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[forgottenbrother]

OOC NOTES: Okay so I was going to set up a scene here, but I know I have at least two people who want to tag in and play with Frerin, so I decided to let you guys set up a scene on whatever's going through your head. Feel free to give me a blank tag and I'll set up scene in that case, but talk to me if you want to do that so we can decide on something that we both want to do.

Other than that...um...well yeah just go for it :3

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[forgottenbrother]

"You're making that face that Father does," Frerin points out with mild annoyance. He pushes Thorin over, crawling onto his chest.

"Can I not just enjoy my brother's company?"

[kinginexile]

Oof. You're heavy, Frerin, goodness. Thorin's eyes roll and he'll settle on a looking mildly annoyed by him. Even if he's really not.

"After we set camp." Come now, Frerin, didn't snogging by a warm fire sound good?

[forgottenbrother]

He is a growing young dwarf, Thorin. Far better he be heavy and the size he should be. So nyah.

Frerin lets out a heavy sigh and leans over Thorin, giving his lower lip a bite. He lingers there for a moment before sitting up and getting to his feet.

"Fine. Prude."

[kinginexile]

At the bite, Thorin tries to push up into it, but Frerin is already moving away. He tries to be good and serious first, but Frerin makes it so difficult. He does give a little nudge with his boot to his brother's backside before getting up as well. Setting up camp isn't as terrible as Frerin makes it out to be.

Thorin will start a nice little fire and rolls out his bedroll, furs and all. The ponies are tied to a nearby tree so they can graze and comfortably settle if they wish and Thorin is pleased enough by this. He turns to look for his brother, wondering what help he's been with things.

[forgottenbrother]

Frerin grins at the kick, making a face at Thorin.

While Thorin is doing all that, his brother will wander off to find the stream. He knows where it is, of course, but he takes his sweet time in filling up a bucket with fresh water and bringing it back to the camp. That done, the young dwarf climbs into a nearby tree and settles himself there, lazily whittling himself a new arrow.

[kinginexile]

The sun is setting now and Thorin eventually catches sight of his brother up in a nearby tree. The setting sun through the trees looks lovely on his brother and he'll watch him for a moment.

Until he tosses a pebble at him, hitting just against the side of Frerin's boot.

"Oi, you staying up there all evening?" Come here you big baby. You did want to spend time with Thorin after all, right?

[forgottenbrother]

The pebble against his boot makes him glance over at Thorin. Frerin gives his brother a brilliant smile and tucks his knife away, climbing down from the tree and setting his half-finished arrow beside his abandoned pack.

"Have something particular in mind, brother dear?"

[kinginexile]

Glad to have his brother down on the ground with him now, he'll cross his arms over his chest, shrugging.

"Dinner, if you were hungry." Dried meats and what not. Some mead. Good dwarf dinner!

"Though why must you climb trees like some elf?" Thorin says with a wrinkle of his nose. It's so very undwarf like, Frerin.

[forgottenbrother]

"Dinner sounds excellent." Frerin shrugs, walking over to join his brother by the fire. The second statement, however, gets a scowl.

"I am not like an elf, Thorin," he huffs. Thorin gets a hard shove.

[kinginexile]

Sitting, Thorin grabs for their packs, not before he's shoved by Frerin. Taking a bottle of mead from his pack he'll give him a look, pulling the cork from it and drinking a swig.

"You use a bow and climb trees like one." He's teasing him, but he hardly sounds it. Poking fun at his brother was too easy at times.

[forgottenbrother]

"Well..." Frerin struggles to find a comeback. "Your ears are pointy like an elf's."

Not his best, but it'll have to do for now. The truth is, comparisons to elves bother Frerin far more than he lets on. He knows he's not like the other dwarves. He embarrassed himself already by dropping a warhammer on his foot because it was too heavy for him to hold. It had been several years since that incident, but it still stung.

Even Dis was a better dwarf than he.

[kinginexile]

Frerin please. Sighing, he pushes the opened bottle against Frerin's chest willing him to drink.

"One day you will have to teach me how to shoot as good as you." He's saying he approves, he just likes teasing you. It's what brothers do after all. Really he thinks his brother is very talented. He's quick on the draw and can hit most anything with his bow, rarely did he miss. It was amazing to watch.

[forgottenbrother]

Frerin takes the bottle gratefully, tilting his head back as he takes a swig. The prominent blue eyes of the Durin line shine out of his face with gratitude that Thorin understands.

"A clumsy oaf like you?" Frerin will tease right back, his confidence restored by that one remark. "I hardly think you would be any use with a bow."

But Thorin saying Frerin would have to teach him...that means a lot. It truly does.

[kinginexile]

He'll snag the bottle back, taking a good swig himself.

"Mm, then teach this clumsy oaf how to be of any use with one." He leans against Frerin, one arm behind his brother as he holds himself up from falling back.

"If I can learn to wield a blade without taking my fingers off, I must not be a complete waste with a bow." At least teach him how to pull the string back without snapping himself in the face.

[forgottenbrother]

Frerin smiles fondly, dropping his head to rest against his brother's shoulder. He does so love taking time to be together, just them doing whatever they pleased. One arm snakes around Thorin's waist.

"You do have such clever fingers," he remarks in a low murmur, eyes drifting closed for a moment. "Would you really want me to teach you?"

[kinginexile]

The bottle settles between Thorin's legs, hand still resting around the neck of it. He'll bring his other hand up to rub along the side of Frerin's neck, behind his ear, into his hair. Massaging lazily.

"I would not ask if I did not want you to."

[forgottenbrother]

Frerin hums at the light massage, letting out a pleased sigh. He's always been more physically affectionate than anything, and nothing tells him he's loved more than touch. His eyes stay closed, content.

"You know Dis will want to be involved too."

[kinginexile]

Thorin knows plenty about Frerin and his ways of showing affection. He can be overly so at the worst of times, still, he loves his brother. More than he should. Not that it was anything he could help, it had just... happened.

Still, they are so very comfortable around each other when alone like this, he really does enjoy it. Fingers lightly move through the mane of hair, blunt nails scratching against Frerin's scalp. He's like a big cat, honestly.

"Aye, she will. It would be only fair to teach her as well." Thorin, always trying to play the devil's advocate between them all.

[forgottenbrother]

A big cat is probably the best description for Frerin. He adores attention on his terms. He muffles a little sound against Thorin's shoulder, a slight shiver running down his back at the sensation.

It goes both ways, however. Thorin gives him attention and Frerin will give it right back. He tilts his head, his face pressing lightly against his brother's neck in order to give him a gentle nip there.

"Must I?" He huffs against Thorin's slightly damp skin.

[kinginexile]

At the nip, his fingers curl in Frerin's hair. Naughty brother, he knows how wicked he can be.

"Father will insist."

[forgottenbrother]

Fingers curling is not saying no, at least. Frerin takes that chance to nip at him again, tongue darting out to brush over the same spot. It's naughty of him and he knows it, but Frerin loves to tease.

"Father doesn't have to know."

[kinginexile]

Thorin's breath catches at that and he'll use that handful of hair to tug Frerin up and into a kiss. Isn't this what he wanted after all?

"Dis will complain to him. He'll find out. There is enough he doesn't know as is." Meaning them. Their relationship with each other. But enough of that talk, he'll kiss Frerin again, hand firm against the back of his brother's neck.

[forgottenbrother]

Frerin lets out a smug chuckle as Thorin finally kisses him, returning it briefly. His eyes glitter with triumph and mischief, pleased with himself.

"If you insist," he murmurs. Thorin's lips are on his again and he groans in satisfaction, hands fisting in his brother's clothes.

"You can do better than that, brother."

[kinginexile]

Oh don't try to challenge him, Frerin. But of course Thorin is always trying to be better and do the best he can, so his brother's words work easily on him. He'll push Frerin down onto his back, his kiss much more hungry as he cages him between arms and a mess of hair.

Better?

The fire is warm beside them, but not too close to be a worry. Thorin thinks maybe they should move onto one of their bedrolls, but right now he would like to kiss his brother silly.

[forgottenbrother]

"Thorin..."

Thorin's eagerness wins him a satisfied groan against his lips. Frerin slides his hands up into his brother's hair, kissing back just as hard. He loves this, loves being wanted, and no one has ever made him feel happier or more wanted than Thorin.