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Dad shut the fuck up.

[Holy mother of god]

Who knows? Maybe Fíli was worse about it than Thorin, or maybe Kíli was--though I hope to god this wasn't my fault.

I'm not drunk enough to shut up yet. [He's actually trying to get smashing drunk for the first time in years. And even without magical dwarf alcohol processing, his tolerance is still amazingly high.] You might need to bring me some more vodka.

[And stop mixing liquors, Hjalti.]

From what we all remember, he was the worst, followed by me - you two were kind of along for the ride more than fanatical about it.

I'm not stealing Ariel's booze and I can't buy you more.

[Just saying]

And I remembering being devastated that Thorin was leaving me behind because I was sick. So.

Edited 2014-08-30 04:26 (UTC)

So get Fil to buy it, he's old enough.

[VODKA!]

Yeah, but was that because of the mountain or because it was him? Even in this life you're leaning towards the second one, and you've gotten pulses about him and loyalty before.

Ah...no. I'm not encouraging you getting raging drunk, sorry Dad.

[He loves you but]

Both, I think. I get the feeling the mountain was important to their history, so of course he'd want to see it.

I'm doing it with or without your encouragement, so if you want to join in, come over.

[Everything's going to pieces. He needs one night to just get smashed.]

Still sounds more like your uncle. Both, yeah, but the mountain was... way off over there and your uncle was right in front of you. And you got there eventually.

[Even if he was dead.]

--I did?

[He perks up a little]

Thorir and I don't remember if I ever did or not.

Somehow...

[There's a pause; he's mentioned this, if only to Killian, but out of everything this is his least favorite pulse and the one he doesn't want to think of if he can help it.]

The funeral... that was at Erebor.

[Killian's face falls and he's quiet for a moment]

Oh. I'm sorry.

[There's a moment where the only thing Killian can here is some faint clinking, then a fairly heavy, if small, thud as his father practically slams the glass he just emptied down on the counter.]

Yeah. So you got there.

I'm coming over, okay?

Sure, whatever you want.

[And Killian is over shortly after that. He's got vodka from Ariel.]

Dad?

[Oh Killian, you're a good son. Hjalti's on his black leather sofa - not as obvious as he once was, considering he's now over a foot shorter than he used to be - and there's a distinct smell of cigarette smoke in the air, which is odd because he always smokes outside. Probably more concerning is the bottle of bourbon that's empty on the counter, and the half-empty bottle of scotch next to that (though, granted, both of them were open before this alcohol spree). Killian's got his own key so Hjalti doesn't need to get up to let him in, and he doesn't, staying on the couch and looking at the television set which isn't even turned on at the moment.]

Right here.

[He comes in and sets the bottle down nearby, eying the other two]

You sure you want this vodka? Looks like you already drank today.

This is one of those days where you can't drink too much at all.

[However much he's downed, he doesn't seem to be horribly affected, as his speech is only a touch slurred. He sounds like he has a tiny bit of a Southern accent more than anything. Also, not moving probably helps.]

Fucking mountain.

Fucking mountain.

[What else is he going to say to it. Killian flops down on the chair, sighing]

Why a fucking mountain?!

Because it's a fucking mountain. Thorin wants to fuck it, so of course it came to him.

[Yeah, he's drunk a little too much, the brain-to-mouth filter is almost entirely gone.]

We don't need a fucking mountain but we got one anyway.

Dad, can we stop with the mountain sex comments? That's just disturbing.

[Seriously]

How did he pulse back a mountain? And why in Vegas? Why no Colorado or the Alps?

I'll stop when it stops being true.

[Well... he's right. But for now he does knock it off, finishing off the scotch he'd been working on when Killian walked in.]

Fuck if I know, but shit. I remembered it all and he was... christ, he was insane.

Thorin was?

[Killian is quiet]

Was he...always insane or was it something that happened to him suddenly or...I mean I don't think Kíli'd have adored him as much if he was always insane...

I don' know, we don' know enough.

[He slams the glass down but doesn't get up to get anything else for the moment, trying to sort out what all this means.]

He wasn't totally batshit, but he was... driven. I mean, really, really driven. We found where the fuckin' door was supposed to be, but it wasn't there, and he just looked so broken. The mountain was a huge thing for all of us, I was almost as bad as him, tried to break through a few feet of solid fuckin' stone to get in, but this was it for him.

You think that actually broke him? Made him lose it and go crazy enough to get in a battle and kill us?

I don' know, but something did - last I know of it, we got in. Got the door open, we all started walking through, and it cuts out just like that.

...Funeral's gotta be from later, though.

[He's watching Killian more closely.]

You and Fil weren't there.

Yeah, Thorir remembers leaving us both behind in a city of Men because I was sick.

[He's not really looking at Hjalti, nor is he moving much. He's just sitting on the chair, curled up a little]

So we came later.

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