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Gathering Fiki Trick or Treat 2023 10/22 prompt submission

Trick prompt for 22/10: The God of Harvest receives whatever sacrifice God of Harvest desires.

Content Warning: Durincest,sibling incest, Smut, Dub Con (but not really, just situationally not ideal), ritual sex, harvest rituals (but the sexy kind), evil entities, At-Least-He's-Pretty levels of intelligence from Thorin

Author's note: Not edited or beta'd. Sorry for any mistakes. Thanks @gatheringfiki and @linane-art for organizing this!

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What The God of Harvest Wants

Dwalin didn’t like the idea of bringing the lads along this time. If Thorin was so hellbent on taking back their kingdom one day, he didn’t see the necessity of it. His lord and cousin reasoned that if it had to be done (which Dwalin still was not at all convinced that it did) it was better to ease his heirs into understanding this pivotal observance over a long period of time, rather than shock them with it all at once. They were reasonably intelligent boys; give them long enough and perhaps they would put two and two together and spare them the trouble of having to explain too much outright.

The uncle of said youths also happened to loathe difficult conversations with his nephews, and left as much of it as he could to Balin, their mother, or even more troublingly, Dwalin. Unlike his brother, Dwalin wasn’t exactly known for being chatty . When the terrors had been younger, it had been easy enough to explain it away as a yearly hunting trip. The boys were needed in Ered Luin with their mother, and were too unskilled to traverse the dangerous lands that were ideal for hunting in the autumn. In truth, it was up to the Ri brothers to do the actual hunting in the usual places while Dwalin and Thorin saw to the venerated ritual.

The dwarrow of Erebor did not historically acknowledge a God of Harvest. Unfortunately for their people, they had left Erebor long ago, driven from their homeland by a fire-wyrm. Along the arduous journey of many years across Middle Earth, there had been endless hidden rules to learn about the upper world and its surface-dwelling peoples; some that could be learned by listening and observing and other, far more bitter lessons that could only be learned the hard way. Immigrating a large group of non-indigenous dwarrow to a place once known as Belegost - a mountain kingdom that was half crumbling into the sea and the echoes of ages past still haunted the very stone - had not come without its lessons. Whether they had ever in the past acknowledged a God of Harvest didn’t matter, for the land they dwelled in commanded it now.

Dwarrow also were not historically known for assimilating, but desperate times called for desperate measures. They’d been warned in no uncertain terms when they arrived in the area of how the land demanded a tribute in the fallow season, but for the first several years had been too stubborn to listen. Thorin especially brushed it off as human superstition, halfling nonsense, and elvish lies. Eventually, when their settlement in Ered Luin began to require more of their food in trade than was sustainable to afford for their people, and likewise the surrounding communities were running out of food to sell to them , Thorin finally agreed to look into the matter.

Town by town the story varied - how the tradition had begun, or what entity it was even for, and why. In dark days, some said, it required a higher price to be paid, but thankfully there was no one alive with any living memory of those times. Now it seemed satisfied - if not fiercely insistent - that any community with more than a half dozen families perform the rite during the season of gwivashazdînmerag , within a fortnight of Durin’s Day. Dwalin and Thorin typically timed it so that they returned within two or three days of the sacred holiday and could celebrate their arrival with a traditional feast in the company of their kin.

It had been the two of them from the very beginning. Thorin could not bear to dole out the responsibility to anyone but himself and his closest companion. It was less of a violation this way, since they were already frequent visitors to each other’s beds. Having a shag on top of an eerie altar in front of a shadowy figure that only appeared when they went looking for it during that particular season in that particular wood wasn’t bad as far as “sacrifices” went, in Dwalin’s opinion. Though it seemed more like the kind of thing done in spring, but who was Dwalin to question the will of… whatever peeping-tom, immortal wraith needed the yearly humping display?

If he were being honest, he looked forward to this now. They never had a bad time, at any rate. Less so this year he could only presume. The boys, though both of age (Kili just a couple years ago), were company that tested his patience even on his best days. They would be full of endless questions as to why they weren’t hunting. They weren’t likely to stay where instructed or do as they were told, and the only reason Dwalin hadn’t outright refused this idiotic idea was because, somehow, he and Thorin had never been interrupted during the act.

There must have been some mystical force field (probably all that fog that would suddenly surround them when they stumbled upon the right place) or magic that kept others away while he and Thorin were otherwise occupied. They never saw anyone else there, either, though presumably other settlements sent pairs to settle their accounts. Once the deed was done, the fog would gradually disappear, and they would find their way once more, and reunite with their companions who stood guard to wait for them. (Balin and Nori had been keen to test all the factors they could think of when investigating the rite. It wouldn’t do for the common people to find out what their prince got up to in the name of a mysterious, un-dwarrow power.)

(It would look to their people precisely like what Dwalin suspected it actually was, given the history of their place of habitation. Dark magic. Dark magic that was better off being appeased than opposed.)

There was practically no chance they would be found out, but there was every chance of the lads getting into some stupid trouble while he and their uncle’s backs were turned.

***

The sun had set hours ago, and Fili didn’t think he could hold Kili back any longer. He couldn’t hold himself back any longer. His brother was wearing down the grass where he paced in worry. Something was wrong, and his priority wasn’t convincing Kili the opposite was true anymore. It was finding out what had happened to their uncle and Dwalin.

He hated admitting it but his brother was right. Something hadn’t been normal about this from the start. Thorin and Dwalin had been downright shifty about this trip - telling them to pack less than they usually would for a hunt, and then there had been the intense but nearly silent fight between their mother and uncle before they left. Dwalin wasn’t exactly verbose but even his grimace was grimmer than usual. They’d been instructed to make camp by an outcrop of stones a quarter league or so away from the treeline. Before they watched their elders disappeare into the forest, Thorin had said to expect them shortly after sundown. Midnight had come and gone, and there had been no sign of them.

“So?” Kili pressed, eyeing the small fire they had lit then squinting into the darkness toward the forest.

“Alright. But swear to me,” Fili growled as his little brother immediately started breaking down the camp, “that you will not leave my sight, nor let me leave yours. Should-to-shoulder the whole time, am I clear?”

“Yes, uncle ,” Kili hissed irritably and kicked dirt into the fire.

Fili sighed and rolled his eyes, and tried not to dwell on how alluring Kili looked as his little brother shouldered his bow and silently made his way forward with all the skills and sudden focus of a seasoned tracker. Frowning, scowling, and seething (not to mention the occasional, unexpected bout of competence ) brought out an attractiveness in his naddith that Fili couldn’t quite explain. Thankfully he could hardly give himself away by provoking his brother’s temper, and Kili never seemed to suspect his elder brother wasn’t just doing it to get a rise out of him.

Such thoughts were unworthy of him as a crown prince and older brother. These facts had never stopped the thoughts, unfortunately. Appropriateness of time and place seemed to have little influence over him, either. Now, for instance, when he should have been focused on finding his uncle and Dwalin, he was far more distracted by the moonlight shining down through the trees and alighting Kili’s chestnut hair in a mesmerizing dapple. The glinting silver braid-bead Fili had made and gifted Kili for his latest name day glittered as his brother moved fluidly over the hard ground. Feigning ignorance when his mother asked him why it looked so much like a courting bead was also below him, but he’d done it nonetheless. It was probably because, he had assured her carefully, his very favorite bead ever crafted was worn in her hair, and had been crafted by none other than his belated father. He must have been unconsciously thinking of that.

His mother wasn’t a sentimental dwarrowdam, except in some cases. It had worked to throw her off. When Bofur had joked at Kili’s name day celebration about it, Fili simply told everyone he knew it was the only one Kili would ever get, and Fili was just doing his naddith a favor.

The ensuing fight had been enough to turn everyone’s attention from it. He’d apologized to Kili that night. Knowing his little brother was still sulking under his covers, he’d slipped into bed beside him instead of going to his own, and admitted that he’d been embarrassed by the coincidence and shouldn’t have used Kili to side-step his own humiliation. He didn’t really believe Kili would never receive a courting bead. Seeing how easy it was for Kili to get along with others, he’d probably receive one far sooner than Fili ever would.

He sighed and shook his head to chase away the memory, then realized suddenly he had no idea where they were. The clear skies and moonlight were gone. They were surrounded by thin, gnarled trees on all sides. When had they entered the forest? Where was the path? Where had all this fog come from?

Kili had gone deadly still, likely realizing their predicament at the same time as Fili. He turned slowly to his brother, eyes wide with confusion.

Did you see how we got here? Fil hastily signed.

Kili shook his head frantically.

Stay calm, Fili tried to remind him.

Fili! It must be wights!

Fili shook his head sternly. Stop. Not helping. Torch.

Kili immediately scrambled to retrieve the wood and cloth from his pack, only to turn around and find it suddenly gone. Fili reached for his dagger and realized that he, too, had been relieved of his gear and weapons. Fog began to thicken and swirl around them and they quickly drew closer to one another, back to back as they tried to see through the thick clouds.

“Fili —”

“Don’t let go of me!” Fili shouted, and they linked hands. As soon as it began, it was over. Suddenly the fog fell - as if it were suddenly pulled down to the ground - and swirled lazily at their feet. They were in a clearing now, the looming trees now further away, and they both laid eyes at the raised structure in the middle of the area at the same time.

“What is that ?” Kili whispered loudly, but made no move to go investigate. It looked to Fili like an altar or large throne of some sort. There was no other way to explain it but that the stone it was made of looked… wrong. Foul. A sheenless black rock, it was marbled with a brown, almost red mineral that he didn’t recognize, and great, thick, thorned, black vines grew around it almost like a grotesque frame. Odd as it was to notice, there was a small bowl perched on a raised part of the stone - where one might consider the arm of a chair to be.

Graced am I by the youngest of Durin’s sons.

A voice felt at first like it might split their eardrums and carried pain and terror throbbed around them, and immediately they both fell to their knees and covered their ears. It did nothing, since the voice was inside them as well.

The God of Harvest receives whatever sacrifice the God of Harvest desires. The would-be king and his loyal dog have come as they have each year before, yet it is now the golden king of years-to-come and his beloved who will satisfy me. Do as I command, and not only will your people prosper through another winter, but I will make a way that you may follow home .

Fili and Kili looked at each other, fear written in their eyes, but also the resignation that there was nothing they could do but face the creature. Slowly looked up to see a shroud of darkness before them. Like the blackest, putrid smoke bleeding outward from a void, just hovering there menacingly.

“What…” Fili swallowed and almost choked with how parched he had become, “what have you done… with our kin?”

They seek me, but they will not find me. Never again. You will bear the responsibility. You will lead, and be followed. Hear me, Fili, son of Vili, crown prince of Erebor. Do as I command and you will be reunited. They do not have what I require, but you and Kili do.

Kili flinched at the mention of his name. Whatever was going on, it seemed like it had no interest in Dwalin and Thorin, and was only keeping them separated until it had what it wanted. Whatever that was.

“What is it you want?” he said more resolutely this time, and dared to stand while his brother followed unsteadily after him.

It is good, is it not, when interests align? What is it you want, oh prince? Show me. Take your brother to my altar and show me what you want, and I will be satisfied. As your elders have done and returned faithfully year after year, do as I command now and you will never need to return here again. As promised, a path will be laid for you and your kin to the solitary mountain.

“As our elders have done?” Kili managed to inquire shakily. “What have they done? What path? What do you want?”

“Kili —” Fili tried to stop him.

A splitting, white-hot pain flashed in their skulls and visions passed behind their eyes. They saw a vast land beyond the Blue Mountains, where the sea should have been. Mighty kingdoms were built and crumbled in seconds and the lands changed rapidly before them. A malevolent presence lingered out of sight as the ages came and went, and suddenly they were back in the clearing, eyes open and pain gone. Faded shadows of people of all sorts passed before them like echos. Always two at a time, walking swiftly to the altar and falling atop each other in a rush of lust and passion. An elf and a woman, two humans, two halflings, a halfling and an elf - the combinations were varied and endless, until finally they found themselves watching in growing alarm as the shadowy figures of Dwalin and their uncle approached the altar.

“Alright, alright! Enough! We get the point!” Fili panicked as the two reached the bottom of the stone and turned toward one another.

“You… you want us to have sex for you?” Kili recoiled. “What kind of load is —”

“Kili shut up!” Fili snarled.

You cannot comprehend my reasoning, young mortal? Tell me, littlest prince of the Longbeards, what do my reasons amount to, to you? When it doesn’t even matter what they are, for you will take any reason, whether nonsensical or otherwise?

“Stop talking to it,” the elder prince warned.

Who is to say you didn’t pray for this again and again at night, Kili, while you laid so innocently next to your elder brother and tried to think of good reasons not to touch yourself. Or more importantly, reasons not to touch him —

“Stop it!” Kili shouted.

“Kili look at me,” Fili insisted and grabbed his brother by his shoulders. “We can’t let this thing get into our heads —”

Far too late for that, dear lion. What things would your little brother see in your noble head, should I show him?

Fili quickly averted his eyes from Kili’s gaze and released his shoulders.

Of course, there is always another path. It is the one where you do not do as I command. In consequence, not just your people will suffer my wrath for this insult. I will ensure the line of Durin cannot endure from your branch, and your legacy will wither, and a Fell winter will spread across the land for generations. Make your choice, princes.

“Kili… I can’t make you do this,” Fili ground out, still refusing to meet his brother’s gaze. “If we run —”

“Run?” Kili spat, nearly hysterically. “To where? To tell uncle we refused this thing? That a Fell Winter and the end of your line is coming? We cannot bring this ruin upon an entire region! Maybe… maybe Thorin didn’t stumble upon this with the last person he wanted to even look at the way you’ve had to, but it couldn’t have been easy for them either. Let’s… let's just get it done as they have. Just… close your eyes and think of some lass and then we can leave .”

Fili’s eyes snapped up and he stared at his brother with a horrified expression.

“Kili you can’t be serious! I’m not going to force you —”

“You’re not forcing me! Hello! Look at me! I’m agreeing to do this and get on with it! So quit feeling sorry for yourself and —”

“I’m not feeling sorry for myself, I’m feeling sorry for you ! I know… I know you never planned your first to be with… with me. I’m your brother, you wouldn’t, you don’t —”

“And I’m so sure you’re just bursting with excitement to have to share a hump with your pathetic little brother who has no beard and is a spare and is just exactly your idea of who you’d like to take to some haunted sex ritual.”

It was then, Fili believed but couldn’t be sure, that the black-void-entity still hovering next to them sighed impatiently.

“Don’t say that,” Fili muttered awkwardly. “You know I hate that. You’re not a spare . Not to me.”

“Well then… stop torturing yourself over what you think you’re doing to me. We’re here, looks like we’re the chosen ones… let’s just… do it.”

They shared a hesitant moment before Kili warily stepped around the mass of floating black to approach the altar.

“Ugh, this looks like the least comfortable place for a fuck,” he grumbled, and Fili shook his head at the audacity on display in his brother that he should still have the gall to complain.

“Ew, what is this…? For Durin’s sake,” his brother scowled as he dipped a finger into the bowl Fili had previously noticed and rubbed his fingers together to inspect the substance.

To ease your joining, young one. Now proceed, for I have indulged your cowardly hesitation long enough.

The smoke faded into nothing, but neither of the princes was foolish enough to believe the thing had actually left . They could still feel the heavy, unpleasant presence whether or not it was visible.

Fili rubbed the back of his neck, nerves like he had never known before kept him rooted to the spot while his brother continued to inspect the profane structure.

“Well, I don’t suppose it’s, uh, I mean, you’re the elder and um… the future king. I suppose… I should…”

“Should what?” Fili blurted.

“Take… the um… su-su, hm,” he cleared his throat as a blush rose high on his cheeks. “The submissive… position. Right?”

“I don’t —”

“Yeah, okay. That should work. I’ll just… should I get all the way undressed, or —”

FIli couldn’t take this anymore one way or another, and since there was no getting out of it, he needed to take action. He couldn’t leave his brother to shoulder this responsibility entirely.

“Sit,” Fili said firmly, though he didn’t feel an ounce of the confidence that his voice feigned. Kili immediately sat atop the “seat” and looked up at his brother with wide, trusting eyes. “Just follow my instructions.”

Fili knelt before his brother and placed his hands on his knees and gently pulled them apart, keeping his eyes on Kili’s face for any sign of distress. He inhaled shapely when Fili slowly slid his hands up his thighs and unclasped the buckle of his trousers.

“Okay?” FIli asked.

Kili swallowed hard and nodded. He ran his tongue across his lips and Fili was suddenly overwhelmed with the desire to do the same. Slowly, very slowly, he leaned forward and pointedly looked at Kili’s lips before looking back up at his warm, brown eyes for permission. The slightest nod of affirmation, and Fili closed the distance between them at the same time he cupped his brother’s length.

His brother’s very hard length. Fili didn’t have time to think about that as Kili gasped against his mouth and he took the opportunity to taste him, finally . His naddith groaned and gave as good as he got, reaching up to grip Fili’s mane and pull him closer, caressing his tongue with his own with enthusiasm and more skill than Fili couldn’t account for. He stroked his brother firmly but slowly, gathering precum at the tip of his cock to smear along the length. He wanted to look at him, see him hard and weeping and even better yet, swallow him down, but he couldn’t. Whatever mind tricks Kili had played on himself to get his body to play along wouldn’t pass for tricks from Fili if he let his guard down. It would be obvious he wanted Kili.

That thing had all but revealed his secret, but his brother had obviously been too panicked to understand what it was saying.

This was the thing he’d wanted more than anything - more than his uncle’s approval or even his mother’s love, and yes, even more than Erebor. To be able to have it, but not … to taste it but not be allowed to swallow, to have his brother under him but only by the force of their circumstances, never to happen again… it was torture.

“S-stop, stop, Fili —” Kili suddenly broke the kiss and pulled back and Fili recoiled as if he’d been burned. This was it, Fili had crossed the line, Kili couldn’t bear it —

“Don’t make me come before you. But please,” Kili panted, “don’t stop.”

Fili swallowed and furrowed his brow but nodded, dumbfounded. What were they doing ? Had this creature done something to make Kili want it?

Burning with internal heat, Fili tore off his leathers while Kili did the same. Fili helped him pull off his boots and tried not to feel like a creep for looking at his brother the way he was. With just their linen tunics between them now, Kili slowly reclined fully against the stone, while Fili hovered above him.

“I-I need,” Fili fumbled to say, “the uh… I need to… stretch you, so it won’t… so I don’t…”

Kili nodded and looked away as he spread his legs apart. A wave of dizziness almost threatened to overwhelm him as Fili tried with all his might not to see his beloved brother, hard and panting, spread out underneath him. He was there, right there, he couldn’t not see him, but he wasn’t allowed. This wasn’t allowed .

Trembling, he reached up to the bowl and drenched three fingers in the slippery fluid. He eased himself between his brother’s thighs, spreading him even further before Fili than before and took as steadying breath as he placed a finger at the furl of his entrance.

“Try to relax and push against my finger. It might sting and when it does, try to breathe and relax every muscle as much as possible. Don’t try to be brave, tell me if I hurt you immediately. Do you understand?”

“ Yes uncle ,” Kili snarked and the comment worked to break some of the tension between them. Fili rolled his eyes and leaned over to kiss his silly naddith on the forehead before returning to his lips. Kili again gasped against his mouth when Fili began circling the tight bud with more intention, and he distracted him with more deep, lingering kisses for several long minutes as he eased the first finger in. By the gods he wished he could tell Kili how beautiful he was when he threw his head back and whined, but he settled instead for drawing more noises of pleasure from him by kissing and licking and nibbling along the pale flesh offered. The second finger required even more distraction, and Fili trailed his hungry mouth down his brother’s sternum and teased and sucked his nipples until he was loose enough to accommodate Fili thrusting and stretching his digits inside his tight clench. Fili only wrapped his hand around his hard length again when he finally slid in a third finger, and Kili simultaneously begged for him to wait, please wait, but don’t ever stop, please more.

Kili held his own legs up and apart for his brother as Fili lined his neglected cock up with his brother’s wet, spasming hole. With a sense of dismay, Fili realized he would think about this moment every time he took someone to bed for the rest of his life.

“Please, Fili,” Kili pleaded, tears gathering in the corner of his eyes. What he was begging for Fili couldn’t really know, or refused to believe. He took another breath and pressed forward into his brother’s virgin entrance and tried not to lose himself entirely to the tight, hot, embrace of his baby brother’s body. Kili went utterly still beneath him, eyes fixed on Fili’s in what looked like wonder. The sound of his breath leaving him as Fili bottomed out was exquisite, and suddenly Kili was pulling at him, clawing at his shirt and trying to wrap his legs around his older brother’s thick trunk unsuccessfully. Fili steadied Kili’s hips, mindful not to hurt him while Kili strained against him in a rush to seek whatever he was seeking.

“Kili, what are you —”

“Ungh, oh gods, please, please, move naddith, please —”

“Shh, shh, stay still. I’ll give it to you, I promise, just lay still.” If he continued to squirm like that, Fili was going to come, and fast. No matter what Kili said, there was no way Fili was letting himself come first. Kili trembled beneath him but stopped his frantic movements, and Fili slowly pulled out, then slowly thrust back in. Kili groaned and dropped his head back against the stone again, and Fili took the opportunity to bury himself in his brother’s neck, nearly bending the younger in half. Kili didn’t complain and only rolled his hips in time to meet Fili’s next slow thrust, and he cried out brokenly and squeezed his thighs against Fili’s sides as a result of the coordination.

“Fuck, Fili, oh fuck, fuck —”

“Kili, oh gods, naddith, oh fuck —”

“Feels good, Fee, fuck it feels so good. More, more, fuck me harder Fili, please —”

“Ah!” Fili said in surprise, both at what his little brother had just said, but also at how his hips kicked forward of their own volition to deliver a much rougher thrust than he’d yet given.

“Yes! Fuck yes please! Please Fili, please —”

Fili couldn’t take it anymore. He pushed himself up on his hands and delivered several hard thrusts that sent his brother’s voice into the trees and sky. “Fili! Oh gods, I’m gonna come, fuck, please, please Fili just come inside of me, please come inside of me, please —”

Fili was falling before he could stop himself and he leaned over and sank his teeth into Kili’s shoulder, delivering thrusts that sent Kili sliding up the stone so that his head hung over the other side, licking the bright red marks in apology.

“Yes Kili fuck yes ah ah AH KILI —”

Fili relished the feeling of hot, wet seed and his brother’s nails tearing the flesh down his back as he came harder than he could ever remember coming before in his life. As his brother had demanded, he spilled himself inside his naddith, growling and groaning against the abused flesh of his little brother’s shoulder as the pleasure of his orgasm was ripped from his loins, and the evidence of it flooded Kili’s passage.

Almost immediately the atmosphere changed. Rays of dawn light broke through the clouds and the air felt warmer, and less malevolent. Kili blinked and shared his awareness, paying more attention now to their changing surroundings than the fact that Fili was still inside of him.

Carefully and with far more gentleness than he’d ever let Kili witness him showing, Fili pulled out and dutifully helped his little brother wipe himself clean. They both dressed in silence, not bothering to address the situation or ask where the thing had gone. They turned their backs to the altar to rearrange their clothing, and once they turned back around, it was gone. The trees were close again, and there was a clear path back to the edge of the forest.

Stranger still than all these happenings was that Dwalin and Thorin were waiting for them by their campsite when they returned, a deer, a boar, and two bags full of quail between them. They welcome Kili and Fili back as if nothing at all was amiss.

When Fili tried to question them about what had happened, and had begun to tell the tale of what they had been through (just up to the point of encountering the entity , and no further), Thorin and Dwalin looked at them both with so much concern that Fili and Kili eventually dropped it, and played it off as a bad joke. Fili could never really be sure, because perhaps this was how his uncle had meant it to happen. Or, perhaps, the entity had removed Thorin and Dwalin’s memory of the rite entirely. It had said that the rite would no longer be required if Fili did as it asked.

As for him and Kili, they eventually sorted it out. Any closer inspection of the event on either of their sides made clear that the longing had never been one sided. Despite it all amounting to having a shag on an eerie alter in front of a shadowy figure, they hadn’t had a bad time, really. As for the path it had set them on, sitting on the throne many years later with his beloved brother by his side as consort, Fili could only be strangely grateful for it all.

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