"

Thor sighed and rolled his eyes at Fury's response, raising his hands in surrender while making the Asgardian next to him lower his sword. "I did not come here to wage war on the people of your planet!"

"Oh, you brought your armada for some afternoon tea? See the sites of Earth?!"

The soldier kept scowling at Fury and he warned. "Watch your tongue, Mortal! You forget to whom you speak." How dare the Midgardian's speak to his Prince this way!

Thor smiled. "Ubbe, it is fine."

"They disrespect you." Ubbe scoffed with disgust laced in his voice. He found their lack of respect to be abhorrent. Thor was a Prince! He should be treated as such!

"Yes, but given the circumstances, that is understandable." He told Ubbe and while Ubbe didn't like it, he backed off and Thor explained to the heroes of Earth. "We did not mean to frighten your people, but the situation is dire, and we're acting quickly. There isn't time for formalities, or getting your permission to be on Midgard... But know this, we are not here to harm you -- Midgard's our ally! We are just looking for someone. That is all. That's why we have sent our soldiers here -- nor is it the only planet we have sent soldier too."

"Who are you looking for?" Steve asked, the Midgardians were intrigued. Still, they were concerned... who could they've lost to cause such panic on for the Asgardian people?! They hoped it wasn't Loki.

"Ubbe." Thor gestured and Ubbe stepped forwards then he held our his arm to the Midgardians and a holographic image of a young girl appeared before them. From the look in Thor's eyes, they all knew this girl meant something -- or everything -- to Thor, and their people. There was a brief moment of silence between them all and a flicker of hesitation in Thor's eyes, then he confessed to them. "This is Tove. My daughter -- my only child -- and the future Queen of Asgard. She has been missing for four days. So, we are here, looking for her and then we will be on our way."

They did not even know Thor had children. The sudden revelation stunned them into speechlessness. Then again, they rarely knew anything about Thor Odinson. Thor was, quite frankly, a mystery to them all... their mythology and lore was often quite incorrect, and made Thor laugh so loudly the ground beneath them shook, and he's never actually told them anything about himself on a deeper level. He talked a lot, but they never learnt anything. Thor was a shockingly very private person. SHIELD knew next to nothing about him. This was how King Odin wanted it. Odin's one and only condition of allowing Thor to remain friends with Midgard, as Odin didn't trust the people of Earth. He found them to be too greedy, too impulsive and too violent. They'd learn things about people, only to manipulate and use it against them. Odin most definitely did not trust SHIELD.

"You're a father?" Clint Barton gasped, a little hurt that Thor kept this from them. Given that he was forced to out his only family in order to keep them all safe. He never said anything after meeting Laura and their children; Lila, Cooper, and Nate.

Thor shrugged and argued, not unkindly. "I'm closer to two thousand years old, of course I am a father." And it was his duty to have children. Tove looked like him.

Natasha pursed her lips. She would have liked to have met Tove -- any Asgardian women, really. Thor has spoken so highly of Sif in the past. Apparently, the women of Asgard were some of the most skilled warriors in the galaxy. Thor gloated quite often, and very proudly. Natasha hid her feelings on the matter impressively well, and questioned Thor. "And what makes you think that she's here on Earth?"

Again, Thor shrugged and he admitted to them. "I dont know for sure, we're looking for her on every planet we can. But, Tove has always wanted to visit to Midgard."

"Can I?" Tony asked, gesturing to Ubbe's device. Ubbe looked to Thor to see what he wanted to do and Thor nodded. Tony walked up to Ubbe, gasping in awe as he examined the device on Ubbe's wrist. It's more advanced than anything Tony's seen on earth. He really wanted it, but knew it really wasn't the appropriate time to ask. Instead, he jumped straight to work and ordered his AI to work. "FRIDAY, scan the image of -- Tove... and run it through our facial recognition software. Do whatever you need to do, to get it done. Let's see if we can find her. I cannot believe you're a father. I honestly never got that vibe from you." He laughed in amazement, grinning Thor with a shocked grin across his lips.

Tony's comment got a smile out of Thor, he explained to them. "Yes, well, the rules are different for us. Tove is to be Queen of Asgard, very soon. She cannot breathe without the approval from Odin's council. We take her safety very seriously."

Fury quipped. "Yet, she's gone missing?"

"My Prince, please allow me the privilege of taking his other eye." Ubbe begged in their native language, sneering at Fury.

Thor smirked and replied. "Not yet."

"You can leave now." Ubbe told Fury and his agents, making a few of them laugh. People generally didn't talk to Fury like he was. So, it was entertaining. Fury wanted nothing more than to punch Ubbe in his face. The director looked at Steve, whom gave him a nod and Fury gestured for his agents to lower their weapons and leave Stark Tower, back to SHIELD HQ.

Fury sternly told Thor. "I want you off my planet the second you find your missing Princess." He didn't wait for Thor to reply, Fury turned around and walked away.

"We will be happy to leave your primitive, filthy world." Ubbe hissed at Fury, earning a nudge and a head shake of disapproval from Thor, as the Avengers watched Fury leave the tower, giggling to each other.

"So, who's your friend?" Tony asked him.

Thor smiled proudly, and grasped Ubbe's shoulder, introducing him to the team of Midgardian's. "This is Ubbe. Commander of the Einherjar guard. My brother in law." Their minds felt like they would explode, Ubbe was Thor's brother in law? As far as they knew, Thor only had one sibling.

"Brother in law-- as in-- ... with Loki?"

Was this really happening?!

Ubbe's glare hardened and he snapped at them. "Do you have a problem with that?" Obviously they would have a problem with this! HE WAS A PSYCHO! Loki invaded the planet; he brainwashed and killed people. Clint was forced to hurt, and even kill, his own people because of Loki. He hurt Nat because of Loki... And what happened in New York wasnt even the first time Loki's invaded Earth. It wasn't something they're going to get over as easy Thor clearly has. So, bringing Loki's husband back to Earth was insane, despite how important Ubbe was to the Asgardian's. Surely Thor could have chosen literally any other soldier.

"Why?" Clint wondered, aloud, genuinely confused as to why anyone would fall in love with someone like Loki Friggason.

"The Loki you knew wasn't the real Loki." Ubbe insisted, frowning sadly. The Other and Thanos tortured and twisted Loki's mind, and made them do evil things they never would've done on their own. Ubbe knew and loved a softer, gentler Loki. He might be the God of Mischief but they're not cruel. Loki was a good person.

Thor confirmed this, and promised them. "Loki was manipulated into invading this planet. Their actions were not their own. What happened to your friend Bucky, and to Clint, happened to Loki. They're better now. Free. And it will not happen again." Could they really believe that?! Could they trust Thor's word to be true? Thor wasn't exactly fair when it came to Loki. He had a soft spot for his brother, and he'd most likely forgive anything that Loki may do -- even after Loki tried to literally kill him...

"Mmh." Ubbe hummed, cocking his head and suggested. "Or, perhaps their issue is with the fact I am male? Midgardian's are known for their bigotry and hate."

Tony snorted a laugh, a little offended by his insinuation and he sassed Ubbe. "We all fight crime in leather and spandex! Do you really think any of us are hetero? Our issue is the fact Loki has tried to kill us -- he threw me out a window, incase you've forgot?! So, forgive us for not wanting to chit-chat with the love of his life."

"I am here for my soon to be Queen, not to speak about my love. So, if you could get your machine to hurry up so that we may find her." Ubbe scowled at Tony.

Tony exhaled, looking up. "FRIDAY?"

"I'm sorry but my search has come up with nothing. I believe the only Asgardians here on Earth are Thor and his armies." FRIDAY calmly informed the group of heroes and Thor let out a long devastating sigh while Ubbe groaned in frustation, getting angry with himself. They were getting nowhere with their search for their Princess Tove! She's already been gone four days... they needed to find her soon, or they risk their people losing hope in finding her alive, or finding her at all?! God knows what Thor's was going to do if he loses his Tove.

The heroes jumped at the sudden burst of thunder and lightning, and the rage in Thor's eyes. Thor was outraged.

Thor started walking away, commanding Ubbe, Thor's words almost coming out in growls. "Call in your Einherjar, we will not waste anymore time here." Ubbe nodded, bowed his head at the neck and his eyes turned a golden colour as he spoke to his soldiers. The Avengers followed them.

"Thor!" Steve called, only to be ignored by the Thunderer. Steve raised his voice and he called after him again. "THOR!"

Thor stopped and turned back to Steve, and he snapped at him. "What Captain?!" Steve was taken aback, surprised to've been yelled at by Thor. He's never raised his voice at them before, even when they first met and saw each other as enemies. Given the circumstances, they didn't take it too personally, knowing he was under duress. Thor exhaled. "I apologise."

Steve's eyes softened and he replied. "Its okay. Your daughter is missing, so I think you're entitled to yell a little bit. What can we do? How can we help? We want too."

He shrugged, helplessly. "There is naught you can do... we're searching worlds your people has yet to reach. I don't doubt the skills you all have, and I thank you all for wanting to help me, but this is far beyond your capabilities. I must go now."

"We are coming." Tony had decided. Thor and Ubbe shared a look. Surprised by his offer. Tony shrugged and quickly told the Asgardian's, leaving Thor with no room to argue with him. "This is your daughter, so we're coming! Try to stop us, and we will just find a way into space and follow you anyways. I'm a genius, so you know that I can do it... I also wanna tick 'space travel' off my bucket list... but, mostly, this is for your kid. So we're coming with you!" Tony yelped when Thor suddenly hugged him.

Ubbe wasn't convinced. "My Prince, is it a good idea to bring mortals into space?"

He let Tony go, looking back at Ubbe, as Tony shivered, trying to not cringe at how tightly Thor squeezed him. Thor replied, with a little laugh. "Probably not, but my daughter is missing and we are going to do whatever we need too, to find her."

Ubbe nodded. "I shall inform Lady Sif."

Tony squealed with joy, like a child loose in a candy store. HE'S GOING TO SPACE! He beamed enthusiastically and told the Asgardian. "Give us ten minutes to pack and we'll be ready to go to space!"

"Five minutes." Thor told them.

Tony was already running to the elevator, and he cheered. "I'M GOING TO SPACE!"

Ubbe looked at Thor, and commenting in their native language. "Your friends are so odd." Thor chuckled, nodding his head.

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Thorin huffed. "Are we done?!"

"Nearly." Tove smiled innocently, subtly looking behind the soon to be King, upto the large Smial on the hill. Bilbo's home.

"What else could you possibly need?!"

"You're so grumpy." Tove faux pouted as she teased, making him scowl more. She could not help but giggle at the irritation on Thorin's face. Eventually, she stopped giggling and sighed, then rolled her eyes and assured him. "I've almost finished, I promise. I just need to buy some -- ladies things... if you understand what I mean?"

"Oh." Thorin flushed, awkwardly.

Tove laughed again, punching his upper arm and she told him. "Lighten up Thorin, that was only a joke. I have everything."

Thorin scowled at her. "You are a child."

Tove grinned proudly. She liked annoying him. He was too easy to tease and taunt. He reacted so dramatically, and so quick, that she really couldn't help herself. He's delightfully emotion. Especially given the difference in their cultures; where Tove's people were so open and shameless, the Dwarrow were closed off and secretive... everything normalised for the Asgardians was unmentionable to the Dwarrow. This made for a rather interesting dynamic. "It is hardly my fault the mention of monthly bleeding has you all flustered? It is tragic how repressed you are... In my opinion -- that you should take as gospel, by the way -- you're in desperate need of a shag. The aggressive, all primal, kind of humping. A few good orgasms will wonders for your pissy mood. Dying with your maidenhead still intact, after killing a deadly dragon, is just sad."

Thorin's eyes bulged out of his head in a frantic panic, mortified by her comments, and grabbed her by her wrist, pulling her away from the markets, where they were most definitely overheard by scandalised Hobbits. Thorin hissed at her, horrified by her nonchalant attitude towards intimate matters. "Must you speak so frankly?!"

"Yes." She told him.

"You are not on Asgard anymore!" Thorin reminded her, harshly, which made Tove frown, and that heartbreaking look made Thorin pause with guilt. Tove looked so young. Thorin had to remind himself that Tove's attitude was how she coped with being kidnapped and stranded on a new world, by Valar -- by their Gods. Tove was nine hundred years old, but she was still a child by Asgardian standards, no older than Kili and Fili. She was so used to one specific way of life, and she's suddenly in a completely different life; it was a lot to take in and adapt too... her attitude was a shield. Thorin was trying to keep in mind everything she's been through these few days, but there was only so much that he could handle. He exhaled and apologised to her. "I did not mean to snap, but you've to remember your people and mine aren't the same... You speak of things we'd only discuss with our One. Its not proper here. These are very private matters. Say such things to the wrong person, and you may get hurt or even killed."

There was a very tense silence between them, Tove stared at him in a way which made him want to look away, when Tove did something he didn't think possible -- she apologised to him. "I am sorry for my behaviour; making you uncomfortable. I-- I've never actually been out of Heimdall's reach before... so, it has me on edge."

"Heimdall?" Thorin asked, confused as to whom he was. Tove hasn't really told the company anything about herself.

She smiled, thinking about her Uncle. "He protects Asgard. He has the ability to see everything -- throughout the entire galaxy! There's nothing you could hide from him, he is too good. He can see a fly farting in Vanaheim." Tove said with a laugh.

The corners of Thorin's mouth turned up in an amused smirk, then he questioned her. "Does that mean he can see us?"

Tove's smile fell, and she was quiet for a moment, before she shrugged. "I have no idea... I have called out to him, but he did not respond -- he's never not responded... Usually, if Heimdall cannot see someone, it is because they have died. By now, my family will have known I was taken. Papa is very protective, so he will have already spoken with Heimdall, and if he can't see me, they will assume that I have died."

Thorin really did not believe that. If Tove's father was as protective as she claimed him to be, it wasn't going to be very easy to convince him that his child was dead.

Thorin spoke again, hoping to offer Tove some comfort and reassurance. "Kili and Fili are like my sons. If someone told me they're dead, I would not believe it unless I saw it for myself -- And I would not stop until I found them, if they went missing. I do not know your family, but I know they won't stop until they have found you."

Tove pressed her lips together. When her father finally finds her here, things will not end well for the people of Arda... she felt a little guilty for that, but Mahal should've asked her nicely to help them, instead of kidnapping her from her chambers.

"The ponies are ready. We can go." It was Fili who interrupted them, and frowned at their closeness. As far as he was aware, Tove didn't like his Uncle. He stammered and added. "If-if you are ready to leave?"

Tove looked back at Bilbo's Smial, there was no sign that he was coming on their quest, and with a disappointed sigh, she turned back to Fili with a nod and started walking towards her horse. The Dwarrow had kindly packed away all of her things while she shopped, so she didn't need to ready her things since it had been done for her. It was very sweet. They were very protective of their women-folk, because of how rare they were. They did not know her, but they have taken her in with open arms; swearing to keep her safe until she can return home. Despite their Company all being fully armoured males, Tove felt safe. Its why she said yes to Mahal. They were good people.

"Fili." Thorin spoke, stopping his nephew from following her back to the Dwarrow.

Fili looked at Thorin, confused and a little worried. Fili hesitated to ask. "Uncle?"

Thorin warned, trying his best to not hurt Fili's feelings. "Whatever feelings you may have for the Princess, you can't act upon them." Fili's cheeks burned bright red.

"I--" Fili stammered. "It is nothing..."

"It doesn't seem like nothing." He argued, his feelings for her were blatantly obvious. Their company already noticed, they saw it as soon as they stepped into the Smial. Thorin helped raised Fili and Kili, he knew those boys more than anyone else (aside from their mother, Dis). He could read Fili like the back of his hand. Fili could never hide his emotions, especially when there was a beautiful woman involved. Usually, Thorin wouldn't have any issues with Fili having a crush on someone; he's a young lad, it was normal and healthy, but Tove wasn't a Dwarrowdam -- she wasn't even from Arda -- and she could be leaving the realm soon. He didn't want to see his son heartbroken... and Tove would break his heart, by leaving or by something worse. Already, she had threatened war with her people. Thorin was certain it wasn't going to end well, for any of them.

Fili, still blushing, admitted to his uncle. "She is-- extraordinary. But it is a childish crush, nothing more... I will get over it."

"And if you don't?" Thorin wondered.

Fili coughed insisted. "I will."

"What are you to do if she happens to be your One?" Thorin dared to ask, shocking Fili into a state of speechlessness. Surely if she was his One, he would have felt it by now? There's nothing more sacred to the Dwarrow than their One -- their soulmate; the person to who they were destined to be with; the perfect partner. If Tove was his One, nobody could refuse them, but it was still unfairly complicated. Tove was from an entirely other world; to be Queen while he was to be the next King of Arda, after Thorin. Their duty and responsibility to their respective peoples would always come first. Fili would be forced to choose what mattered more; Tove or Erebor? She would, of course, choose Asgard, having no idea what a 'One' even meant. It didn't hold the same significance to Tove, that it would to Fili. So, it was only natural for Thorin to assume it would end badly.

"She isn't... my-my One." Fili was sure of it. It's an innocent crush. He'll moved past it. Thorin had nothing to worry about. Fili then huffed, getting a little annoyed with Thorin and he sternly told his uncle. "We have more pressing matters to deal with, uncle. My love life is the last thing on my mind! I swear it, I wouldn't do anything to risk the quest of reclaiming our home."

Thorin smiled, bemused, and apologised to his nephew. "Of course, sorry, let's go." Thorin chuckled at his childlike frustation and Fili rushed away, practically running back to his younger brother.

"You're worried about him?" Said Dwalin, walking up to Thorin, watching him as he watched his young sister-sons with their alien Princess. His commentary sounded more like a statement than a question.

Thorin exhaled, deeply. "Yes."

"You're acting like Fili has caught feelings for Smaug himself." Dwalin noted with an amused snort, which made Thorin scoff and roll his eyes. Dwalin added. "Tove is definitely an outspoken young woman -- more than what we're used too -- but she isn't evil, or conspiring against us. Mahal would not have sent her to us if she was evil. There's no harm in letting them have their little dalliance. They're still young."

"And if she breaks his heart?"

"Or, he'll break hers..." Dwalin argued with him. "Thorin, you can't shield Fili forever."

"I gave Dis my word that I would protect Fili, and Kili, with my life." Thorin gravely reminded his oldest friend.

"Yes, from Smaug." Dwalin replied, rolling his eyes, then reminded Thorin. "There's no protecting a young man from his first heartbreak. It is an experience he'll have sooner or later... it is apart of growing up; of becoming a man. Anyway, he will only want her more, the harder you warn him away from her. So, leave them be. People tend to want what they can't -- shouldn't -- have. You are only going to push the two of them together even more."

Thorin huffed, taking in Dwalin's warning and replied. "I hate it when you're right."

Dwalin grinned. "You're welcome."

Thorin shoved him.

"Whatever." He muttered, moving the join his Company and the Wizard, who was in the middle of a conversation with Tove. He sternly told Gandalf. "We are leaving."

Gandalf nodded at Thorin, then turned to Tove and he smiled at her. "Ride besides me, and we'll continue our conversation."
 
Tove agreed. "That would be so lovely."

She liked Gandalf. He was a strange man, but polite and friendly, and he could hold good conversation. Gandalf was also the only member of the Company whom didn't look at her and start to whisper in another language... As odd as Gandalf was, Tove was thankful for his presence here. They spoke about magic and Asgard -- Gandalf was very interested in where Tove came from, and why the Valar chose her out of everyone to help. Of course, Tove kept a few things to herself, not ready for them to know her just yet, but she indulged the Maia, and they bonded with one another. Gandalf made Tove feel less lonely. Yes, the Dwarrow had been nice to her but the company spoke primarily in Khuzdul (not knowing she could understand them) and eyed her with suspicion. It was shocking how secretive they were -- the Dwarves of Nidvellir weren't even this bad. She wasn't too sure how she should feel about it.

"You are very quiet." Gandalf noted, she's like an entirely new person... It was a little worrying. Gandalf raised an eyebrow and questioned her. "Did something happen?"

"No." Tove replied. "I'm just-- I need time to process what happened... it isn't every day that I am kidnapped by another God. The political fallout is going to be terrible for the people of Arda..." Tove warned.

"You truly believe that?" He was worried.

Tove nodded. "Yes, I truly believe that... My Grandsire isn't a very forgiving man. He takes the security of his realm very seriously. So, this will mean war."

"I prey it does not come to that." Gandalf sighed, wanting only peace with Tove's family and people. If he could, he would try and stop this war from brewing.

"WAIT!" A familiar voice screamed in the distance, the Company stopped and they turned, stunned to see Bilbo Baggins. He was running towards them, in travelling clothes and a long piece of parchment in his hand, waving it about. He screamed for them to stop. "WAIT FOR ME!"

Tove grinned widely. "I knew he'd come." She stated and Thorin rolled his eyes. It's why she dragged the Dwarrow around the Hobbit markets; to give Bilbo time.

Bilbo beamed. "I signed it."

He gave the contract to Balin, then took a moment to himself to catch his breath as Balin scrutinised Bilbo's contract, it took only a few minutes. Balin rolled the scroll of parchment and nodded at Thorin, who rolled his eyes. He does not want Bilbo on this quest with them. Balin turned back to Bilbo with a smile. "Everything appears to be in order. Welcome, Master Baggins, to the company of Thorin Oakenshield."

Bilbo nodded in thanks, smiling still. He was so proud of himself, when Thorin's grumbled orders ruined his mood. "Give him a pony." Thorin commanded them.

Bilbo's eyes widened in horror, frantically shaking his head; waving both his hands around. "No, no, no, no. Th-that won't be necessary, nope. Thank you... I am sure I can keep up on foot. Us-us Hobbits have very good feet. Made for walking. Yes we are, I-I have done my fair share of walkin' holidays, y'know? Even got as far as Frog Morton." Bilbo anxiously rambled, a pony was not something he wanted or needed on this journey. Whilst rambling, he didn't see Thorin sigh and give Kili and Fili nod, until the brothers knelt down to reach for the Hobbit and grabbed an arm each. He yelped when they lifted up him with ease and they set him on a pony, snickering at his quite scandalised reaction. Bilbo held onto the reins like his life depended onto it. Bilbo looked absolutely terrified, it only got worse when they began to move on. Tove laughed at the look on Bilbo's face, her horse trotted towards the Hobbit and she started to give Bilbo some advise on how to ride properly, since Hobbits never ride. Ever. So, Bilbo was clueless.

Tove sighed, it's like teaching an infant... she, crudely, told the Hobbit. "Unclench your arse cheeks, she knows that you're nervous. That'll only make her nervous. Bilbo, she isn't going to hurt you."

Bilbo trembled. "How can you be sure?!"

"Because she told me." Tove said, matter of factly, and the company fell silent. The men turned to face Tove, unsure if they'd heard that correctly... their horse told her?

"Your horse told you?" Fili asked her, just as confused as everyone else was. Have they allowed a crazy person to join them?!

Tove nodded. "Yes."

"You can speak with horses?"

"No, I can communicate with all animals." Tove corrected Fili, in a casual tone, as if this wasn't the strangest thing they have ever heard someone proclaim. Tove was very amused by their reactions, snorting a laugh and shaking her head. They could speak with the rocks, why was animals so shocking to them?! They made very little sense. It wasn't as though speaking with an uncommon ability -- it was one of the most common gifts in the galaxy. There's plenty of Gods who understand animals.

"Amazing." Fili muttered, staring in awe of her. She just gets more extraordinary the more they learned about her.

"We need to keep going." Said Thorin.

So, they kept going.

With Tove and Gandalf's help, Bilbo was calmer. They finally left the Hobbit village and were heading closer to Bree. They're all in a good mood, laughing and singing with each other and playing games while Thorin, Dwalin and Balin went over their plans to reclaim Erebor. Seeing Bilbo get more confident in himself on the back of his pony, Tove left him with Gandalf and she trotted over towards the Durin boys. Fili and Kili were more than happy to ride at her side. Bilbo wasn't too pleased with Tove leaving him, she made him feel so safe, but he wouldn't force her to stay by his side and he dealt with it. Tove looked so happy to be surrounded by Dwarrow.

When, all of a sudden, small pouches of gold and silver were flying between each pony. Oin grinned. "C'mon, Nori! Pay up!" He laughed at the annoyed look on Nori's face, Nori grumbled as he threw money. They even gave Tove a pouch of money.

Bilbo frowned. "What's that about?"

"They took wagers on whether or not you would turn up. Most of them bet that you wouldn't." Gandalf explained to Bilbo with a laugh, smiling innocently. Bilbo couldn't lie, this so called wager hurt his feelings.

"And what did you think?" He wondered, a little anxious to learn Gandalf's answer.

"Well..." Gandalf grinned as his hand shot out and he caught a pouch with ease, his confidence gave Bilbo a boost. "My dear fellow, I never doubted you for a second." Gandalf gently promised him, and shared the bet winnings with the Hobbit.

They travelled a further three hours; past the town of Bree and they headed deeper into the country, where there were rarely any people and little to no settlements -- only fields of grass, large forests and big hills and the mountains. Essentially, they were currently in the middle of nowhere, on their way to somewhere. Tove adored it. Everything about their country was so peaceful, and so beautiful. She could see herself living here, if she wasn't who she was... Tove could easily build a farm out here -- anywhere here -- surround herself with all kinds of wildlife, and grow old. Its perfect, but reality forbade it. A sadness rose in her. She did not want to be Queen of Asgard, but her duty commanded it.

Tove jumped when Bilbo sneezed loudly, then hearing him groan. "It's horse hair... I'm having a reaction." He said and began to pat his pockets, looking for something but couldn't find it and he began to panic. He gasped, yelling at Thorin frantically in desperation. "STOP! We've to go back!"

The Company stopped, Bilbo sounded so panicked it would've only been wrong to ignore his cries. So, they stopped and the Dwarrow turned to Bilbo, confused. Tove furrowed a brow and she questioned him in worry. "Odin's beard, what's wrong?!"

"I forgot my handkerchief."

Was he serious?!

Naturally, the Company were pissed with him. Thorin cursed in Khuzdul and began to ride on. Tove huffed, annoyed, if they were on Asgard, Tove would have Odin's crows pluck out his eyeballs for making her worry for him for no reason, but they were not on Asgard... So, she continued on with the others and groaned. "Men."

Bofur ripped his tunic and he threw it at Bilbo, cackling loudly. "Here! Use this!" Bilbo grimaced, holding the torn, smelly fabric out between two fingers while the rest of the Dwarrow laughed with Bofur.

Gandalf sighed, disappointedly, then he warned Bilbo. "You will have to manage without your pocket handkerchiefs, and a good many other things, Bilbo Baggins, before we reach our journey's end... You were born to the rolling hills and the little rivers of the Shire. Home is now behind you, and the world is ahead."

Bilbo gulped.

AN -- Fili has a cruuuush 😭❤️ I love it when it's the men pining after the woman instead of the woman pining after the man. Why do we not see this more often? Like, why does the woman always have to be the one who is embarrassingly in love with the man who doesn't really care 🤷🏼‍♀️

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Because of the noise, and how uncomfy he was, Bilbo couldn't sleep. So, he stood up and walked over to their ponies. Bilbo snuck an apple for Myrtle, petting her as he spoke softly. "Hello, who's a good girl? This is our little secret, Myrtle. You must tell no one. Shh, shh." He giggled, feeding her the apple and he smiled at her. It's the calmest he's felt since leaving home. But, it didn't last long... Bilbo jumped in shock at a high pitched, terrifying, shriek in the air. He turned around sharply, scared and gasping, then demanded from the young Durin brothers. "Wh-what was that?!"

Kili and Fili turned to each other, grinning and the duo explained to Bilbo. "Orcs."

"Orcs?!" Bilbo gulped, his voice cracking. They didn't sound like pleasant creatures. Thorin sat up, alarmed by the screaming Orcs. He reached for his sword, turning to his sister-sons, wanting to make sure they were safe then he frowned at them. Kili and Fili were teasing Bilbo about the Orcs. Bilbo looked like he's about to piss himself. Thorin really didn't like it.

"What're Orcs!?" Tove wondered, by their tone, it suggested they were not going to be the nicest of creatures. But, she loved learning about new beasts, she was very fascinated to know more about it. Finally, they were showing her that Arda was not all sunshine and daisies as everybody, so far, had been leading her to believe.

Fili hummed, nodding. "Throat-cutters. There'll be dozens of them out there."

Kili continued and Bilbo's fear only grew while Tove was sitting straighter, almost fascinated by their story. Tove had never even heard of an Orc before, they sounded like Chitauri. "The lone lands are crawling with them... They strike in the wee small hours when everyone's asleep. Quick and quiet, no screams. Just lots of blood." He told Kili, Bilbo's eyes widened in horror at what the Durin brothers were telling him, he was understandably panicked. Fili and Kili looked at each other, then they burst out laughing, finding Bilbo's fear to be the height of entertainment.

Tove snorted, she shoved the brothers, and insulted them, but laughed "Pricks!"

Thorin threw off his blanket, standing up, and stormed over to his sister-sons, with a livid expression. "You think it's funny?! You think a night raid by Orcs is a joke?!" He rose his voice at the brothers, making the boys grimace and flinch, and looked away in shame. It shocked Tove, Thorin has never raised his voice, even when he was irritated by her sexual innuendos -- he scolded her when she made Fili blush with her commentary, and teased Kili too much. 'They're just boys' Thorin told her... he here was, making them tear up, taking Dis' place while they're on this quest.

Kili stammered awkwardly, apologising to him. "We didn't mean anything by it..." And Fili squeezed his hand, comfortingly.

"No, you didn't." Thorin scoffed, walking away. "You know nothing of the world."

There was a very tense silence as Thorin stormed back towards his sleep mat. Kili and Fili apologised to Bilbo and Tove for trying to scare them, then Balin made his way towards the four of them, offering a kind smile and he told them. "Don't mind Thorin. He has more cause than most to hate Orcs." Kili and Fili only felt even more guilty for what they had just done...

Tove recognised that look on Thorin's face; hatred. "Why?" Tove dared to ask, wondering what could've happened for Thorin to hate someone so much.

Balin told them a rather gruesome story, of the war. "After the dragon had stolen the Lonely Mountain, King Thror tried to reclaim the ancient Dwarrow kingdom of Moria. But our enemy had got there first. Moria had been taken by legions of Orcs led by the most vile of all their race; Azog the Defiler. The giant Gundabad Orc had sworn to wipe out the entire line of Durin. Thrain, Thorin's father, was driven mad by grief. He went missing. Taken prisoner or killed we did not know... we're leaderless. Defeat and death were upon us, and that is when I saw him. A young Dwarf prince facing down the pale Orc. He stood alone against this terrible foe. His armour rent wielding nothing but an oaken branch as a shield and Azog the Defiler learned that day that the line of Durin would not be so easily broken. Our forces rallied and they drove the Orcs back, and our enemy was defeated... There was no feast, nor song, that night for our dead were beyond the count of grief. We few had survived. And I thought to myself then there is one who I could follow. One, who I could call King."

Balin had Bilbo's full attention, enticed by what he was being told. Bilbo swallowed nervously and questioned. "And the Pale Orc... wh-what happened to him?"

Thorin turned back to them, and fiercely told Bilbo, making Bilbo jump. "He's slunk back into the hole from whence he came. That filth died of his wounds long ago."

Thorin sounded so sure of this, but Tove wasn't and she wasn't shy about pointing that out. "How do you know?" She asked Thorin. Thorin's eyes were filled with fire, scowling at her. The camp fell silent and the Dwarrow looked between them, very nervously. "How do you know Azog died? What wounds did you inflict on him that you're so sure he had perished?"

"What did you just say?!" Thorin scowled at her, really tired of her constant need to taunt and challenge him. To prove she's a far better monarch than he was?!

"Thorin." Dwalin sighed, at the same time as Fili, both men warning Thorin to not lose his temper with Tove, again. They're so sick of the fighting. It was far too late for this, and they were all exhausted.

"I said 'how do you know'." She repeated, sitting straighter, the Dwarrow turned to each other and whispered, they were not used to Tove's brand of confidence yet and even less used to someone actually questioning their leaders words. Thorin tilted his head with a bemused look, the Witch shrugged. "How can you possibly know he died if he just slivered back into his hole? Did you see his corpse? Watch him succumb to his wounds? No or yes, it's a fairly simple question to answer!?"

"He is dead." Thorin told her, insistently.

Tove raised an eyebrow. "And you are so sure of that, because we're currently on a journey back to where you, your dad and his dad, fought said apparently killed Orc. It doesn't exactly take a genius to realise what we are doing here. Azog the Defiler, will soon come for you to finish what he started all those years ago. So, I'm going to you ask again; are you certain Azog is truly dead?!" Tove demanded, ranting at Thorin. She was taking their safety quite seriously, especially after what Yavanna and Mahal told her; why they'd kidnappdd her in the first place... The Durin's were to die on this quest, and it's her job to stop it from happening. So, it Azog was alive, he will surely come for Thorin... Antagonists were annoying and persistent like that.

"AZOG IS DEAD!!" Thorin repeated, raising his voice at Tove, before he walked away and Tove scoffed, she was annoyed with his confidence. How could he so sure? He didnt see Azog taking his last breath! King Bor, her great-grandsire, made that exact same mistake with Malekith. He believed the Dark Elf perished during their war. He did not. Malekith survived and came back to Asgard for his revenge. The Dark Elves invaded Asgard, and managed to hurt her Grandmama. Queen Frigga almost died in their attack -- nearly a hundered innocent Asgardian's were killed, and a Midgardian named Jane Foster. They almost lost one of their most important figures because King Bor was certain -- but never actually verified -- that Malekith had died in battle, and the Dark Elves were vanquished. So, Tove needed to be certain that Azog the Defiler was truly dead, so that she wasn't constantly looking over her shoulder with concern that a vengeful Orc was coming to kill them all. Confirming Azog's death was of the utmost importance.

The Dwarrow were staring at her, mutely, they were stunned into speechlessness. Talking to a King like this?! Tove was so stern and intimidating! She clearly didn't care who Thorin was, and she was going to let him have it -- because he deserved it. The shocked look on Thorin's face was utterly priceless, he looked as if she had just slapped him. It was very funny.

Bofur chuckled, grinning, and looked to those lying closest to him. "I think I like the girl. She's got balls as big as a bear!" Bofur commented, making them laugh, when he groaned as Dwalin slapped the back of his head and gave Bofur a stern glare, shaking his head in disapproval 

"Mind your tongue!" Dwalin told him.

Bofur frowned, touching the back of his head. "WHAT?! That was a compliment!"

Dwalin rolled his eyes and replies. "You don't compliment a Princess like that!"

"I don't think she minds." Bofur laughed.

And she didn't mind. She has been given stranger compliments and worse insults. Tove was just glad to see Bofur actually acknowledging her presence, smiling at her instead of scowling suspiciously. He may actually allow Ori to talk to her now. This was definitely progress. It'd be a lot easier for everyone is she got them all on side. Travelling to Erebor when everyone hates and suspects her, would only make things awkward and tense. Despite Tove being the Goddess of the wild, she really did like some peace and tranquility. Tove can't exactly do the job Mahal gave her if they hate her. She grinned mischievously at Bofur and quipped. "Balls the size of a bear? Not really. I've got some tits that've been called glorious before, though... Do they count?"

Bofur cackled with laughter, which made Bombur wake abruptly, and Bofur asked her, grinning just as widely as Tove was. "Are all Princesses in Asgard like you?"

"Nope." Tove replied, laughing. "I'm what you would call an unruly princess who is in need of more etiquette lessons.

AN -- Thorin and Tove constantly fighting like siblings is literally my favourite thing ever. She so reminds him of Dis, and that is why she gets away with it 😆😆 they've made it everyone else's problem too. And poor Bilbo, just wants to feed his pony & get some sleep 😭❤️

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"Oh, bugger!" A voice from behind yelped in shock at the sudden shower, and Tove finally opened her eyes. Tove turned, the Dwarrow, and Bilbo, ran frantically to find something to cover themselves with.

Tove grimaced. Oops.

She wasn't wet... it was as though there's a shield keeping her from being hit by the rain. Tove could've changed the weather to something sunny, but it was not clever to be constantly messing with nature. Of course, the company noticed the big circle protecting her from the bad weather. They could not believe what they were seeing, it's yet another ability of hers which they had no idea about... they really needed to know more about Tove, especially if they were going to be spending so much time together. Tove asked, confused. "What?"

"How are you doing that?" Kili gasped, he sputtered when his hair began sticking to his skin. Seeing Tove dry actually made him jealous -- he wanted a magical barrier to keep him dry! That's just not fair.

"How am I doing what?" She asked the younger Durin, feigning her confusion.

"THAT!" He exclaimed. "You're still dry!?"

She looked down at herself, dry, then she shrugged. "I don't know, it just happens?! It's like asking somebody how to breathe. I don't think about it... it just happens." As the daughter of the God of Thunder, Tove was somewhat immune to the rain, there was a brief moment of silence before Kili suddenly bolted forwards and ran over to Tove, grinning widely and laughing when the rain had stopped attacking him.

"I'M NOT GETTING HIT!" Kili cheered. The Dwarrow desperately wanted to copy Kili but given their larger sizes, they wouldn't all fit within Tove's magical shield. Tove cackled at Kili's reaction. Kili wrapped his arms around hers and he decided for her. "You're riding next to me from now on."

"Oh, am I?" Tove raised an eyebrow.

"You are, and it is going to be very fun."

Tove exhaled. "Alright then."

Kili and Fili rode on Tove's left and right, there was no room for the others to hide within her shield and get protection from rain. As you can imagine, the Company -- Bilbo especially -- weren't too pleased by this. Bilbo didn't usually mind a little rain, but the weather was horrendous; windy, freezing cold and relentless showers. It's the probably worst he's felt since leaving the comforts of The Shire. Though, Tove looked happy with the brothers, laughing and joking with each other. It was nice to see her smile. Bilbo liked it more than the anger and grief she typically wore... Bilbo has never known anyone so sad. She hid it fairly well but he saw through her crude persona. It broke his heart. Somebody so young should not look so broken.

Noon came much too quickly, and it was still raining! It was dampening the mood, (the pun unintended). There were only so many games they could play and songs they could sing before the shitty weather started to get to them. They all hated it.

Dori huffed, annoyed, and he questioned their Wizard. "Mr. Gandalf? Can't you do something about this deluge?!"

"It is raining, master dwarf. And it's going to continue to rain until the rain is done!" Gandalf replied, a little snappier than the Dwarf probably deserved, Dori awkwardly pulled back his pony and he rode besides his brothers. Gandalf looked to the other Dwarrow with a stern glare and warned them. "If you wish to change the weather of the world, you should probably go find yourself another wizard!"

Bilbo perked up. "Are there any?"

"What?" Gandalf asked.

Bilbo smiled. "And other wizards?"

"There are five us..." Gandalf explained to Bilbo. This information surprised Tove. Only five?! It was such a strange number and given the power Tove felt from this realm, she truly expected there to be as many Sorcerer's on Arda that there were on Midgard. Gandalf continued to explain his magic brethren to the Company, who were genuinely interested and wanted to learn more. "The greatest of our order is Saruman the White. There are two blue wizards... oh, uh-- do you know, I've quite forgotten their names. And then there is Radagast the Brown."

A few of them looked to each other, they were confused. How could you forget the names of your siblings?! Especially when there's only five of you all together...

"So, uhm, is Radagast a great wizard or is he more like you?" Bilbo wondered, in an innocent enough tone of voice and Tove barked out a laugh, and the rain suddenly stopped! The thunder and lightening was gone, replaced by clear skies and sun.

Dori beamed. "Gandalf! You did it!"

"That was not me..." Gandalf replied, his eyes on Tove, narrowed with suspicion.

Tove stared right back at him, and raised her eyebrow as if she was daring him to say something, and she questioned him. "Radagast the Brown? What is he like?"

Gandalf coughed, shuffling in his saddle to sit more comfortably and he replied. "I think he is a very great wizard, in his own way. He is a gentle soul who prefers the company of animals to others. He keeps a watchful eye over the vast forestlands to the East, and a good thing too, for evil will always look to find it's foothold into this world..." He reminded them, his tone frightening Bilbo as the Dwarrow tried to not seem to concerned with his warning. Tove didn't know what to think... So far, all they've talked about was how brilliant their home was and now, since being on the road, all their opinions have changed drastically. It was like they were trying to scare her into leaving them.

"There is evil everywhere..." Tove replied, shrugging her shoulders and everybody frowned at her, listening to her talk in her rather pessimistic manner. It brought the mood down. Not that she noticed. "There is always going to be evil in the world. It's just the way things work and the quicker you understand that, the easier surviving and living will be for you."

There was tense silence between them all, until Dwalin commented sarcastically. "Well, aren't you a ray of sunshine."

Tove shrugged, then bluntly argued with him. "I am a realist. Somebody has to be. You are all living in a fairytale, assuming your problems will simply turn into fairy dust and float away once you have slain Smaug and reclaimed Erebor."

"... Bit harsh."

"I'm not harsh enough!" Tove snorted a laugh, prepared to argue with everybody, and Tove spiralled into a chastising rant. "How long have you had to prepare for this?! Nearly sixty years!? And you've got zero idea what you're doing; no real plan to take down Smaug, no allies willing to help in this endeavour -- your own people refused to help -- and no ideas about the conditions which await you once we've reached Erebor! Your entire plan relies on Bilbo -- who isn't even a burglar, by the way -- finding some pretty magical rock and hoping it'll, somehow, sway Dwarrow to come to your aid and bend the knee to you. It is a ridiculous notion! Your people have been split up for nearly sixty years, they have settled into their own villages and tribes, and have selected chiefs who they know and trust more, and will most likely want to bend the knee too! And say you do win, and they do bend the knee to Thorin, what happens next? Because the way you were doing things before clearly wasn't working. Have you even started to consider the next steps? How you are to reign successfully? What Erebor will look like once you have reclaimed it? How it is going to function again, and prosper?"

Her line of questioning gave them pause, and the Company halted, they turned and looked at Tove, each of them in a state of speechlessness. Only Balin and Thorin had any actual experience in how to run a royal court and govern... The others were soldiers, toy makers, thieves, tailors, etc -- Hell, Bilbo had more experience than a lot of them! (Bilbo was a landlord).

Gandalf chuckled at Tove's rant, earning a nasty glare from Thorin. Thorin turned to face Tove and he insisted. "Erebor will function perfectly well as it did before."

She laughed humourlessly. "Then Erebor will crumble, as it did before. Fili will only inherit failure and you will risk a civil war." Tove quipped, fairly quickly, throwing his words back in his face. "Your people will ask the same questions I am asking, and if they think you don't know what you are doing, they will not follow you. Nobody is going to bend the knee to someone they think incompetent to reign over them."

"And you are so cer--"

"--I am certain because you are not the only royal here!" Tove interrupted Thorin, frustated that he didn't seem to be really listening to what she was saying... Tove truly wanted Thorin to succeed, she truly wanted Erebor to flourish. The Dwarrow were good people who were dealt a very bad hand, they deserve to succeed. "You forget I am nine hundred years old! I have been preparing how to be a Queen since before you were even born, and Asgard is one of the oldest, respected and richest realms in the galaxy! Something we have achieved through our extensive planning and willingness to listen and change with the world around us! We thrive because our people have trust in us -- in me. They don't fear me becoming Queen because they know their future is secure with me, while you've been given little help in your quest because your people don't believe their future is secure with you, that is the reality of it... I'm sorry, but it is true. Right now I do not see the King that Balin sees, I see a soldier consumed by his need for revenge." With that, Tove rode ahead and she left their company where they were.

They were flabbergasted with what their Asgardian princess was telling them. Fili was smiling at the back of Tove's head, and proclaimed through an awed breath. "She is going to be a fabulous Queen."

Kili leaned over and he stage whispered to his older brother. "I'm not sure now is appropriate for you to declare your very embarrassing, and obvious, love for her."

Fili whacked his brothers shoulder.

"Let us keep moving." Thorin instructed.

Riding with Tove was now very awkward for the Company... Tove was eerily silent and was refusing to acknowledge Thorin, who seems to have really angered her by brushing off her concerns as though they didn't matter -- as if Mahal, himself, hadn't brought her here and begged her to help!? With her mood changing throughout the day, so did the weather... sun, rain, winds, fog; they had it all today. This made for a very miserable trek. The sun was setting and it was getting dark when the weather finally settled, it wasn't raining but it was cold. So, the company started to look for a safe place they could sleep tonight.

They found an abandoned farm. "We will camp here for the night." Thorin told the company, getting down from his pony, so the others followed suit and unloaded all of the things they will be needing for the night. Tove remained in her horse, with a stricken look in her eyes, scowling at the farm. Gandalf walked up besides her.

"It doesn't feel right." Tove said, without looking at Gandalf, she could smell blood and death, and she really did not like it.

Gandalf replied. "We're perfectly safe."

Tove slowly dismounted, then looked at the grey wizard with a look that he never wanted to awe again, and Tove told him. "Something bad happened here..."

Annoyingly, she was outnumbered. They were sleeping here tonight. Tove just had to suck it up. So, she grabbed her things and started setting up her bed. Sleeping besides Kili and Fili again. Thorin saw her lying her sleep mat between his nephews and Thorin instructed the boys. "Fili, Kili, look after the ponies. Make sure you stay with them." The young brothers shared a look, and awkwardly turned to Tove, who rolled her eyes, then the brothers went to do as their uncle Thorin asked; guarded their ponies and the horses.

"Petty bastard." Tove cursed under her breath, taking in her Native tongue and she started walking away from them.

"Where are you going?!" Thorin asked.

She kept walking. "To prey, and hope my family find me, so I can get off this Gods forsaken realm!" She yelled back at him.

"Oin, Gloin, get the fire going." Thorin told the two men, choosing to ignore Tove.

Oin nodded. "Right you are."

Gandalf sighed deeply, watching as Tove disappeared through the trees, then told Thorin. "I think it would be wiser to move on. We could make for the hidden valley."

"I have told you already. I will not go near that place." Thorin told Gandalf, frowning at the Grey Wizard, annoyed with him.

"Why not?" Gandalf huffed, Thorin could be so immature. "The Elves could help us, we could get food, rest -- some advice!"

"I do not need their advice!"

Gandalf groaned. "We have a map that we cant read, Lord Elrond could help us."

"Help?" Thorin laughed bitterly, his eyes so full of hate, he moved to get up in the wizard's face and reminded Gandalf. "A dragon attacks Erebor... What help came from the Elves? The Orcs plunder Moria, desecrate our sacred halls, and the Elves looked on and did nothing! You ask me to seek out the very people who've betrayed my grandfather, who betrayed my father!"

"You are neither of them. I did not give you that map and key for you to hold on to the past!" Gandalf spat at him.

"I did not know they were yours to keep."

Gandalf looked disappointed, shaking his head. "Perhaps Princess Tove is right? You are a soldier consumed by your need for revenge." He said, then stormed off in frustration, leaving an awkwardness.

"Is everything alright? Gandalf, where are you going?!" Bilbo called out, worried.

"To seek the company of the only one around here who's got any sense!"

Bilbo frowned. "And who's that?"

"Myself, mister Baggins! I've had enough of the Dwarrow for one day." Gandalf left.

AN -- drama 😆 don't worry, we're going to see the Asgardians and Avengers very soon and then they can all battle it out as Tove watches, confused and annoyed.

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"What d'you know about cooking dwarf?!" Asked William Troll (apparently they have very human names), Tove could hear the Trolls whispering to each other.

Bert Troll shoved William. "Shut up, and let the… uh, flurgerburbur-hobbit talk!"

Tove frowned, even more confused than she was only seconds ago. What in the name of Odin was a flurgerburbur-hobbit?!

Bilbo continued to stammer. "Uh, the-the secret to cooking dwarf, is um... It’s, uh--"

"TELL US THE SECRET!"

"Ye-yes, I'm telling you." Bilbo nodded, he struggled to think up an excuse and they were getting tired of it, when he suddenly said the most outrageous answer. Tove almost fell over with laughter; from those panicked looks on the Dwarrow's faces. "The secret is... to -- skin them first!"

"Tom, get me filleting knife." Said Bert.

"What a load of rubbish! I’ve eaten plenty with their skins on. Scoff ’em I say, boots an' all!" William Troll scoffed, shaking his head, not believing Bilbo's lie. Apparently, the Trolls were smarter than that looked.

"He’s right!" Said Tom Troll with a hungry smile. "There aint nothin' wrong with a bit o’ raw dwarf. Nice and crunchy." And Tom Troll bent down and carelessly picked up Bofur. Bofur screamed loudly and started to wriggle when the Troll raised him over his open mouth, ready to swallow him.

"NOT THAT ONE!" Bilbo cried, giving the Troll pause. The three beasts turned to him. Bilbo flushed, but was quicker with his next excuse. "He's, uh, infected!"

"You what?" William asked.

Bilbo nodded. "Ye-yeah, he's infected. He has, uh, worms... in-in his... tubes?" Bilbo lied and Tom screamed, dropping Bofur back onto the ground. Bilbo pursed his lips and chose to stick with this excuse, and warned the trolls. "In-in fact, they all have!. They're all infested with parasites, it's a terrible business, so I wouldn’t risk it, I really wouldn’t."

"Parasites? Did he say parasites?"

Kili scowled at Bilbo. "Hey! We don’t have parasites! YOU'VE GOT PARASITES!" The Dwarrow started to yell at Bilbo in anger and offence, and Bilbo turned to them in exasperation. He sent Thorin a pleading look, then Thorin realized what Bilbo was trying to buy time and kicked Kili, to shut them up, and the Dwarrow finally realized what Bilbo was doing.

"I’ve got parasites as big as my arm!" Oin told the Trolls and the others very quickly began to agree with their own stories.

"Mine are the biggest parasites." Said Kili, nodding. "I have got HUGE parasites!"

Nori nodded. "We’re riddled!"

"Yes, I’m riddled!" Ori agreed with him.

Dori spoke. "Yes, we are, badly!"

Unfortunately, William Troll didn't believe them. "What would you have us do then? Let ’em go?! You think I don’t know what you’re up to. This little ferret is taking us for fools!" William warned Bert and Tom, and Bilbo began to stammer again while slowly shuffling away from them and the Dwarrow fell silent, not wanting to make the situation any worse. Now was Tove's time to strike. Tove reached for her knife and she bolted out of the trees, shocking everyone. Thankfully, William was stood the closest to her, so she'd attacked him first and then the other two Trolls.

Screaming out "VICTORY OR VALHALLA!" was a reflex, but it sounded awesome, so Tove had no regrets with her battle cry.

Tove jumped into the air, and positioned herself on William's shoulders. She didn't hesitate. She, violently, brought her knife down into his rock like skull and the Troll screamed in agony while trying to best to throw her off of him and save himself as his brothers frantically ran around, trying to help him. Apparently you can get blood out from a stone, because Tove suddenly got covered in it... She continued to drive her knife down into his skull, until Wiliam slowed down then he eventually came to a stop. Tove braced herself. Tove pulled out the knife and she stuck her hand into the gaping, bloody wound to keep herself from falling when William collapsed. Bert and Tom watched in disbelief when their brother shattered into a million pieces as his lifeless body hit the ground.

"You-you killed William?!" Bert cried out.

Tove smiled, she twirled her knives in her hands and she questioned the Trolls. "I did. So, who would like to go next? 

Tom screamed. "YOU KILLED WILLIAM!"

"Okay, so you're next." Tove nodded.

Tom stormed toward her and swung out his leg to kick Tove. Tove threw one of her knives to Bilbo and she sheathed the other, then she effortlessly rolled out of the way of Tom's massive foot, laughing and taunting the Trolls and with Tom and Bert distracted with Tove, Bilbo was able to free himself from the burlap sack, and use Tove's knife to free the Dwarrow.

"TOVE! WATCH OUT!" Fili shouted when he saw Bert storming over with his arms above his head, ready to slam both fists down onto her. Tove turned around very calmly, then she threw her own hand up, and the strangest thing happened... Bert turned into a kaleidoscope of butterflies?! Her fingertips barely touched him and his stone skin was no longer stone -- he was no longer alive -- thousands of butterflies replaced the attacking Troll and they flew away peacefully, brushing past Tove and the Dwarrow. Tom was the only Troll left alive... His jaw was dropped and his eyes were wide open, he looked down at Tove who smiled up at him, and he ran away.

Unfortunately, the sun was out. As soon as he stepped out from behind the trees, he was turned into a statue. Dead. Tove walked towards him, and with very little effort, she'd pushed the Tom statue over and he shattered against the ground.

The Company, still only half free, stared at Tove, speechless. Tove nonchalantly quipped. "Well, that was very easy."

Thorin gasped. "What are you?"

Not even Gandalf could've done what she did. Kill someone with just a light touch.

Kili turned to his older brother, wondering how he felt right now and Kili snorted at the look on Fili's face. It's a little pathetic. Naturally, he was going to tease his older brother. "Fi, you've gotta little drool."

Fili frowned at Kili, flushing. "Shut up!" Now really wasn't the time for any banter, given what they've just seen... they really need some explanations right now.

Tove shrugged and told the Company. "I am Asgardian. I guess you could say my people aren't too dissimilar to that of the Valar. We're older, obviously, and a whole lot more powerful. Now, are we ready to go?! I'd really like to wash this blood off." She just claimed to be a God so casually, turning away from them and she started to walk away, heading back towards their small encampment as they all continued to free themselves from the fire and their burlap sacks. The Company had no idea what to say or think right now, still trying to process what's just happened to them; with Tove. Were they really travelling with someone akin to their Mighty Valar?! They all suddenly had so many questions.

They hurried to follow Tove back to the camp, Gandalf was there, entranced by the story Tove was telling them.

"Trolls." Gandalf looked impressed.

Thorin gave Tove a look. "We're not done with our conversation." He told her, Tove raised her hands in mock surrender while Thorin turned to face Gandalf with a very concerned look and demanded, wanting to ensure the safety of this Company. He didn't like the thought of possibly running into more Trolls. "Since when do Trolls travel so far down from the mountains?!"

"Oh, not for an age." Said Gandalf, just as concerned with the possibly reasons of why. "Not since a darker power ruled the lands. They can't've moved in daylight."

"There must be a cave nearby."

Tove raised her hand. "I'm going down to the river to bathe, I'm covered in blood. I would recommend that you all come too, because you all stink." Tove decided, not allowing Thorin to try and argue with her.

Bilbo nodded. "I would like a bath."

"We can't-- Tove... you're a woman." Kili stammered, his cheeks turning very red.

She snickered. "Yes, well spotted."

"It's not proper." Kili whispered, sounding genuinely scared to even think about it.

"Have you never seen tits before?" Tove laughed and Kili turned even brighter. He was too easy to wind up. Although, when she turned to face the others, they each had identical embarrassed looks on their faces. Tove groaned, then she rolled her eyes. She really missed Asgard, at times like these... why were they so shy about women's bodies?! It was so weird to her. The female form was probably one of the most beautiful things in all of the galaxy. They came in all shapes and sizes, they were so unique and strong -- and capable of creating more life, should they choose to do so! Nakedness didn't automatically mean sex. This time, her suggestion truly was innocent. The Dwarrow stunk, badly, and she knew they all bathe together, so why was it such a big deal if she joined in with them?! Tove sighed. "I swear, this is not me trying to make a move on any of you. Strictly platonic. I've no qualms with any of you joining me. You would not be the first naked men I have seen. But if it's making you all that uncomfortable, I will not push the matter, and I will try to be as quick as I can." Tove promised them.

And Tove bathed in the river. It was very peaceful. Covered in that Troll snot, Bilbo joined, desperately wanting to be clean. Bilbo was indescribably awkward at first, but he quickly got over it, and Bilbo didn't get into the water fully because Hobbits can't actually swim... they don't float well. She promised to keep him safe from any harm. Tove could control water, so Bilbo felt very safe with her.

Upon hearing their laughter, the Dwarrow got curious, and a little jealous, and they wanted to join too. Bombur was the first Dwarf to strip down completely and jump in the water, creating a massive splash. One by one, they all joined in and got into the water. But Thorin and Gandalf didn't join them... What started out as innocent bathing turned into splashing each other and games as quickly as you'd assume it would. It was fun. Tove had not laughed this hard in a very long time. They tried to get Thorin and Gandalf to join too but the two of them strictly refused to do so, but smiled and laughed at their chaos. Thorin let them stay longer, actually encouraging a little play. After what happened with the Trolls, the Company really needed this.

AN -- haha this is probably my favourite scene in the Hobbit 🤣🤣 those Trolls were so funny. And Bilbo telling them to skin them and saying they all had worms, it was so freaking hilarious. I love it. Do you like Tove's powers so far? Do you see them working well with the story? I love the idea of having a ridiculously powerful OC. Yes, she might be a little OP but she is a Goddess, so who cares haha

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"Loki." They all greeted him, a little tense. Even now, the battle of New York felt so soon. The Loki Friggason that they knew was a genocidal maniac, so seeing them walking around free was a lot to take in. Especially for Clint, whom was forced to be Loki's slave and kill his own people. Clint wasn't over it. He'd never be over it.

Åse Heimdallsdottir sighed, recognising the mischief in Loki's eyes. "Loki, should you not be with Thor or Ubbe?" As a little reminder, Lady Åse was the daughter of Princess Eir and Heimdall, this meant she and the children of Odin and Frigga were cousins. She's also Tove's closest friend.

Loki chuckled and quipped back. "Should you not be getting fitted for your crown, for when you ascend? Does not look like Tove is going to be found anytime soon." Åse's face fell, she frowned at them.

"Why would you say such a thing?" Åse questioned them. Given what they were going through, this seemed especially cruel of Loki to bring up. Was it jealousy? Does Loki crave the chaos that much?!

Loki shrugged innocently then pointed out. "What? It isn't a secret. If my darling niece is not found, you are next in line to become the Queen of Asgard. Well done cousin, such an effortless usurpation. It's quite impressive. I applaud your work."

This really angered Åse and she snapped back at them. "That is a vile accusation!" Its an accusation that could get her killed! Even talking about something like that was an act of high treason. "I am loyal to Tove. You're the only Usurper here, Silver Tongue. Or has my mother put you on so many remedies that you have forgotten?! Was it not you who forced the All-father into Odinsleep and banished Thor to take the Asgardian throne for yourself?! It is not I who is the Kinslayer!" Loki clenched their jaw, hard, but quickly masked their ire with their usual level of sarcastic wit.

"Damn." Clint mumbled under his breath, stifling a laugh as the two bickered and insulted each other with the worst things they could possibly think of saying. Nat nudged Clint in the stomach, not wanting him to make the situation even worse.

"Place and timing." She whispered.

And Clint rolled his eyes.

Åse and Loki ignored The Avengers.

Åse adored Tove like a sister. They grew up together; spent nearly all of their time shoulder to shoulder. Åse did not want to be Queen -- becoming Hand of the Queen already felt like too much to her. Åse was more than happy to bend the knee to the Princess and to be there for her, however she was needed. Tove's probably one of Åse's favourite people, ever, just like Åse was one of Tove's favourite people. And, when they find Tove  -- and they are going to find Tove -- Åse was not going to leave her side ever again! Somebody managed to get into their palace and kidnap Tove without anybody seeing them it -- without her father seeing it happen -- and Åse was not going to let it happen, ever again! So, for Loki to accuse her of such a crime, it really hurt. They were family. She cannot imagine being the cause of Tove pain.

Loki giggled. "Someone has to say it. The Gods know Thor won't. Only time will tell. Have fun with the Midgardians." Loki said as they brushed past the group, and they started walking away from them. Back to the palace. They watched them leave.

"I thought Loki was cured?" Asked Steve, a little confused by Loki's hostility. Thor and Ubbe promised they were better now because the Lady Eir 'cursed them'.

"They are." Åse huffed, annoyed and she replied. "That is just their personality. I've no clue how Ubbe puts up with it. Come, there is a lot more to show you all." Åse's giving the Avengers a tour of this palace. She desperately needed something to do to occupy her mind, this seemed like the better option. Annoyingly, Loki has ruined that for her, because the Avengers were now asking her so many questions.

Natasha interrogated her. "Is what Loki said true? If the Princess can't be found, you're going to become their Queen?"

Åse sighed, nodding. "Yes, it's true."

Nat hummed. That definitely gave her the motivation to get rid of Tove... but Åse so clearly loved her. This was frustrating.

"Shouldn't Loki be next in line, or Thor?"

"Loki is not fit for it, given what they have done... no one trusts them enough. Thor abdicated after Loki fell from the Bifrost, and Tove was made the Heir of Asgard. Thor cannot become King because of it. My mama, Princess Eir, Odin's sister, has a legitimate claim to the throne but also does not want it anymore... She likes the role she was given and if mama became the Queen, she wouldn't really be able to do it. I have siblings, but they too already have their preferred commitments, so it's come down to me, then my little brother." Åse explained to them while they walked into Frigga's gardens. Unsurprisingly, the gardens were stunning; full of colour and life. Frigga was very proud of her garden.

"And you really don't know where she is?"

"No." Åse promised. "If I knew where she was, I would've already told them. Tove sneaks out, we all do, it's usually the only way we get any freedom... but never this long, and she would always tell me if she had plans to run for awhile, but she didn't tell my anything. Tove was kidnapped."

"We are going to find her." Steve told Åse with a fierceness that she believed him. The Captain's confidence was infectious, and Åse nodded her head in agreement, a small smile curling across her lips.

There was a tense beat of silence, until Tony jumped forward, with a smile, and he questioned her, changing the subject to something he was preying was much a lighter topic of conversation. "So, Loki and Ubbe? How did that come about?!"

The idea that Loki's been in a committed relationship, for several hundereds, years still really baffled the hero billionaire.

Åse laughed at Tony's enthusiasm. "Loki and Ubbe's love is not as scandalous as everyone wants it to be. They fell in love, there's truly nothing more to it than that." This answer seemed to disappoint Tony.

"And Odin really doesn't care that Loki is in a relationship with another man?" Tony wondered. History really was not too kind to those who couldn't fit a specific box of expectations -- despite how advanced Asgard was, the golden realm still felt very regency era. Tony couldn't help but worry for them... when his father found out that he liked men as well as women, Howard nearly beat him black and blue. Odin was a lot like Howard Stark, and that terrified Tony. The All-father's stoicism and anger brought up horrifying memories for Tony. As much as he didn't like Loki, he doesn't want anyone else to go through anything he did. Every child deserved parents who loved them, no matter who they were.

"That very insinuation would offend The All-father." Åse warned Tony, the heroes were taken aback by her harsh tone and how protective she sounded. She sternly reminded them. "Asgard is not Midgard. We share very little in our ways of life. To most realms outside of your own, love is seen as the purest thing in the universe. To condemn someone for loving another simply for the fact that they've the same sex organs is abhorrent! Midard is one of the only planets that still put their people to death for loving who they love. It's one of the many reasons people are reluctant to make contact with Midgard... Midgard has quite a negative reputation amongst the stars, I'm very sorry to tell you that."

"So what you're saying is, everyone hates us? Nobody like Earth?" Asked Bruce. He found the matter fascinating. As horrible as it was, hearing outsider views on their home planet was a unique opportunity.

Åse nodded and admitted to the heroes. "Mostly everyone. Thor loves -- Earth, so nobody is really allowed to say anything bad about it." Using the term 'Earth' felt a little strange for Åse. To the Asgardian's, they were Midgard. Terra was also a very popular name for their planet. The word 'Earth' wasn't common, since they used it to describe the ground below them. It's a word they used when they mean nature... which was somewhat ironic considering Midgard were slowly killing theirs.

Whoa. Okay. Tony really didn't know what to say to that and so, Tony turned to face his fellow Midgardians for some help but they're more than happy to let him climb his way out of this mess on his own.

Tony stammered out. "I-- I like men too. I mean... I love Pepper, obviously, but n-not a straight man. Bisexual." The corners of her lips curled up into a smirk. There was really no reason for Tony to be frightened of her, but it was very entertaining for Åse.

Åse snickered a laugh. "Good to know. I like women. Redheads, specifically." Åse said and her focus turned onto Natasha, then she turned and continued walking.

The Avengers didn't follow, they faced a surprised looking Natasha. Clint laughed, shaking his head as he sang, teasing his best friend. "The pretty alien liiiikes you!" Natasha shoved him, and without saying anything, but Natasha was smiling, she followed after Åse. Clint snorted and he told the rest of the Avengers. "I think she also likes the pretty alien princess."

"And you really have to tease her about it?" Bruce questioned him, a little worried that Clint will go too far and Natsha will shut down... it's happened before.

Clint shrugged. "As her best friend, it is my duty to do so, like she does to me."

Åse reappeared. "LET'S GO! We've things to do and some people to see!" The men instantly scrambled to follow after her.

They quickly made their way back inside the palace, passing several irate Valkyrie warriors and Einherjar guards. Ubbe and Sif had intensified their already rigorous training, and it was starting to get to the men and women... Even the Asgardian's got exhausted, but they all knew why this was happening. Someone got into their palace, managed to sneak back everyone without detection and kidnap their future Queen. The royal family were not happy; the very people who were sworn to keep Tove from harm failed their duty -- Finnr failed his duty. Clearly, they needed more training. When the Avengers arrived, they were shocked at their military presence; Einherjar and Valkyrie were in full armour, patrolling every corner of Asgard. There's a freaking Dragon constantly spotted in the sky. Representatives from around the galaxy were present, and the Bifrost was constantly opening. From the Avengers' point of view, Odin was preparing for war and everybody else (the representatives) were doing everything to keep that from happening. If Asgard declared war, they'd win it. There was no doubt about that.

People were constantly bumping into the Avengers. Steven looked uncomfortable, he exhaled deeply. "This is very familiar." It reminded him of the base he trained in the 1940's, during the second world war. It made him sad, as happy as Steve was to be alive and with the Avengers, Steve really missed the Howling Commandos, Howard and Peggy. He missed the Bucky from before the war happened. He just really missed his old life. 

Åse frowned, she apologised to them. "I am sorry you must see Asgard like this... We are usually a rather peaceful realm."

Steve smiled at Åse, shaking his head at her. "It's okay. We get it. We want to help. Tove is Thor's family, so that makes her our family. Just tell us where to go."

"We're going to the war room."

That struck them. There's a war room?! A whole room dedicated to war and battle?! How medieval! Bruce and Tony needed to see this room immediately!

The so called 'war room' was rather large, it was dark and it smelt like a boys locker room. Obviously, there were weapons on display all around the room, trophies and the spoils of war and in the centre of this war room was a large table which moved and changed when anybody moved their hands over it. Their table was made from a material not known to the Midgardians. They have only ever seen technology like this in Wakanda. The sand table in Shuri's lab. Although, the Asgardian's called this particular piece of advanced technology a Soul Forge. Tony desperately wanted it. It took everything in Tony to not bulldoze over there and take over, he wanted to be the one to control it and see what it was capable of. As expected, Bruce was just as excited as Tony was. Bruce gasped in awe of the Asgardian's technology.

"Åse." Her father was the first to realise his daughter had come into the war room with the Avengers team. And everybody turned to face the newcomers.

"Father." She smiled at him, then quickly forced on the King and Queen, bowing at them both. "Your Majesty. Your Grace."

"There is no need for formalities, Åse." Frigga smiled softly, beckoning for them all to join them around their Soul Forge. And they did. Åse took her place besides her father, and Heimdall kissed her head as soon as he was close enough too.

The Avengers shuffled in wherever there was space to do so. The Warriors Three and Thor made them room. It was a very tight squeeze, but they found a place to stand and everybody had a good view of the Soul Forge. King Odin addressed the heroes of Earth, shocking everyone. Odin didn't like Midgardians, it wasn't a secret. They tensed when Odin called them our by name, and the room fell deathly silent. "My son tells me you're all brave warriors with brilliant minds. It's no secret that we are struggling. So, I would very much like to hear any thoughts you all may have."

Oh. The Avengers turned to each other, wondering what the others were thinking right now. It should not surprise anyone that Tony was the first to speak up. Tony smiled awkwardly and gestured to their Soul Forge and asked. "May I?"

"Please, just be careful." Frigga smiled.

Tony wasted no time and got stuck right in. His eyes lit up like a kid on Christmas day and quietly giggled to himself. Tony gasped, it was fairly easy for him to get an understanding of how the Soul Forge worked. Right now, they were using this as a map, keeping track of where they've already been and where they should go next. Tony saw everything that they saw. Earth really had no idea about what's out here, beyoned their planet; there were so many inhabitable planets in space. More than they thought. It was amazing. Tony truly couldn't believe it. This was a dream for him. If not for their missing princess, Tony would've already gone off on one of his famous scientific tangents.

Tony suppressed a giddy smile when he expanded the Soul Forge, showing them what they've already noted. "Here is your issue... the places you've looked and are currently searching, it's way too obvious." He explained to the Asgardian's.

"Elaborate." Thor told Tony, confused. To his knowledge, the searches, so far, were all very detailed and they were going to great lengths to get into everywhere they possibly could. They'd some of the best strategists in Asgard working on this; to help find his only daughter.

Tony exhaled deeply, and was finally able to spiral into one of his famous tangents. "Taking somebody as important as Tove, your kidnappers wouldn't risk holding her somewhere too close to Asgard, it risks them getting caught and being killed. So, you can forget about all of these planets and pull your soldiers out, you're wasting your resources and their time. And these planets all the way back here; too far out. Kidnapping someone and travelling that far is risky enough but with a girl who I'm guessing is just as powerful as Thor, isnt going easy and people would notice, and you'd probably already have her back. So, you can forget about those places. Now, these worlds who haven't made their first contact with aliens yet... how would they know about Tove? They haven't left their planet before, they're not going to kidnap a Princess. That would be really stupid of them. They dont know you, and what you are capable of -- way too many risks."

"They would be the perfect places to hide though." Natasha spoke, sounding rather impressed with Tony's assessment. Tony gestured to her, pointing and nodding his head in agreement with her comment. "A no contact planet, nobody would think to look there because it wouldn't make any sense for them to be your culprit. Taking Tove into a no contact planet is what I'd do, you've basically gone off the grid."

"Exactly!" He exclaimed and turned back on the Soul Forge, he made some of his own adjustments and he instructed the Asgardians. "You should refocus around this area, specifically the planets that've yet to make first contact. Like Natashalie said, these are the perfect hiding places."

"Are you implying that my granddaughter was kidnapped by someone we know?"

Tony shrugged and replied. "Probably. At least, it's someone who knows you. They knew how to get in and out without being seen, with the Princess. So, they must've been here a few times to do it so easily... Your boarders rival that of North Korea--"

"--Tony." Steve interrupted Tony, terrified he was going to insult Asgard's KING by comparing his planet with North Korea -- it's an outrageous comparison to make... Steve was still a little behind on history and politics, but he knew the Cliff-notes version. So, he knew that, that wasn't a compliment.

Tony gave Steve a pointed look, then he carried on making his point. "My point is these kidnappers were comfortable here. And I've been kidnapped enough times in my life to understand how this all works. Tove was taken by somebody who knew their way around Asgard. Somebody who fell safe enough to just walk into Tove's bedroom and take her! And without fears of getting hurt by Tove's daughter of the Mighty Thor powers. And I can't imagine there's too many people with that kind of access on Asgard, and enough power to subdue even a younger Goddess."

"You're saying another God did this?" The usually silent Hogun the Grimm realised and he gasped quietly. Chaos erupted.

Tony nodded. "I am."

"Impossible!" Odin spat, mortified by that suggestion. Odin couldn't believe it. God's respected one another, there were rather extensive peace treaties and laws for the Gods. A God offending another God only risked the destruction of the universe! Its foolish. The Gods were powerful, they're what was keeping this universe together. War between the Gods would only end in catastrophe. The devastation could never be healed. The last time one of the God's declared war on another God, they nearly destroyed Midgard! 'Hades vs Zeus'. 1939 to 1945. It was estimated that over eighty million Midgardians were killed...

Thor pressed his lips together, conflicted, but told Odin. "Father, it is the only thing that makes sense. How they took her so easily, why we haven't found her and why Heimdall cannot see her. They are using their Divine gifts to hide my Tove."

"It's ridiculous." Sif scoffed, shaking her head in disagreement. She was in a state of disbelief. "A God risking the safety of the universe by kidnapping Tove?"

Bruce argued with her. "People will risk anything if they are desperate enough."

Finnr clenched his jaw, scowling and he spat. "Let us see how desperate they get when they find themselves at the mercy of my blade!"

"Finnr. Calm yourself." Said Odin.

"CALM MYSELF?!" Finnr lost his temper, the volume of his voice made a few of them jump back in shock, they could not believe Finnr was raising his voice at the King. Though, what was more shocking, was that Odin just let it happen. He gave Finnr the space and time to really scream at him. "Tove is missing -- KIDNAPPED! I could not protect her, as I should've been doing! So, forgive me for having feelings about that! And with all due respect, my King, I am sworn to Princess Tove not to you. Should I come face to face with the pricks who have taken her from me, they are going to die. Painfully." Without Odin's permission, Finnr turned and he stormed our of the war room, shoving right past a few guards who were stood in his way.

"I will talk to him." Thor told Odin.

Odin nodded his head, he returned to his work with the War Council, they now had a lot more work and organising to do. He told Thor. "I'd like your friends to remain here, I am sure they'll have more theories and ideas. The Midgardians have always been good with solving difficult puzzles." Did Odin, a famous Midgardian hater, just give the team an actual compliment?!

"We don't mind staying." Said Steve. He was more than happy to help them with this. He wanted to be useful.

AN -- Tony and Bruce are going to thrive on Asgard! Omg I totally forgot about the little Åse/Nat plot I wrote into this 😭❤️ I AM OBSESSED! It's going to be so fun. I'm sorry Brucie, but I don't think I'm going to be writing Brutasha into it. And, as you all know, I am a huge Stucky fan, so there is probably not going to be Winterwidow or Steggy or Staron. Maybe some hints of it here and there, they have been alive for a really long time 🤷🏼‍♀️ who knows lol

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The men shot up. "Cousin?! What is it?!" Thor questioned her, very impatient. Åse walked deeper into the room, swiping the water from the table and gulped it down.

Åse groaned with satisfaction, exhaling and she commented. "By the Norns, I really need to start running more often."

Thor exclaimed. "ÅSE!"

"Apologies." She grimaced, throwing the now empty mug onto the ground. "Papa can see Tove again." She announced, a happy smile curling across her lips. The men did not wait to be told anything else, they dropped everything and they ran to their war room as if their lives depended on it. Åse huffed and chased after them.

The war room was buzzing with activity and noise, but everyone fell silence when Thor's booming voice shooked the room, demanding to know what they all knew. Thor ignored everyone there and rushed straight to Heimdall. "Where is my child?! Speak plainly, what planet was she taken too? Tell me and I will go there myself!"

"I do not know."

Thor frowned, confused and annoyed by him. "Åse said you can see her again?!"

"I can." Heimdall confirmed.

"THEN WHERE IS MY DAUGHTER?!"

Heimdall was calm, and raised a hand to those slowly moving closer; telling them to stay where they were and spoke to the Thunderer as softly as he could, wanting to keep the peace. "I am not familiar with this particular area of space... I guard the Nine Realms, Thor, you know this. That is where my eyes focus. This cluster are all uncontacted worlds, it is against galactic law to interfere before their leaders have reached out personally. Yes, I can see the Princess again but no, we are not certain of which planet she is on. Lady Sif is now making plans with the Valkyrior and Ubbe to confirm which planet she is on."

Thor bit his lip, nodding. "The second we confirm which planet is responsible, I am to lead the charge personally. I will make a spectacle of their death." It's been over a thousand years since Asgard has seen a Blood Eagle ritual, perhaps that will be his method of revenge.

The Avengers shared a look, they turned to Thor in shock, having never seen him so violent and bloodthirsty before. It was harrowing. The Thor they knew and loved was sweet and gentle; he wouldn't harm a fly. This Thor was the Viking warrior the myths and legends spoke about. Not that they could blame him for his want for war and blood. They would react in the same fashion if the person they loved the most in the world was taken from them. They might be the heroes of Earth, but they've all done some rather questionable things to ensure their family's safety, and they'd probably do those things all over again if they had too. Still, they were surprised by him -- by everything on Asgard, really. For a realm of supposed 'peacemakers', they were very quick to react with violence; to set up a whole ass war room. They had a lot of questions, about Asgard's peaceful history... but now wasn't the time too.

"Show me her." Thor told Heimdall. It was most definitely more of a command than a request. "I need to see my daughter."

Heimdall nodded. "Of course."

He used the soul forge to show everyone the Princess. Everybody gathered around the forge, the room fell silent as they all watched the orange mist dancing around the large gold platform to create images. Finnr squeezed in next to the Midgardian heroes while Thor stood between mother and father, Frigga held onto his hand and squeezed lovingly, offering Thor a smile. Frigga was certain Tove was okay. Tove was her father's daughter; Tove was the Goddess of the wild, and Valkyrie warrior. It would take a lot to bring her down.

Unfortunately, what they were shown did not calm anyone down. Wherever Tove was, it wasn't exactly the safest place for her. Thor felt the urge to burn things...

Tove, herself, was unharmed but she was not as safe as her family would like her to be. Tove was currently with a large group of unusually small men, whom were quite panicked; frantically running away, yelling at one another and trying to drag Tove off to safety and from that scowl on her face, she wasn't too happy about it. They came to a large open field, where there was very little cover and no safety to retreat too. It's a trap, obviously. "Go." Tove told the small blonde man, who looked at her as though she was crazy... which she was.

"What?! And leave you, no chance." Said the small blonde man, shaking his head.

"By the Gods, Fili, follow Gandalf!" Tove groaned in annoyance, shoving him away from her with some force. The small man, Fili, grunted in pain, landing on his arse. Then Tove actually started walking in the direction of their attackers, and she was so calm about it; as though she wasn't, at all, worried about the possibility of dying.

"WHAT IS SHE DOING?!" Another cried.

The only other tall being there was a grey old man, holding a staff. "She's buying us time, c'mon!" He'd told the group of small men, turning to run away. Naturally these small men protested this course of action but the one in grey refused to let them all argue with Tove. The grey man used his staff to corral the small men together and force them off of the battlefield, whether they liked it or not. He was very confident in Tove's ability to fight the bad guys off.

"TOVE!" Fili screamed, trying to fight back and run after Tove. He did not like leaving her. "LET ME GO! LET ME HELP HER!"

"We'll only get in her way." His brother told him, dragging Fili further away from her .

Fili huffed. "It is  cowardly."

"You saw how she tore those Trolls apart, she does not need our help. We must go." He argued with his older brother.

Mere seconds later, large wolf like beasts carrying the ugliest creatures you've ever seen appeared on the open field and they quickly surrounded Tove. But Tove didn't seem worried, she actually smiled at the unknown, gnarly creatures.

Tove grinned. "I accept your  surrender."

The monsters laughed at her.

They would regret that momentarily.

The ringleader let out a scream and spoke in another language, ordering his soldiers to kill the girl. Tove  sighed and muttered to herself. "Alright then, I guess today is a wash day." Shockingly, Tove sheathed her weapons before she began to run towards the monster that was coming for her.

She leapt into the air, the monster did the very same thing and lept onto the air, and they smacked against each other. Barely a second later, they were all on the ground... The monster was thrown from its wolf like beast, which let out a whine as it tumbled across the ground. It's master's body now lay unmoving next to Tove, who gracefully stood up, with something new in her hand -- the monster's heart. She smiled sweetly, holding the still beating heart up for all to see and crushed it between her fingers. It sprayed a lot of blood. The pack of beasts and monsters really did not like that.

The wolf like beast next to her started to growl. Tove crouched down to it, holding out her free hand and calmly shushed the beast. Her eyes glowed, reflecting on the beast and, to their confusion, the wolf like beast actually calmed down and nuzzled it's head into her palm. Tove smiled then threw the heart to the beast and the group of monsters watched in horror as it began to tear into his master's heart like it was a chew toy.

Tove laughed , grinning widely and she proclaimed. "Oh yeah, I am keeping you."

"KILL HER!" The head monster screamed.

Tove turned and cringed. "Right, fighting... Wolf, do you wanna play a game of fetch?" She very excitedly asked her new pet.

Thankfully, she was not alone for too long. About twenty Elves on horseback arrived with bows and swords, they fought off the monsters and their wolves with such ease and grace. Tove just stood there with her new pet and she watched in awe as these newcomers slaughtering evil. And when it was over, they all turned to her. A beautiful man with long black hair jumped down off his horse in front of her, cautiously eyeing Wolf nuzzling it's head into Tove's leg. He looked nervous. The Elf slowly moved his arm to his chest and bowed his head. She assumed it's his way of saying hello, then he questioned her. "Are you aware there is a Warg currently slobbering all over you?"

Tove's eyed lit up, looking down at Wolf. "That's what this thing is?! Regardless, he is now mine and I have named him Wolf. He will not harm you unless I tell him too."

"O-okay..." He was too stunned for words but chose to move on and warned Tove. "Please, Lady, we should head for safety. I have no doubt more Orcs will soon follow, and their Wargs do intend to cause harm. I am Lord Elrond of Ilmadris, we're not far from my home. Come with  us."

"I am Princess Tove, of Asgard." She told Elrond. It became a lot more formal when them finding out she was a Princess. She climbed onto Wolf's back, and followed.

Heimdall didn't think they needed to see anything else. They knew Tove was safe and she had made allies. So, he dropped his hold on the Soul Forge and turned to the people in the war room. It was silent. The Avengers didn't know what to say or do right now, they've never seen anybody rip out someone's heart like that before. It was a little disturbing to watch, and the heroes felt the a wave of nausea smack them all. This was Thor's daughter?! Finnr and Thor looked very proud of Tove. She was ruthless, like they taught her to be. It was a relief, seeing how easily Tove was able to protect herself from any dangers and make friends. It eased some of their worries. Frigga didn't look too happy. Not another beast roaming around her palace! Tove loved all monsters. Before she was kidnapped, she'd decided that she would adopt a Bilgesnipe... and it wasn't fun for anyone but her and the Bilgesnipe 

Bruce's eyes were wide, staring at where the Forge had been playing and muttered under his breath. "Your daughter's scary." It's a sentiment all the Midgardian's felt...

Natasha was already obsessed with her.

AN -- hahahaha if you don't know what a Warg looks like, please Google it. They are so ugly, I love them 😭 the Orcs don't deserve them and Tove is so collecting animals right now. Goddess of the Wild things. I'm obsessed. The people of Arda are going to lose their minds when they see a warg who has been tamed 🤣

Q. How could Tove act around the Elves?

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