Pairing/Characters: Ori, Dwalin, Dori; N/A
Fandom: The Hobbit
Word Count: 1,215
Spoilers: Not really.
Summary: Dwalin and Ori have lunch.
Notes/Warnings: Continuation of the coffee shop!au. I have no idea how long it's going to be. Sorry for the delay. The boys were being stubborn. Bloody dwarves. No beta.
Ori bit his lip, very aware of Dwalin's hand around his arm. Part of him wondered if Dwalin only offered simply because they were 'family' now or if he genuinely wanted to spend time with Ori. The rest of him didn't care. Even though he was usually tongue-tied around Dwalin, he found the older man's presence reassuring and comforting. He looked around as Dwalin led him through the bustling crowd of people. "Where are we going?"
"A small restaurant near here," Dwalin answered, lightly tugging on Ori's arm to guide him through the crowd of people. The moment they entered the restaurant, Ori liked it: quiet, cozy, and full of delicious smells that made his mouth water. He barely noticed that Dwalin led him to a table in the corner. He was brought back to himself when a big hand rested on his back, just below his neck, warm and reassuring. "Have a seat, lad."
Ori sat, feeling more at ease with Dwalin now. "Thank you."
"Your usual, Dwalin?" The man who approached their table was quite familiar and Ori fought the urge to sink down in his seat. "Ori?"
He smiled sheepishly up at his oldest brother. "Hello, Dori."
"Of course: Ori, Nori, Dori. I should have realized." Dwalin looked disgruntled that he hadn't figured it out.
Dori glanced at Ori and he knew it was only Dwalin's presence that saved him from a scolding. "Well, I know what to bring you two, then. Won't be a moment."
"You don't come here often?" Dwalin asked once Dori had gone.
Ori picked at the tablecloth, not able to meet Dwalin's eyes for the moment. "I don't know if you've picked up on it, but Dori is a bit of a mother hen. I didn't mind it when I was a kid, but I'm a grown man now and I don't need him to watch out for me."
"What about Nori? You were glad enough to see him." It seemed that Dwalin understood where Ori was coming from.
He met Dwalin's gray eyes with a sad smile. "I hadn't seen him in months and he doesn't mother me the way Dori does."
"Don't you mean smother?" The twinkle in Dwalin's eye made Ori giggle.
He quickly muffled it when Dori reappeared with drinks for them. "What's so funny?"
"Nothing." His cheeks grew warm at the way he squeaked the word out.
Thankfully, the bell over the door jingled just then and Dori bustled off to greet the group of people who came in then. "Why did you even bother to text him that you weren't going straight home if he's here?"
"Because he's Dori." Ori traced his fingers around the edge of his glass. "I have to keep him aware of everything I'm doing, otherwise he'll call me and make a fuss. It's easier just to text him so he knows where I am."
Dwalin sat back in his chair, taking a sip of his drink. "Sounds like he needs to learn to lighten up and let go a bit."
Ori snorted and rolled his eyes. "Not likely, not after the way Nori turned out."
"Perhaps he just needs something or someone to distract him." He hummed thoughtfully as he set his glass down on the table.
Ori couldn't help raising an eyebrow at that. "Should I be worried?"
Dwalin raised an eyebrow right back, the one with the scar through it. "I don't know, should you?"
"Try not to do anything to hurt Dori." He sighed, shaking his head a little. "He may drive me crazy sometimes, but he's still my brother."
A reassuring smile was all he got before Dori appeared again, carrying two plates, setting one in front of each of them. Ori's stomach rumbled at the smell of his favorite foods. Dori knew him too well. "Bon appetite."
Even as he dug into his meal, Dwalin watched Ori, noticing how carefully and slowly he ate, as if he didn't want to waste a bite. Just the way Thorin described. Wonder how long it's been since he's eaten regular meals consistently?
Every time Dori approached their table to ask if they needed anything or top off their drinks, Ori tensed, as if he expected a scolding or some such. This time, when Dori approached, he only asked, "Would either of you like some dessert?"
"No, I couldn't eat another bite." Dwalin smiled reassuringly at Dori. "Everything was delicious, as always."
Nodding, Dori turned to his brother. "Ori?"
"No, thank you. This was quite enough." Ori's smile seemed rather timid for one brother to another.
Dori swept up Ori's plate, which wasn't quite picked clean. "I'll just put this in a box, then."
"Wait--" Ori's exclamation came too late, because Dori had already disappeared into the kitchen. Ori sighed and slumped in his seat. "The box he'll bring out will have another full meal in it, I'm sure."
Dwalin looked towards the kitchen, and then back at Ori. "He just wants to make sure you're eating well enough."
"I can take care of myself just fine," Ori grumbled, his eyes glinting with annoyance.
It was the first time he'd seen Ori even remotely angry and Dwalin rather liked how it looked on the lad. "Well, you'll hurt his feelings if you refuse it, you know."
A sigh and the annoyance faded. "I know." Brown eyes met gray. "Thank you for lunch. It was delicious, but I wouldn't expect anything less of Dori."
"You're welcome, lad. Next time we'll go somewhere else." He grinned and winked, just as Dori returned with a box.
Dori gave Dwalin a hard look, and then placed the box on the table where Ori's plate had been. "Here you go, all boxed and ready to go."
"Thanks, Dori." Ori smiled up at his brother and it looked sincere to Dwalin.
A nod and Dori looked from one to the other. "One check or two?"
"One," Dwalin told him, meeting his gaze levelly.
Another nod and Dori went to the cash register. Ori gave a muffled groan. "He's going to think we're dating after this."
"Let him think what he likes." Dwalin shrugged. "It's not his business."
Ori shook his head. "He'll make it his business."
"Like I said, we just need to distract him." He winked again, already thinking of how he would manage it.
Dori returned and placed the check on their table. "I hope you have a good day."
"Thanks, Dori." Dwalin pulled out his wallet and walked over to the cash register to pay.
Not surprisingly, Dori met him there, glaring at Dwalin. Keeping his voice quiet as he handled the transaction, he told Dwalin, "That's my baby brother. If you break his heart, I will break your arms and legs."
"I consider myself warned," Dwalin answered lightly, accepting the change Dori handed him. "I don't intend to hurt him."
Still glaring, Dori poked a finger in Dwalin's chest. "You can still do it unintentionally and that's worse."
Shaking his head, Dwalin returned to the table and counted out a tip for Dori. "Ready to go?"
"More than." Ori took the hand he held out and stood up.
Dwalin was intensely aware that Ori didn't let go even after they'd left the restaurant.