This drabble is based on a sentence from Writeworld on Tumblr; 'A grown man generally shouldn't be intimidated by an (toaster) oven.'

"Dwalin? Are you sure you will be fine?" you asked for the tenth time in five minutes.

Normally you were the one who baked and cooked everything in this house. For some reason Dwalin had decided he would bake you cookies this time.

"Aye. I have watched you make them a few times now. I know exactly what to do" he said proudly. 

You weren't convinced. Especially when he accidentally grabbed the salt instead of sugar.

He still told you that all would be fine. There was nothing to worry about.

Dwalin was wearing your apron. He said that it was all a part of the experience. He always found a way to make you smile. For a moment, you forgot that he would probably burn your house down.

You had to admit that it looked good on him. Even though he barely fit in it because of his muscles. 

"I guess I will leave you to it then."

He smiled at you. "Sure love, don't worry your pretty head about it. Just go for a walk and when you come back, you will smell the freshly baked cookies of your husband" he said proudly.

You kissed him goodbye before you left. For no reason at all, you kept your phone in one hand so you could answer it as quickly as possible.

It did concern you that there was no one with him to tell him how everything worked. At least he did know how the oven worken. He had put a pizza in there before. 

You allowed yourself to breathe out. Yes. Everything would be fine. 

How could it not? You had just bought a new oven together and it was absolutely perfect! There were so many different functions on it that were perfect for baking. 

Dwalin had given it to you as a surprise for your five year anniversary. 

Everyone knew he had a sweet tooth, especially for your baked goods. He would often come home to the smell of cookies, pie or cupcakes. The last were his favorite. 

Most of the time he would eat them before you were able to decorate them. Dwalin would always point out to you that they were already delicious on their own.

You smiled as you crossed the bridge to the other side of the park. He was so sweet, your husband. There was nothing in the world he wouldn't do for you.

And now he even tried to bake you something.

You put your phone away. Everything was fine. You shouldn't worry that much. He was a grown man after all.

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"Thorin?"

"Yes, Dwalin?"

Dwalin took a deep breath before he continued. "That oven is freaking me out."

Silence on the other end of the phone.

"What?"

Dwalin rubbed the spot between his eyes. "That oven (y/n) and I bought. It is freaking me out."

"Again. What?" Dwalin could clearly hear the amusement in his friend's voice.

"There are just so many buttons on it. And then those things you can turn around." He stopped, looking at the same buttons again. It was like he was trying to read chinese. "I don't understand what I am supposed to do."

Thorin chuckled. "Are you really intimidated by an oven?" he asked.

Dwalin huffed. "You didn't promise your wife to bake her cookies with an oven that looks more like some sort of rocket."

"Alright, what does the recepy say?" Thorin asked, trying to control his laughter.

Dwalin shrugged. "I didn't use one. I watched (y/n) do it and I thought I could do without."

His friend sighed. Dwalin could imagine him facepalming himself. "Do you want me to come over and help you?"

"No, she will be back in less then half an hour I reckon. I want her to think I figured it out on my own."

Again, he tried to put the oven on the right temperature. "It is doing something" he said anxiously when the lights inside the oven turned on.

"What is it doing?" Thorin sat down on his couch with a hot cup of tea. This was way better then television.

"The lights turned themselves on."

"They turned themselves on? Didn't you just push the right button?" Thorin asked sarcastically.

Dwalin rolled his eyes. "I am sure I didn't. My hands were somewhere else."

"I don't want to know" Thorin said, sipping from his tea.

"Not like that, you dirty minded ape" Dwalin growled.

"I am hurt" Thorin said.

"No you're not."

"No I'm not."

The oven started to make a rumbling noise. Dwalin jumped up and ran to stand behind the cabinet. He almost dropped his phone in the process. "It is making noises" he hissed.

Thorin almost choken on his tea. "Are you dealing with an animal or an oven?"

"An oven" Dwalin said determined.

"Are you sure?"

"Can you just give me advice on how to handle this thing instead of making fun of me?!" Dwalin growled.

"I think I can help you" you said. 

Dwalin's mouth opened in shock before it turned into a loving smile. "Aye, I don't need your help anymore Thorin."

"Did the lass return?" Thorin asked. He got no answer because his friend had hung up. 

"Look," you said, kneeling down in front of the oven, "you were close. You just needed to push this and turn this around and you would have figured it out on your own."

The oven stopped making the sound.

"What would I do without you?" Dwalin said, pulling you up for a kiss.

"Thorin would have probably been here within the next hour if I hadn't come back" you said jokingly. You walked to the living room to watch some TV. You ignored your husband's clumsy sounds that came from the kitchen.