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16: “Don’t worry. I’m not going anywhere.”

18: “Do you think I’m worried about that? Just get some rest.”

Modern Middle Earth AU.

“You know, when Nori said I had a virus,” Bilbo rasped, “I was fairly sure he was talking about my computer.”

Thorin drew the heavy covers over his husband and kissed his forehead. Bilbo shivered, although whether it was from his fever or Thorin’s beard, he couldn’t tell. “You’re usually right not to listen to him,” he said. “Nori is ignorant of medicine, except when it comes to tourniquets.”

“A consequence of his past, no doubt,” Bilbo mumbled into the pillow, and sneezed. “Green Lady’s left lovely jubbly, I’m disgusting.”

“Do you think I’m worried about that?” Thorin asked him, and waited for Bilbo to answer. As there was no response, save for Bilbo’s feet wiggling under Thorin’s arse as he sat on them (the only way to get him to stay in bed, he’d found), he elected to continue. “Just get some rest.”

“I - “

Thorin didn’t often have to bring out his King Voice. He didn’t particularly like using it, as a matter of fact. But Bilbo often called for the King Voice, especially when he was being a terrible sick person. It was quite rich that Bilbo had the nerve to say he’d thought Thorin would be a whiner, the first time Thorin caught a chest cold in Erebor. “You,” he rumbled, “are going to lie still and be quiet, or risk losing your voice within hours.”

Bilbo squeaked, curling up under the comforter like a startled dormouse. “No need to boss me about!” His voice came out muffled, but indignant. “I suppose you’ll have your poor husband lying still and alone while you have fun king time with Dwalin, too? Drinking and carousing?” He coughed so hard that it shook both his body and the bed, then subsided in an obvious yet invisible sulk.

— ally condi.