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Azog knew what it was like for people to just leave you and not care. He had had it happen to him his whole life; his parents, his gang, a few people he dated in the past. He had scraped at the bottom for so long, only living with just Weiβ.
He had lived alone with the expectation that people would always abandon him in the end, which was probably what lead him to stalk around the small hobbit he was in love with for a long time. He was waiting, waiting for the fluttering and stomach turning feeling to go away with time, but it just got worse. He began to notice little things about Bilbo, like the way how the hobbit's nose would scrunch up in the morning at any given interval, or the way how the hobbit would pull his bag closer when the tube became too crowded.
So when he grew sick of his own pathetic behavior and asked the man out, six time in one day, so that he could actually have a civil conversation with the hobbit was painful. It was painful letting someone in, knowing that they could just abandon him like all the others. The pain intensified for the first year of them dating, many surprised by how long they had lasted, mostly Bilbo's ex.
It changed in a flash he didn't realize what had been discussed til he had drank enough coffee that morning. He had made the mistake of talking about their past relationships, he was pleased when Bilbo didn't pull away at some of his more “adventurous” escapades. He had released a breath that he didn't realize that he had been holding.
Orcs had slowly gained the rights of other sentient beings, but many stilled held onto the past. Keeping their views that orcs were mindless killing machines and forced them into slums and poverty. He had been one of the few to make it out because he had saved up enough money from drug dealing to buy a company he had his eye on for a long time.
He had also told Bilbo of his gang leader past when the hobbit had looked at his scars in wonder. He told Bilbo about how he lost his arm to his own gang that was trying to overthrow him, he had talked about what his tattoos meant in orc society. He had told Bilbo so much and the hobbit gave so little in return that it hurt, it hurt to expose himself and only be met with a wall or more armor. Having Bilbo talk about past relationships had changed everything though.
Azog waited for his hobbit to speak, he waited a long time for anything, he could wait a few more minutes.
“I guess they mostly broke up with me, even my more... previous ex had broke up with me during a great transition in my life?” Bilbo bit his lip as he balanced a too large coffee mug of tea, while he sat on one of Azog's way too high stoles. “Um, my first girlfriend broke up with me when my parents died and... then explained to me in painstaking detail that it was all my fault.”
“My first boyfriend had tried to take control of my life, but after I refused to give in he... slept with my best-friend at the time, purposely waiting til I would walk in on them. I had moved out of my dorm room as soon as possible.”
Azog gripped his mug so tight it shattered, “Names.”
Bilbo looked up at him with wide eyes, “What?”
“I want their names,” Azog snarled as he stomped around his own kitchen in loose fitting pants til he found his miniature vacuum. It was quiet and didn't upset Weiβ, and he couldn't use a traditional broom with one hand.
He wanted to roar in rage at the two, treating Bilbo like that. He bared his teeth as he slammed the cupboard shut after retrieving a new mug.
“No, you can't kill them,” Bilbo huffed and rolled his eyes, he was already used to Azog's protective moods.
“Maim for life?”
“No,” Bilbo wriggled around the stool in discomfort. He licked his lips before he was prompted to go on by Azog's attention, “My ex, he left me when Dori and I thought we were going to go under. He left me saying that he couldn't see himself being with me, a failure.”
Azog's eyes glazed over, he very much wished that he had never brought up the conversation. He was going to rip the dwarf's tongue out and feed it to the dragon down stairs. The putrid fuck had the balls to try and claim to love Bilbo after that, he wasn't going to let the shit anywhere near Bilbo for the rest of his life.
Bilbo watched him as his hobbit squirmed, he understood now why Bilbo didn't open up to him. Bilbo was just as afraid of being abandoned as he was. Slamming down his coffee mug, he walked across his kitchen to where the island was, his strides long and fast. He pulled Bilbo to his chest with his good arm, it was too early in the morning for him to put on his prosthetic.
He felt his hobbit shake in his arm, he only tightened his grip as he buried his nose into the soft curls. He breathed in the calming scent that was Bilbo, his heart rate slowly going down from his anger. He spoke after a few minutes, his voice gravely and thick with emotions, “I will never, ever, abandon you, ever.”
Weiβ confirmed his statement when she rested her great head on his hobbit's lap. Giving a whining sound to force Bilbo to pet her, Azog chuckled as he watched his warg beg for his hobbit's attention. He laughed at Bilbo's face when Weiβ licked all over the hobbit's face, it was one of his favorite faces too. The way how Bilbo scrunched up his nose was just the most perfect thing ever, he hummed when Bilbo tried to hide into his bare chest.
He made a mental note to wriggle the names out of Bilbo latter, he had some limbs to rip off.