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Dwalin isn’t a small dwarf, nor the nicest looking, farthest from the sweetest, he knows this. But one thing he craves more than anything else is to be treated like anything but a monster.
Don’t get him wrong he get’s a thrill from seeing people flinch when their eyes land on him for the first time, or when they see him stand up, bringing forth his full height and size.
But sometimes, when it’s the rare person he want’s to greet him with a smile instead, it’s as bad as a stab to the gut when they instead look for any excuse possible to leave his presence.
Even when he was a child, parents would whisper in their children's ears, to not go near that large child.
That angry child.
Poor thing, whose older brother was so so sweet.
What happened?
Doesn’t matter, stay away from him. His anger is dangerous.
Much too dangerous.
But he was only frustrated.
Wouldn’t any child be if at such a young age they were already being titled a beast?
He just wanted someone to allow him to hold them, to caress, to make love to them without expecting a hard fuck instead.
That was another thing, no one took him serious unless he was pushing them against a wall and fucking them with such a force to send dust falling on their over-heated bodies.
But that’s not what he wants.
Not what he needs.
He needs to hold the one he loves in his arms.
He needs to be greeted with a smile and a shy wave.
He needs to be treated like a dwarf, not a monster.
But that will never happen, not when he has instead spent his lifetime covering his body with tattoos and battle scars that only intensify the image of a violent creature.
That only prove those hushed whispers right.
Maybe that’s all he is after all.
All he ever will be.
A monster.