This was requested a long time ago by Hiddleston11 based on another imagine; Imagine Thorin, Fili or Kili gets mad about the time you spent on Wattpad/Pinterest. You explain you spend that much time on the website so that you feel comfort when they are not physically there due to duties.

It takes place in a modern Erebor where Gandalf fixed internet connection for you.

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You were comfortably tucked away beneath your blanket fort of solitude with your laptop on your lap and a cup of hot coffee in your hand.

The fingers of your free hand worked fast; typing here, sliding down on the touchpad and clicking this. A whole new world of information washed over you and you couldn't wait to see it all.

Your former world had been up to a lot since you were logged off. Presidents were elected, tragedies had happened, your family had moved on from your apparent 'loss'.

What you mainly focused on, however, were the new creative ideas you found on Pinterest.

And the many stories that had been posted since you last logged on to Wattpad.

You had created new accounts as to not scare people. If you would comment or like something with your old accounts, people might feel like your accounts were hacked.

Sometimes you did think ahead.

The thing you were most interested about was new art created after Thorin. Now that you knew him more intimately, you were able to chuckle at some of the imagines.

A lot of them were out of character for your loving king. While others came so close to the truth it was just eerie.

Going back to your pinterest account you once again typed in 'Thorin Oakenshield'. Several hits popped up on your screen instantly. Richard Armitage was really in a league of his own. You couldn't help but to stare at his majestic portrayal of your husband.

You had showed the images to Thorin before, noticing how he puffed out his chest. "I have far more muscles than him" he had growled at the screen.

And that wasn't the only thing your husband wasn't happy about.

After that fatal misjudgement, you didn't look up the pictures when he was in the same room. It was safer for everyone.

Going back to your homepage you couldn't help but to notice that there were some new crafts that you would have to try out. Some of them you could actually use to decorate your home. You started pinning everything so you wouldn't lose the ideas.

"Oh and this is amazing, and oh my lord have you seen this?" you asked no one in particular.

As you were busy with 'work', you didn't hear the door to your bedchambers opening. "Âzyungâl?"

You giggled deep inside your blanket fort. There were just so many amazing ideas. You would be busy with making these for the rest of your life!

Thorin rolled his eyes as he spotted what had once been your marriage bed. Now, he could only see the bedpost and a huge mountain of blankets in the middle of it. "Please tell me you're reading a book" he said.

The blankets blocked out his voice so you were still focused on your screen when he pulled away the many lairs of protection.

You looked up in shock, blinking at the small amount of light that threatened to blind you.

"Are you looking at those absurd 'imagines' again? I told you that I am not too happy with them" Thorin said with a stern voice. He took some of your blankets and folded them, laying them back in your closet.

"I was using those" you huffed in annoyance. Grumpily, you kicked the other blankets off the bed. "And for your information, I wasn't reading stories on Wattpad. I was looking for some more creative ideas" you said stubbornly.

Thorin raised an eyebrow. "You didn't have enough ideas already? Last time you showed me those ideas, you had collected well over two hundred and fifty of them" he pointed out.

You crossed your arms. "I will get to them all in due time. What is it to you anyway?"

"Sometimes I wonder where my wife is, since she doesn't spend her time having lunch or breakfast with me." Thorin pointed at you. "Every time I wake up I expect to see you first but all I see is the light coming from that blasted thing!" he shouted.

"At least you get to see me! You are the one who is always off working for his kingdom instead of spending time with his wife!" You took a deep breath to calm yourself. "I get that you are a king but sometimes you could take a few hours off. Even Balin said so."

He walked towards the chair near your window. He laid a hand on it, looking outside at the lake that shone in the summer sun. "Every time I return home I find you behind that thing."

You walked up to him, laying your hands on his tense shoulders. "You stubborn dwarf" you spoke lovingly. "I spend so much of my time on 'that thing' because you are hardly ever here."

He looked at you over his shoulder.

"It was a bit of a surprise to me to find out dwarves keep their woman in their halls all day long" you said, finishing with a deep sigh.

Thorin turned towards you, your hands falling down your sides.

"I'm trying to get used to it but I find it hard to come up with something to do during the day. And so I spend my time mainly on my compute. What else do I have to do?"

"My love, forgive me, I had no idea you felt this way." Thorin pressed his forehead against yours. He softly rubbed his nose against the tip of yours. "Will you forgive this old fool for not noticing?"

You smiled. A soft kiss was pressed against your lips. "Can you spend some more time with me here?" you asked quietly.

"I will see to it that Balin reduces the amount of time I'm supposed to spend on kingly duties. Fili is old enough to take over some responsibilities" he said thoughtfully.

You pressed a kiss on his cheek. "Thank you. That is all I'm asking for."

"Will you spend less time on your computer if I spend more time here?" he asked carefully. 

"Can we spend time cuddling in our blanket fort?"

"In our what?"

You pointed at the now folded blankets that laid waiting in your closet.

Thorin understood. "Our fort of love, you mean?" he asked cheekily.

"Now that is giving it a whole other meaning" you said, laughing.

He wiggled his eyebrows seductively, pulling you close to him. "There is something we haven't done in a while." Leaning in, so his mouth was close to your ear, he added: "A fort of love would be the perfect place to make amends, wouldn't it?"

Chills ran through you as his deep, baritone voice sounded echoed through your head.

The fort of love became notorious after that. Becoming known to the door guards of Erebor as 'the fort of too many mental pictures'.