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Timebroken au is another au of mine that kinda old. I made it literally during a dental appointment while on laughing gas. I had been left in the room with my phone and thinking about how bad the movie was and went " O what if I make a bad end au ! "

This au of mine is more flexible then other aus because I purposely made it to have multiple paths. All that depends in this timeline is who the Trollhunter is, either it be Jim, Toby, Claire, Draal, Barbara, Strickler, or another crazy choice. The story morphs on who is the hero, since they will have face the foe of Atlas.

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( For simplicity, past Jim, Douxie, and Aja will be refered under different names)

Jim - Atlas

Aja - Tarron

Douxie - Casperan

(They refer to themselves as this to separate themselves from there old identity)

After the events of Rise of the Titans movie, Atlas tried to move on from the broken timeline he left behind. Even though he worked hard to make sure no one would die here, Toby failed as the Trollhunter and was killed along with many others.

With this failure and the blood on his hands, he resets the timeline again.

No matter what Atlas did, something would go wrong, something would change. He would be left with bodies and scars. The endless loop continue and continue and continue, feeling the torture of the world and the blood staining his hands. He would just reset it and try again against Merlin and even Morgana advice.

Because of each reset, the Krohnisfere slowly became more broken. No longer was it just resetting time, but it was corrupting it. The Krohnisfere slowly latched on Atlas's mind and soul. Once it became fully attached, Atlas couldn't be Jim anymore. When he reset the timeline he was just greeted with the Jim of the timeline, the old face he couldn't recongize anymore. Because of this, Atlas couldn't play the clueless young Jim anymore. He could never be young and innocent again.

Atlas broke, unable to revert back to the young scarless face, unable to truly change the timeline, unable to truly be at peace with the Knohnisfere slowly whispering into his mind.

He resets the Timeline again, in this one young Aja Tarron has been given the title of Trollhunter. With the supporting hands of Krel, Douxie, and there friends. They fought hard for peace and justice.

She was unable to stop Gunmar, she was never warned about the portal. That day, Tarron lost not only her arm, but her brother and friends. Tarron and Douxie Casperan where left as the survivors of the apocalypse.

In the ruins of Arcadia, they saw him in the ruins. Atlas, who looked so much like the kind Jim they knew and lost, but he was covered in scars and had dead eyes. Atlas spoke, telling them how many times he had seen this happen and how many times he will see again. Tarron and Casperan quickly realized, that this foe was worse then Gunmar. This for was slowly destroying time, that they must do something to stop him.

They fought hard, Tarron and Casperan fought Atlas. As the two where about to lose to Atlas, Merlin suddenly speaks through the Amulet. Merlin tells them a plan to somehow follow Atlas to the next timeline so they could stop him, but it was unsure what it would do to the spellcasters.

Casperan quickly stepped up, using a spell with Merlin's help they where able to shoot Atlas damaging the Krohnisfere over his heart, right as Atlas fled the timeline, Casperan used the bit of the power to tie himself and Tarron to Jim, following him through the future.

Now sent back to the time before Kangjar fall, they are separate and stranded around the woods. Atlas awakens to find the Krohnisfere is broken, so he is unable to tap into it's power for time. Tarron is awaken to find the Amulet busted but her brother's weapons in her hand. Casperan wakes up, to find himself unable to even remember who or what he is just the plants comforting him. Now the three of them are desperate for answers and solutions, will they be able to prevent the tragic past or will it repeat. Tarron, Casperan, The Order, Morgana, and Merlin all fight to try and stop the time resets before there world is completely destroyed.

Atlas

Atlas is not a mentally stable person. Due to the time resets, he has gone completely insane so he does random things out of no where. Comfort from friends make him sick since what he did, but he craves it so bad. He is determined to get enough power to reset the timeline and forget everything that has happened. He just wants to be Jim Lake Jr again and live a good life

Atlas wears the armor from the movie and has a sword that's all cipped up. The sword is Arthur sword but its corrupted. He has two deep scars on his face from the events in Wizards. His left eye is miscolored, a duller blue with a sharp point in the pupil. On his left a horn is slowly growing to show the Krohnisfere is bringing back that troll side from some time ago. His nails are sharp and bluish. His teeth are also sharp like a trolls. He also has long cloak that torn at the bottom, he truely looks like a fallen knight.

Tarron

Tarron is a lot more tired and mellow, after everything that happened she honestly just wants to rest. After her brother's death in the last timeline she has grown close to Krel in this one. She knows she can't be his Aja but she still wants to be his sister. So Krel gets spoiled alot by her but so does Aja it's just Krel gets way more attention.

Tarron in her human form wears a tank top with her plaid shirt tied around her waist. Tarron's left arm is missing from trying to save her old Krel from an attack. So she got her left shoulder bandaged up still. She also can put on the Trollhunter armor, the helmet looks like her crown but the armor is all broken, the most notable is the huge hole in the middle from a sword shattering it.

In her other form she stays the same. She keeps her hair in a bun and is missing the top left arm. She got a huge scar that mirrors the armor hole on her chest.

Casperan

Due to the spell Casperan doesn't remember anything. He woke up in the forest with only the feeling of what he was missing but no idea on what it was. Because of this he stays in the forest in a hut he finds and lives trying to remember what he has forgotten. He slowly is getting his powers back but the powers have become more life and plant based.

Douxie hair has grown a lot more, no more blue is on his hair. He keeps it in a long ponytail. He has a huge scar on his arm from the spell drawback, it's black and it's like lighting traveling up. He wears the same clothes he wore before but they are being taken over by plants. He can't control this new powerful magic so its like the plants are trying to hold him. He got flowers in his hair, vines on his arm, and moss slowly growing on his shoulders. It's suspected that it might be a gift from Nari herself.

[suzie-guru]

Trollhunters FanFic – “An Amorous Attack”

Draal finds he must bring the Trollhunter news dire and dark and full of face smooshing. 

My first Trollhunters/Stricklake fanfic! The world fears...

This is the one I wanted to get out first, so hopefully afterwards it will be the equivalent of the floodgates opening. As always, hope you enjoy! 

It was a dire development.

But Draal had been taught that the best way to face a challenge was to face it head on, particularly in a way that would best utilize one’s horns. 

Alas, the young human who now bore the burden of Trollhunter lacked such weapons, but his fortitude had proven to be equal to that of Draal’s father, as had his ferocity when it came to the well-being of his mother, the Barbara. Draal remembered such a need and could therefore see no reason to not follow through with relaying what he had witnessed.

Still, it would not be a pleasant task, given how the Trollhunter reacted last time. He would have to tread carefully.

“Trollhunter,” Draal said without ceremony, tossing his makeshift battle staff aside to the grass. “I have news concerning the Bar-ba-ra. It involves Changeling Stricklander.”

Jim and Toby looked up, Jim resting upon one of the rocks in his yard and Toby splayed upon the grass, leafing through one of a dozen or so comic books littered around him. He had gotten the bright idea that if Blinky was so intent on them learning the myths of Troll history to aid them in battle, then they could use their own myths and legends as inspiration. 

“Everyone can agree that superheroes are, like, our modern take on mythic heroes! Comic books as weapons, Jim! It totally works!”

Jim had gamely agreed, and had had a rare moment of pure, adrenaline-fueled fun as Toby had called out different battle scenes and he and Draal reenacted them. Now he looked up sharply, sweat making his hair stick to his brow, eyes wide with worry before narrowing. “God, that’s right – they had another lunch date, didn’t they?”

“Claire and I saw him creeping on her while you were at the Truck Challenge,” Toby confirmed, rolling over to seize a new comic book. He idly leafed through it, his eyes narrowed in thought. “Well, actually, to the casual observer, he wasn’t technically creeping since your mom was obviously consenting. But we know that he’s totally creeping because of the whole Changeling deal—”  

“Enough.” Draal would not be deterred from his path, and sat down across from Jim, the movement sending tremors through the ground and making Toby’s teeth clack together. Draal ignored him and looked seriously into Jim’s face. “I thought I ought to be your eyes while you were training in the Forge.” 

Toby struggled to sit up, concerned. “He didn’t hurt Dr. L, did he?”

“He can’t, remember? Not unless he wants to hurt himself.”  Jim leaned forward, intent. “What was it, Draal? Did he try another charm or something?”

“I would not put it past a Changeling, Trollhunter, but no.” Draal took a deep breath, determined to get the terribleness of it over with. “There was…another instance of smooshing faces.”

“What?!” Jim yelped, standing up, face livid. “Man, again?!”

Toby looked between them, nonplussed. “Smooshed faces? What the what…?”

“He kissed her,” Jim spat, now pacing, the hand gripping his sword so tight that the blade began to shake. “Again. I should have freaking known, that – that asshat freaking asked me for a breath mint before he left to see her!”

Toby let out a low whistle, freckled nose scrunched in a scowl of disgust. “Low blow, dude. Strickler plays dirty.” He then cocked his head at Draal, curiosity and confusion in his green eyes. “Wait, so did he kissed Dr. L, or did she kiss him?”

Draal scratched his head, baffled. “Such things matter?”

“Subtleties, Draal my dude,” Toby said sagely. “They always matter in the art of romance.”

Jim glared at him, and his blade seemed to glow brighter in his grip.

“In the art of war and deception and douchebaggery,” Toby amended. “’Cause Strickler totally is one and I’m totally not forgetting that.”

“She initiated the first…kiss, if I recall correctly,” Draal said slowly, the word still feeling odd on his tongue, like polish on a stone meant to be rough. “As for this one, Changeling Stricklander began it. It looked like it would proceed the same way as before, but such was not the case. Had I known she was not retaliating in defense, I would have done something to intervene.”

“Retaliating in defense?” Jim stopped his pacing to look up at Draal, confused. “Wait, what? What are you talking about?”

“Your mother,” Draal responded, surprised. “The Bar-ba-ra responded so fiercely to the kiss I believed it to be an attack.” He then shook his head, a half-smirk of admiration curving at his mouth. “She has a fine ferocity to her, Trollhunter. You come by your fighting spirit honestly.”

Jim didn’t seem to heed the compliment. In fact, his face had turned strangely pale under the glow of his armor, and his voice gained a strange rasp to it. “Mom…responded…”

He stopped and gulped, his throat working with trying to get the last word out, “…fiercely…?”

Toby could only stare up at Draal with a slack jaw, light glinting off his braces and eyes wide.

“Indeed,” Draal confirmed, nodding. “When she seized him, I believe both Changeling Stricklander and I were surprised. What with how she hooked her leg around him, I thought she was attempting to bring him down—”

Jim’s face seemed to grow paler still, and Toby’s eyes widened even more.

“—but as I saw that Stricklander made no move to resist her, I knew it could not be a fight, even as she took him against the wall.”

“Took him?” Jim echoed, his voice high.

“Pinned him,” Draal amended. “Her arm strength is considerable. And how she clawed at him…” he shook his head in wonder. “Had she had talons, she would have rent the very clothes from his body. Would that we had a fighter like her amongst our ranks.”

Jim made a noise that sounded somewhere between a moan and a dry heave.

Toby recovered use of his tongue, disbelief coloring his voice. “Wait, and Strickler just took it?!”

Jim whirled on him, and Toby recoiled in fear. “Bad choice of words, bad choice of words!”

“As I said, he offered no resistance,” Draal confirmed, before tilting his head consideration. “One would think he must have felt some measure of pain, given how she handled him. One moans when in pain, and his were quite loud, though so were the Bar-ba-ra’s—”

Jim collapsed upon the rock in a clatter of armor and bowed his head, the paleness of his complexion now tinged with something close to green. Toby patted his knee, but still looked to Draal, apparently strong enough to hear his tale.  

“—yet when they fell against the porch pillar, he still did not resist,” Draal said, resting his chin contemplatively. “Nor did their mouths come apart. Perhaps the pleasure outweighed the pain?”

“Or Strickler’s a masochist,” Toby offered.

“Tobes.” Jim’s voice, while ragged, was both a warning and a plea.  

“You got to admit it’s a possibility, Jimbo.” Toby turned to Draal again, eyes narrowed. “Sooo...even after running into the pillar they didn’t stop? Dang.”

“I too was most surprised,” Draal agreed. “Yet the Bar-ba-ra was intent, like a predator with prey, not resting till it has devoured what it wants.” He then winced. “For a time it very well looked like she doing just that. Her tongue apparently posses some talents he was quite appreciative of—”

Toby whistled. “Damn. Get it, Dr. L.”

Jim stood up abruptly, his armor and sword vanishing in the usual flare of light. “I’m going inside now,” he announced, not looking at either of them. “I’m going inside and I’m gonna get a drink. Probably water. Maybe arsenic. Haven’t really decided. And then I’m gonna bake or cook or go into a coma to forget about this conversation. Bye.”

He then strode to the house, spine straight.

“Fear not, Trollhunter!” Draal called to him. “It appeared that Stricklander was greatly disoriented from such an experience, given how he stumbled down the steps afterwards. Perhaps we can use this against him in battle!”

“Doubt it, dude,” Toby muttered, before calling out to Jim as well. “If you’re gonna stress bake, make some of those macaroons I like! With the little chocolate and raspberry drizzles!”

Jim’s reply was the slam of the door.

Toby sighed, sprawling back on the grass. “Really is a shame that Strickler is a Changeling. I was totally shipping him and Dr. L.”

Draal cocked his head at him. “What is this…shipping?”

“Short for relationship. It means you want to see two people have a relationship together.” A look of sadness settled upon Toby’s wide face, and he sighed again. “Jim’s mom really does like him a lot, doesn’t she?”

“The kiss did last for a long period of time,” Draal agreed sagely, eager to show his wisdom.

Toby shook his head mournfully. “Man, it’s gonna freaking suck if she ever finds out. She’s been hurt enough already…”

“Relationships with Changelings are doomed endeavors,” Draal replied, his voice softening despite himself, thinking back to green eyes and a grace in battle that had struck him with its – her – feral beauty, how claws had clasped his hand in a grasp that had felt so right even when he knew it to be wrong.  

Wrong and impure and doomed, but mine…

He then became aware that Toby was looking at him with avid curiosity. 

He quickly looked away, letting out an uncomfortable cough. “Or...so I’ve heard…”

The eager curiosity did not diminish a bit from Toby’s eyes, and the young human gave a daring waggle of his eyebrows. “You and that Changeling chick, huh? Wanna give the Tobe-meister the low down on that love affair, Draal my dude?”

Comic books, Draal had to conclude as he took another swat at Toby’s head as the young human yelled for the Trollhunter whist uselessly trying to curl into a ball for protection, did indeed make very fine weapons.  

[simplytrolls-blog]

Ask crossover! Goblin Queen is friends with Oblivious reader. Queen is listening to Reader about how their friend(coughDRAALcough)is so nice and keeps getting gifts from him and how he always lpoks after them etc, and Queen cannot believe her ears and is like "Bruh he likes you" and Reader be like "WHAT"

You sip your tea, eyeing your coworker from across the table. You had found them chatting it up with a troll under a bridge, and had confronted them about it. Although, there really was nothing to hide since you well-house a few hundred screeching demonic children.

You watch as she pulls out a humongous stone and your eyes widen. That stone could seriously pull in lots of dough if sold to the right person. Where in the world did they receive that?

“Isn’t it pretty?” They gushed, turning it in their hands. “This is the third gem this week! Draal is really so kind, he keeps bringing me gifts, giving me compliments, and-”  You quickly halt the conversation. “Wait, he brings you gifts,” She nodded as you spoke. “He also Compliments you and looks after you?”  Once again, the girl nods. She looked confused, not knowing where you were going with this exactly. You sighed, rubbing your face with a single hand. “Girl, he has a crush on you, bad.”

The girl blinked, before gasping. “WHAT?”

[sorceress-coffee]

Waka Chaka

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I was excited about our trip to the museum today, Mr. Strickler’s classes had been invited to the new exhibits that opened. We were all standing in a group on the steps of the museum, while Ms. Nomura, the museum curator, was telling us about the exhibit.

 “I know contemporary media might lead you to believe European history is full of swords, sorcery, and scandal. I assure you the truth is far more interesting, and there’s no better place to start than Renaissance Era pottery.” She exclaimed. I could instantly tell what her favorite pieces of the museum were. Eli and I were the only students that were excited to hear what Ms. Nomura had to say.

 Mr. Strickler interrupted her at the groans of his students, “Since we have limited time, Ms. Nomura, perhaps it’s best if they explore the museum on their own. Don’t you think?”

 I was pulled in by a sudden rush of students, past Mr. Strickler and Ms. Nomura. I sighed following Jim and Toby around for a while before stopping at the Renaissance Era pottery exhibit that Ms. Nomura had mentioned. Walking in I found Ms. Nomura rearranging one of the exhibits. “You were right, this is an incredible place to start,” I comment, smiling, looking over the artwork etched into the pottery.

 Ms. Nomura smiled and walked over to the piece I was admiring. “That is a midnight vase, depicting monsters that were rumored to awaken at midnight and hunt humans.” She explained, pointing to the different markings that look like paintings of trolls. She stepped closer to me and stiffened, eyes going wide as she turned to stare at me.

 I frowned in concern, “Ms. Nomura? Are you alright?” I asked she seemed to be in shock.

 She coughed stepping back, rubbing her nose slightly, “Sorry, I seem to be sensitive to you perfume,’ she explained, sneezing into her arm. “If you’ll excuse me.” She turned, heading over to Mr. Strickler to talk to him.

 I was left very confused; I wasn’t wearing perfume. The only thing different from my normal body wash was Draal scenting me last night. I wondered if humans could smell it too. I walked off to find Jim and Toby, running into Toby first, “Hey Tobes, do I smell funny or something?” I asked.

 Toby gave me an odd look before sniffing near me. “No, what did you forget to shower or something?” He joked, walking around the museum with me.

 “No,” I snickered ruffling his hair, “I think the curator might be allergic to me, she said she was sensitive to my perfume but I’m not wearing any,” I explained as we passed Eli trying to talk a group of students into believing monsters existed again.

 “That’s weird,” Toby began, cutting off when Eli mentioned having photographic evidence. “Hey Eli, can we see?” Toby asked, taking his phone before Eli could answer.

 We looked at the photo and saw a flattened, definitely troll related monster in a selfie with Eli. “Oops!” Toby said, deleting the picture before handing it back to Eli. “Darn these stubby little fingers, gotta go!” He yelled, dragging me along to find Jim.

 We found Jim flirting with Claire over by a case holding a gown. “We have a problem,” Toby told Jim quickly.

 Jim glanced between us and Claire. “What kind of problem?” he asked.

 I quickly pulled Claire away, asking her about the play and how rehearsal was going.

 Toby gave Jim a quick rundown and we left him to flirt with Claire for the rest of the afternoon.

 Once out of school, we left for Trollmarket to let Blinky and Arrrgh know what we found. As we entered, Draal was at the steps waiting for me.

 Jim jumped back, not expecting to see Draal, “D-Draal! The um… Sun is out, so… uh, yeah,” he said quickly.

 I rolled my eyes, having had enough of skirting around Draal and Jim, especially since Draal was now courting me. “Relax Jim, Draal’s meeting with me. We’re training.” Draal looked at me surprised; having known I was nervous about letting Jim know.

 “You’re training with him?” Toby asked, stunned. “But he hates Jim!”

 Jim looked between us, obviously still on edge with Draal around. “Toby, it’s fine.” He remarked quickly, trying to calm his friend.

 “How can you be fine with this? You’re fighting him in two days!” Toby remarked.

 “I trust River, that’s why. If she trusts Draal, that’s good enough for me.” He smiled, clasping my shoulder before looking to Draal. “Can you hold off on training? We need to talk to Blinky, there’s a troll related problem on the surface.” Jim asked, trying to be civil.

 Draal eyed him for a moment before nodding, “Very well. I will accompany you.”

 Toby glared at him; arms crossed over his chest. “Oh, I trust River, but I trust Draal about as far as she can throw him.” He remarked, clueless.

 “Then you must have a great deal of trust in me fleshbag,” Draal smirked heading down the gem steps to Trollmarket.

 “Wait, what?” Jim asked, looking to me in shock. “You can throw him?!”

 I shrugged, “I’m not exactly human, remember? My skill set is very different.” I said, following after Draal. Toby and Jim following behind us, into Trollmarket.

 Looking around I realized the trolls were staring at me as they had when they saw us for the first time in Trollmarket, complete disbelief. My face heated slightly, realizing this was their reaction to Draal scenting me.

 Jim and Toby were looking at the Trolls confused, “What’s going on? Everyone’s acting strange?” Jim asked.

 Draal took notice, growling as he slammed his fist against the ground, causing the trolls to look away quickly and resume their activities. “It’s not your concern, fleshbag.” He led us into Blinky’s library quickly.

 Arrrgh looked up confused seeing Draal enter with us. Sniffing the air, he shook his head with a small smile. Well, that’s one less troll I had to deal with giving me strange looks. Blinky turned, sniffing the air, jaw-dropping as he looked to all four of us, “You can’t be serious!” He barked out.

 I winced, stepping closer to Draal who gave a low growl. Blinky waved him off, huffing as he handed Arrrgh a smelly bag, most likely filled with socks. I tilt my head in confusion at the exchange. Arrrgh just grins saying “Bet,” not needing to explain further.

 Draal huffed, leaning over me slightly. He was irritated, realizing that Arrrgh and Blinky as made a bet concerning us and courting.

 “Okay, what is going on?” Jim asked, looking between the four of us.

 “Don’t you have something to discuss with Blinkous? Or did you stall our training to waste time?” Draal growled out.

 I walked to Blinky, explaining the photo Eli took. “It was small, green, and slimy, and it wasn’t a dead cat.”

 Blinky frowned, rubbing his chin in thought. “I may know the creature that met its untimely demise in front of your friend’s home. The sun is setting soon, we should go check, just to make sure.” He stated.

 “How bad is it Blinky?” I didn’t like his expression; Eli was a friend and I had a sense he was in danger.

 Draal nudged my arm, “Why don’t you go with them? You’re worried about the fleshbag, we can afford to take a break from training tonight.”

 I smiled and nodded quickly. “Thank you Draal.”

 “Let’s hurry, we don’t have time to waste,” Blinky said, rushing Jim and Toby out of the library, Arrrgh right behind them.

 “I’m right behind!” I called, hugging Draal tight when they were all out, “Thank you Draal, Eli’s a friend. Stupidly oblivious to danger too.”

 He snorts, nuzzling my cheek, “Sounds like you. Hurry, if this is what I think it is, his life could be at risk.” Draal nudges me to the door. “Keep your guard up.”

 I nod and quickly take off, catching up to the others quickly as we head out of Trollmarket and into the suburbs of Arcadia Oaks.

 Toby led us to Eli’s house, pausing as we neared the green smear in the road. “Voila!” He said as Jim grabbed a stick and began poking it.

 “Not voila. Goblin.” Arrrgh stated.

 “Goblin?” Jim asked pulling back.

 “Ruthless tricksters,” Blinky began to explain. “Petty street vandals who leave a wake of destruction. This is not good.” He stood up, hand on his hips.

 “Well, justice was served. We should get back and train for Draal.” Jim said, tossing the stick.

 “Oh, no, Master Jim. Where there is one, there are many. And, as for the unfortunate soul who ran over this small fellow, may Skaargen’s swift blade have mercy!” Blink spat in two of his hands, rubbed them together, and hit one over his chest.

 “And why is that?” I asked, worried for Eli.

 “Naturally, goblin payback is ten-fold,” Blinky stated.

 “There’s a delivery note on the door! What if, the goblin got ran over by the delivery truck?” Toby asked, thrusting the not out to us.

 Jim took the note reading it over. “If the delivery driver is coming back at eight, we will be here. I’m not gonna let some poor guy become goblin chow on my watch.” Jim stated, determined.

 “Master Jim, answering the call!” Blinky threw his hands up, grinning.

 “So cool. Stakeout!” Toby was bouncing with excitement, “Past my curfew!” he yelled, throwing his hands up.

 Blinky and Jim were hiding behind a bush, watching the front of the house, Arrrgh and Toby were staking out to the left, behind a fence, and I was on the right, sitting up in a tree for a better view, keeping my guard up as Draal had instructed. It was well past time for the delivery driver to show.

 “Hey, Tobes, all clear. How’s it going over there?” Jim’s voice called through the walkie talkie hooked to my belt.

 “All good in the hood, Trollhunter” came Toby’s out of breath voice, “except that I can’t stop moving. My love of stakeouts is being ruined by my overwhelming need to obtain swag. Other than that, nothing unusual.” Toby’s voice came through, Arrrgh in the background calling Toby unusual. “War hammer, to Midnight, how about there? Out.”

 I rolled my eyes at the walkie talkie before grabbing it, “I’m assuming you mean me,” Looking up I spot the truck coming down the street. “The truck is pulling up, out.” I looked around see movement, grabbing the binoculars I began to survey the area, we were surrounded. “Jim, they’re everywhere!” I called quickly, pressing further against the tree as the goblins broke the street lights.

 “Stay down and don’t make a sound,” Blinky called, whispering, “in their frenzied state they’ll attack anything in their path.”

 The Goblin charged and began to attach the truck.

 “Unexpected, their dispute isn’t with the driver at all, but rather the transportation that had flattened their kinsman,” Blinky called. “You must not be afraid Master Jim!”

 “I thought the first rule of troll hunting was to always be afraid,” Jim stated, confused.

 Arrrgh’s voice met the fray, “Trolls, not goblins.”

 “Goblins crave the pheromone of terror,” Blinky explained, “an odor you appear to be releasing quite generously.”

 “They smell fear?” I asked. Staring at the little green terrors, trying to keep calm.

 “Oh, no, I can smell it too!” Toby rang over the walkie talkies.

 “Then stop, or they will eat you!” Blinky whisper shouted as Toby let out another scream, catching the goblins’ attention. “Run!” Blinky yelled.

 I jumped out of the tree quickly running after everyone, lance at the ready. Arrrgh grabbed Jim and me as we ran and threw us on his back, out of the goblin’s reach.

 Toby’s chubby tracker began to beep, alerting him to a free t-shirt as a goblin jumped up and grabbed him, pulling him down. “Toby!” I yelled, Jim grabbed his legs and I used the blunt end of my lance to knock the goblin off of Toby.

 We ended up running for Toby’s house, jumping off of Arrrgh’s back, I took a defensive stance as Toby struggled to unlock the door. As the goblins began to climb into the backyard, I bared my teeth in a snarl, ready to fight. Toby finally unlocked the door as the goblins closed in. Toby, Jim, and Blinky ran in. Arrrgh grabbed me by the hood of my jacket and dragged me in before forcing himself through the doorway.

 We headed upstairs and Toby sat on his bed, stress eating. I sat with him, stealing the apple on top.

 “I’m sorry master Jim, but your town is infested!” Blinky exclaimed, grabbing Jim’s shoulders.

 “Okay, trolls, I can deal with because, at least, trolls stay underground. But goblins? I don’t even have the bandwidth to-” Jim began before Toby interrupts him.

 “Jim, we gotta get my chubby tracker back. As long as they’ve got it, they’re just gonna get stronger and faster.” He said, picking through the snacks.

 Arrrgh took the bowl away from Toby. “Must find the den.” He explains before eating the bowl.

 “Yes, and eradicate them at once before they seek their revenge.” Blink stated gravely.

 “Revenge?” I asked, biting into the apple.

 “On you three,” Blinky says, “and they now know where Tobias lives.”

 “So, we find their den, you must have some idea,” Jim states, plopping on the bed next to me.

 “Haven’t the foggiest.” Blink states before Chompsky’s chattering caught his attention, he kneels to peer inside the dollhouse. “Great Gronka Mora! What is the gnome doing in this dollhouse?!” He asks dramatically, pointing to the dollhouse as he backs away, yelling.

 “You told me to take care of the gnome, so we’re taking care of it,” Jim stated.

 “This is in direct violation of rule number two!” Blinky starts to lecture.

 “Not really, the rule only states he has to finish the fight, how he finishes it isn’t stated, so it’s really up for interpretation,” I speak up quickly.

 “And rule number one is to always be afraid, except if you’re around goblins ‘cause they smell fear.” Jim stand, throwing his hands up as he begins pacing. Going off on how he doesn’t understand the rules.

 Blinky sighs, “I can only advise, not make your decisions for you. You are a human; you are learning the rules in your own way.” He nods. “Arrrgh and I will seek out this den, wherever it may be.”

 “Wouldn’t it be easier to track the chubby tracker and monitor where they’re staying the longest?” I speak up, all four boys turning to me, stunned.

 “Why didn’t I think of that?” Toby whacked his head.

 Jim grins, “you need to come on more missions River!” he says, getting the tracking info from Toby.

 “Sure, be we need to get some sleep. We have to go to class in a few hours.” I said standing. “good night guys!” I said, walking home with Jim, we crashed on the couch, deciding it would be better in case the goblins tried attacking tonight.

 After school the next day we had tracked the goblins to the museum, once the sun was down, we headed over to check it out. Toby pointed to the roof, “check it out! They’re already here! Let’s go,” he said quickly, not wanting to go inside.

 We were about to turn when I spotted Ms. Nomura walking into the museum. “Oh, no! It’s Ms. Nomura! She has no idea it’s infested; we have to help her.” I said quickly.

 Jim nodded as Toby went on a tangent of what goblins could do to her. We snuck in through an open window, staying low as we went through the museum looking for her. We ran into a couple of goblins patrolling and quickly hid behind a display. Jim and I were watching the goblins as Toby began to whimper, whacking at my arm. He began to stutter, saying Ms. Nomura’s face was ugly and troll-like. I rolled my eyes at him, thinking he was stressed from the goblins walking around.

 Right as the goblins were leaving, Toby’s phone began to go off as the chubby tracker app alerted him to another free item.

 “Turn it off!” Jim whispered yelled to Toby.

 “I’m trying!” Toby yelled back, quietly.

 As I looked behind the pillar to see the goblins, I felt a presence behind us.

 A low chuckle sounded from behind us. “I knew I detected the stink of teenage flesh.” I whipped around to see Ms. Nomura had turned into a troll. Toby and Jim screamed, taking off running. I snarled quickly following after them into a curtained off room, lance out I took a defensive stance. “but a human Trollhunter and a witch, that I’ve never tasted.” Nomura snarled, closing in on us.

 I swung my lance down, forcing her back so Jim could armor up. “Then let’s see how you like the taste of Daylight.” Jim taunted, pulling the amulet out, donning the armor quickly. He slashed daylight at her and she caught it easily, cackling at Jim’s effort. “What are you?” He asked, stunned.

 “I’m what kills you!” She snarled, using the blade to slam Jim into the floor.

 “Get away from him!” I yelled, lunging at her, blade dragging on the floor before sweeping up throwing her across the room.

 Jim and I switched back and forth as she charged, easily taking us both on. She slammed me into a stone structure hidden in the room, knocking the wind out of my lungs, I groaned collapsing to the floor. She turned on Jim, stalking forward and the goblins flanked her. A tapestry had fallen on Jim during the fight. He groaned, sitting up, facing Nomura as she cackled.

 “This was fun. Now, you’re history.” She sneered, blades poised to strike, kicking Daylight out of Jim’s hand. “All that fancy armor and you’re just a scared little boy.” She cackled.

 Toby was helping me to my feet, I screamed as Nomura made to strike, trying to rush forward.

 Jim smirked, grabbing the tapestry “Arrogance gets you killed!” He yelled, pulling the tapestry out from under Nomura’s feet, causing her to land on a goblin, killing it. The other goblins began to snarl, attacking Nomura for killing their kinsmen.

 “Let’s go!” Jim yelled, helping Toby stabilize me, getting us out of the museum quickly.

 Next thing I know, we’re being arrested.

[maiolica-admirer]

“You know, if we dated in a more modern time I would have got Draal a Sonic the Hedgehog hat. He’d be clueless about the reference but I wouldn’t be.”

[trollhunter-nomura]

Ch 5 Risky business

This chapter didn't come out exactly like I wanted, but it's about to get gooood

...

Draal certainly kept to his promise of not going easy on her. The exercises she ended up doing in the Forge were certainly more difficult than she anticipated, not to say she couldn't do them. But she certainly was kept on her toes at all times. After some time, Draal even did some one-on-one sparring. It wasn't long before she was able to overcome the instinctual urge to shift, which sometimes caused her eyes to Glow.

One evening in particular, however, Draal stopped the sparring.

"Why do you do that when you fight" he asked her.

"Do what? She stood in a relaxed position, sword at her side.

"When you fight, you keep your other hand clenched in a fist. It's like you are trying to fight as if you were using your dual sabers."

Nomura looked down at her left hand which was indeed clenched in a fist.

"Well, I am used to fighting dual-wielding my khopesh, is it my fault that there is only one Daylight sword?" She gave a little shrug.

Draal shook his head and approached her.

"I do not understand why you chose that form for the sword. Most trollhunters use a two handed broadsword. If you wish to use this one handed thin sword, you need to stop using the fighting method you use with those other swords." He picked up a training club near by. "If my destiny is not to wield the sword of daylight, I will at least make sure you can wield it properly."

He stood before her in a stance, the club hand in front of him and his other hand open and relaxed behind him. She mimiced his position.

"It's best to keep your other hand loose, ready to block or grab your opponent should the chance arrise" Draal dodge the blow Nomura attempted and then grabbed her wrist, twisting it behind her back throwing her against the nearby wall. "The armor and the blade is a mere extension of your body. You have to expect the unexpected, and learn to embody the armor. Force it to do what you want."

Nomura struggled for a moment, then in a flash the armor glowed. The sword vanished from the hand in Draal's grip to the other, which she dragged against the wall enticing sparks which forced him to cover his eyes. She spun around breaking his grip on her wrist and turned to face him ending with the sword's tip just inches from his nose. He gave a grin that was void of the usual malice.

He ran her thru more drills to get her used to fighting one handed and use the other hand to either block, grab or switch. It definitely was getting to be real useful versus her usual way of fighting.

....

The next evening Nomura had things to do at the museum. The bridge was all but assembled at this point. There was only one piece left: the eye stone. She felt torn. She had been the trollhunter now for nearly two months and it was nice to feel wanted; needed. She wondered what would happen if the eye stone turned up? As far as she knew, Bular was still clueless as to the identity of the trollhunter. But once the bridge was completed, how long would that last?

She shook her head to try to clear it and pulled her purse out of the safe. As luck would have it the strap broke causing all of the contents to spill out, including the amulet, which rolled out the door to the next room. She cursed under her breath and went after it. Where it stopped however caused all color to drain from her face.it was now in the hands of one of the goblins. He inspected it, it's soft glow illuminating his face, which had a pencil drawn mustache on his upper lip.

"Fra-gwa, hand that over." She held her hand out.

The goblin uttered a soft 'chu-cha?' and tilted his head at her.

"Yes I know what it is. It doesn't belong to you. Give it here!" She demanded more forceful.

The goblin inched towards the nearby window. If he got away she would be completely compromised. Thinking fast she grabbed a nearby hanging ornament and threw it at the goblin, causing it to explode in a green goo. Unfortunately in her haste she had forgotten that goblins act on a hive mind, as goblins appeared in all directions calling "Waga Chaka!"

She muttered a curse under her breath and grabbed the amulet. She shifted to her troll form and used her khopesh to fight off the goblins. She thought quickly, throwing one khopesh at the security camera and then called the oath, figuring it would be much easier to fight the goblins with her armor. But even so, the museum was not where she would have wanted to do this so, hoping they'd still trail her, she dove out the window. Sure enough the goblins came out almost like a swarm of insects, which isn't too far off.

She started to make work of the creatures making use of the weeks of training she's had, slashing and slicing the small green creatures who are attempting to take vengence on every slain goblin. Unlike her twin swords, the sword of daylight made quicker, cleaner use of the goblins. Instead of bursting in disgusting green guts, they disintegrated into balls of light. She chuckled at the absurdity of her situation. The fight seemed to last hours when it was probably minutes before she must have gotten thru the entire nest.

Eventually there was just one goblin left, who when he realized he was alone decided to make a run for it. Nomura could not risk even one goblin escaping with the knowledge of her identity. Without thinking, she threw daylight like one would a javelin, piercing the green creature who promptly imploded in a ball of blue light. At that Nomura sank to her knees in releif. She certainly was not expecting to have to while out the entire nest, but there was no choice. What one goblin knew they all knew. Bular was not going to be happy about this.

A chime broke thru the silence; her phone going off with the sound of a text message. She removed her armor so she could reach her phone, looking to see who had texted her at two in the morning. The number was not one she recognized, but she knew straight away who was texting her. The message made her stomach drop.

GUTE NACHT MEINE FREUNDE! MY PLANE SHOULD BE

ARRIVING TOMORROW EVENING. I BRING WUNDERBAR

NEWS! I BRING THE EYE STONE. GUNMAR WAVA PREVLIN!

[tench]

Do you think its weird that when Blinky tells Jim about Changlings he's all hush, hush about it. Telling him Changlings haven't been talk about in centuries. Then latter on in the show Draal's just ya I used to date one like its no big deal.

Well, Draal had lost his dignity, his honor and his home in a short period of time, it’s not like he would lose anything else, so why won’t admit this as well to a person who showed acceptance for fim despite his deeds earlier and who’s clearly in distress-…  idk, it bugs me because, why he even HAD this thing in the first place? What, Xibalba gave it to him so he’d win the bet? Why even though Draal was forbidden to show up in trollmarket he freely does it anyway, why WHY, why it takes so long with all this changeling racism, why nobody from kids never questioned that despite the fact that trolls are often wrong especially the ghost asshole coalition. ..I don’t even understand what kind of relationship is “troll affair”. It’s not romantic for sure because even for troll standarts Draal is rather clueless. I have a lot of questions, i’m eager to hear the answers. And so i wait.

[thejasmineillustrator]

Draal W.I.P Urg, I am my own worst enemy lol. Should be focused on human anatomy and at this time getting a good nights sleep but nooo! Draal the deadly suddenly became more important lol. Though I do love this guy, he's so cool... and cute..... and clueless at times.

[sorceress-coffee]

Trollhunters Episode 5

Changelings! Thank you for reading!

Episode 1 

Episode 4.2 

Episode 6 

I was excited for our trip to the museum today, Mr. Strickler’s class had been invited to the new exhibits that opened today. We were all standing in a group on the steps of the museum, while Ms. Nomura, the museum curator, was telling us about the exhibit.

“I know contemporary media might lead you to believe European history is full of swords, sorcery, and scandal. I assure you the truth is far more interesting, and there’s no better place to start than Renaissance Era pottery.” She exclaimed. I could instantly tell what her favorite pieces of the museum were. Eli and I were the only students that were excited to hear what Ms. Nomura had to say.

Mr. Strickler interrupted her at the groans of his students, “Since we have limited time, Ms. Nomura, perhaps it’s best if they explore the museum on their own. Don’t you think?”

I was pulled in by a sudden rush of students, past Mr. Strickler and Ms. Nomura. I sighed following Jim and Toby around for a while before stopping at the Renaissance Era pottery exhibit that Ms. Nomura had mentioned. Walking in I found Ms. Nomura rearranging one of the exhibits. “You were right, this is an incredible place to start,” I comment, smiling, looking over the artwork etched into the pottery.

Ms. Nomura smiled and walked over to the piece I was admiring. “That is a midnight vase, depicting monsters that were rumored to awaken at midnight and hunt humans.” She explained, pointing to the different markings that look like paintings of trolls. She stepped closer to me and stiffened, eyes wide, staring at me.

I look up, seeing her expression, I frowned concerned, “Ms. Nomura? Are you alright?”

She coughed stepping back, rubbing her nose slightly, “Sorry, I seem to be sensitive to you perfume,’ she explained, sneezing into her arm. “If you’ll excuse me.” She turned, heading over to Mr. Strickler to talk to him.

I was left very confused; I wasn’t wearing perfume. The only thing different from my normal body wash was Draal scenting me last night. I wondered if humans could smell it too. I walked off to find Jim and Toby upstairs. I ran in Toby first, “Hey Tobes, do I smell funny or something?” I asked.

Toby gave me an odd look before sniffing near me. “No, what did you forget to shower or something?” He joked, walking around the museum with me.

“No,” I side ruffling his hair, “I think the curator might be allergic to me, she said she was sensitive to my perfume but I’m not wearing any.” I explained as we passed Eli trying to talk a group of students into believing monsters exist.

“That’s weird,” Toby began, cutting off when Eli mentioned having photographic evidence. “Hey Eli, can we see?” Toby asked, taking his phone before Eli answered.

We looked at the photo and saw a flattened, definitely troll related monster in a selfie with Eli. “Oops!” Toby said, deleting the picture before handing it back to Eli. “Darn these stubby little fingers, gotta go!” He yelled, dragging me along to find Jim.

We found Jim flirting with Claire over by a case holding a gown. “We have a problem,” Toby told Jim quickly.

Jim glanced between us and Claire. “What kind of problem?” he asked.

I was busy distracting Claire, asking her about the play and how rehearsal was going.

Toby gave Jim a quick rundown and we left him to flirt with Claire the rest of the afternoon.

Once out of school, we left for Trollmarket to let Blinky and Aaarrrgghh know what we found. As we entered, Draal was at the steps waiting for me.

Jim jumped back, not expecting to see Draal, “D-Draal! The um… Sun is out, so… yeah,” he said quickly.

I rolled my eyes, having enough of skirting around Draal and Jim, especially since Draal was now courting me. “Relax Jim, Draal’s meeting with me. We’re training.” Draal looked at me surprised; having known I was nervous about letting Jim know.

“You’re training with him?” Toby asked, stunned. “But he hates Jim!”

Jim looked between us, obviously still on edge with Draal around. “Toby, it’s fine.”

“How can you be fine with this? You’re fighting him in two days!” Toby remarked.

“I trust River, that’s why. If she trusts Draal, that’s good enough for me.” He smiled, clasping my shoulder before looking to Draal. “Can you hold off on training? We need to talk to Blinky, there’s a troll related problem on the surface.” Jim asked, trying to be civil.

Draal eyed him for a moment before nodding, “Very well. I will accompany you.”

Toby glared at him; arms crossed over his chest. “Oh, I trust River, but I trust Draal about as far as she can throw him.” He remarked, clueless.

“Then you must have a great deal of trust in me fleshbag.” Draal smirked heading down the gem steps to Trollmarket.

“Wait, what?” Jim asked, looking to me.

I shrugged, “I’m not exactly human, remember? My skill set is very different.” I said, following after Draal.

Toby and Jim followed behind us, into Trollmarket. I looked around and realized the trolls were staring at me in a similar fashion that they had when the saw us for the first time in Trollmarket, complete disbelief. My face heated slightly, realizing this was their reaction to Draal scenting me.

Jim and Toby were looking at the Trolls confused, “What’s going on? Everyone’s acting strange?” Jim asked.

Draal took notice, growling as slamming his fist against the ground, causing the trolls to look away quickly and resume their activities. “It’s not your concern, fleshbag.” He led us into Blinky’s library.

Aaarrrgghh looked up confused seeing Draal enter with us. Sniffing the air, he shook his head with a small smile. Well, that’s one less troll I had to deal with giving me strange looks.

Blinky turned, sniffing the air, jaw-dropping as he looked to all four of us, “You can’t be serious!”

I winced, stepping closer to Draal who gave a low growl. Blinky waved him off, huffing as he handed Aaarrrgghh a smelly bag, most likely filled with socks. I tilt my head in confusion at the exchange.

Aaarrrgghh just grins and says “Bet,” not needing to explain further.

Draal huffed, leaning over me slightly. Irritated realizing that Aaarrrgghh and Blinky as made a bet concerning us and courting.

“Okay, what is going on?” Jim asked, looking between the four of us.

“Don’t you have something to discuss with Blinkous? Or did you stall our training to waste time?” Draal growled out.

I walked to Blinky, explaining the photo Eli took. “It was small, green, and slimy, and it definitely wasn’t a dead cat.”

Blinky frowned, rubbing his chin in thought. “I may know the creature that met its untimely demise in front of your friend’s home. The sun is setting soon, we should go check, just to make sure.” He stated.

“How bad is it Blinky?” I didn’t like his expression; Eli was a friend and I had a sense he was in danger.

Draal nudged my arm, “Why don’t you go with them? You’re worried about the fleshbag, we can afford to take a break from training tonight.”

I smiled and nodded quickly. “Thank you Draal.”

“Let’s hurry, we don’t have time to waste,” Blinky said, rushing Jim and Toby out of the library, Aaarrrgghh right behind them.

“I’m right behind!” I called, hugging Draal tight when they were all out, “Thank you Draal, Eli’s a friend. Stupidly oblivious to danger too.”

He snorts, nuzzling my cheek, “Sounds like you. Hurry, if this is what I think it is, his life could be at risk.” Draal nudges me to the door. “Keep your guard up.”

I nod and quickly take off, catching up to the others quickly as we head out of Trollmarket and into the suburbs of Arcadia Oaks.

Toby led us to Eli’s house, pausing as we near the green smear in the road. “Voila!” He said as Jim grabbed a stick and began poking it.

“Not voila. Goblin.” Aaarrrgghh stated.

“Goblin?” Jim asked pulling back.

“Ruthless tricksters,” Blinky began to explain. “Petty street vandals who leave a wake of destruction. This is not good.” He stood up, hand on his hips.

“Well, justice was served. We should get and train for Draal.” Jim said, tossing the stick.

“Oh, no, Master Jim. Where there is one, there are many. And, as for the unfortunate soul who ran over this small fellow, may Skaargen’s swift blade have mercy!” Blink spat in two of his hands, rubbed them together and hit one over his chest.

“And why is that?” I asked, worried for Eli.

“Naturally, goblin payback is ten-fold,” Blinky stated.

“There’s a delivery note on the door! What if, the goblin got ran over by the delivery truck?” Toby asked, thrusting the not out to us.

Jim took the note reading it over. “If the delivery driver is coming back at eight, we will be here. I’m not gonna let some poor guy become goblin chow on my watch.” Jim stated, determined.

“Master Jim, answering the call!” Blinky threw his hands up, grinning.

“So cool. Stakeout!” Toby was bouncing with excitement, “Past my curfew!” he yelled, throwing his hands up.

Blinky and Jim were hiding behind a bush, watching the front of the house, Aaarrrgghh and Toby were staking out to the left, behind a fence, and I was on the right, sitting up in a tree for a better view, keeping my guard up as Draal had instructed. It was well past time for the delivery driver to show.

“Hey, Tobes, all clear. How’s it going over there?” Jim’s voice called through the walkie talkie hooked to my belt.

“All good in the hood, Trollhunter” came Toby’s out of breath voice, “except that I can’t stop moving. My love of stakeouts is being ruined by my overwhelming need to obtain swag. Other than that, nothing unusual.” Toby’s voice came through, Aaarrrgghh in the background calling Toby unusual. “War hammer, to Midnight, how about there? Out.”

I rolled my eyes at the walkie talkie before grabbing it, “I’m assuming you mean me,” Looking up I spot the truck coming down the street. “The truck is pulling up, out.” I looked around see movement, grabbing the binoculars I began to survey the area, we were completely surrounding. “Jim, they’re everywhere!” I called quickly, pressing further against the tree as the goblins broke the street lights.

“Stay down and don’t make a sound,” Blinky called, whispering, “in their frenzied state they’ll attack anything in their path.”

The Goblin charged, and began to attach the truck.

“Unexpected, their dispute isn’t with the driver at all, but rather the transportation that had flattened their kinsman.” Blinky called. “You must not be afraid Master Jim!”

“I thought the first rule of troll hunting was to always be afraid.” Jim stated, confused.

Aaarrrgghh voice met the fray, “Trolls, not goblins.”

“Goblins crave the pheromone of terror,” Blinky explained, “an odor you appear to be releasing quite generously.”

“They literally smell fear?” I asked.

“Oh, no, I can smell it too!” Toby rang over the walkie talkies.

“Then stop, or they will eat you!” Blinky whisper shouted, as Toby let out another scream, catching the goblins' attention. “Run!” Blinky yelled.

I jumped out of the tree quickly running after everyone, lance at the ready. Aaarrrgghh grabbed Jim and I as we ran and threw us on his back, out of the goblin’s reach.

Toby’s chubby tracker began to beep, alerting him to a free t-shirt as a goblin jumped up and grabbed him, pulling him down. “Toby!” I yelled, Jim grabbed his legs and I used the blunt end of my lance to knock the goblin off of Toby.

We ended up running for Toby’s house, jumping off of Aaarrrgghh’s back, I took a defensive stance as Toby struggled to unlock the door. As the goblins began to climb into the backyard, I bared my teeth in a snarl, ready to fight. Toby finally unlocked the door as the goblins closed in. Toby, Jim, and Blinky ran in. Aaarrrgghh grabbed me by the hood of my jacket and dragged me in before forcing himself through the doorway.

We headed upstairs and Toby sat on his bed, stress eating. I sat with him, stealing the apple on top.

“I’m sorry master Jim, but your town is infested!” Blinky exclaimed, grabbing Jim’s shoulders.

“Okay, trolls, I can deal with because, at least, trolls stay underground. But goblins? I don’t even have the bandwidth to-” Jim began before Toby interrupts him.

“Jim, we gotta get my chubby tracker back. As long as they’ve got it, they’re just gonna get stronger and faster.” He said, picking through the snacks.

Aaarrrgghh took the bowl away from Toby. “Must find den.” He explains before eating the bowl.

“Yes, and eradicate them at once before they seek their revenge.” Blink stated gravely.

“Revenge?” I asked, biting into the apple.

“On you three,” Blinky says, “and they now know where Tobias lives.”

“So, we find their den, you must have some idea,” Jim states, plopping on the bed next to me.

“Haven’t the foggiest.” Blink states before Chompsky’s chattering caught his attention, he kneels to peer inside the dollhouse. “Great Gronka Mora! What is the gnome doing in this dollhouse?!” He asks dramatically, pointing to the dollhouse as he backs away, yelling.

“You told me to take care of the gnome, so we’re taking care of it.” Jim stated.

“This is in direct violation of rule number two!” Blinky starts to lecture.

“Not really, the rule only states he has to finish the fight, how he finishes it isn’t stated, so it’s really up for interpretation.” I speak up quickly.

“And rule number one is to always be afraid, except if you’re around goblins ‘cause they smell fear.” Jim stand, throwing his hands up as he begins pacing. Going off on how he doesn’t understand the rules.

Blinky sighs, “I can only advise, not make your decisions for you. You are a human; you are learning the rules in your own way.” He nods. “Aaarrrgghh and I will seek out this den, wherever it may be.”

“Wouldn’t it be easier to track the chubby tracker and monitor where they’re staying the longest?” I speak up, all four boys turning to me, stunned.

“Why didn’t I think of that?” Toby whacked his head.

Jim grins, “you need to come on more missions River!” he says, getting the tracking info from Toby.

“Sure, be we need to get some sleep. We have to go to class in a few hours.” I said standing. “good night guys!” I said, walking home with Jim, we crashed on the couch, deciding it would be better in case the goblins tried attacking tonight.

After school the next day we had tracked the goblins to the museum, once the sun was down, we headed over to check it out. Toby pointed to the roof, “check it out! They’re already here! Let’s go,” he said quickly, not wanting to go inside.

We were about to turn when I spotted Ms. Nomura walking into the museum. “Oh, no! It’s Ms. Nomura! She has no idea it’s infested; we have to help her.” I said quickly.

Jim nodded as Toby went on a tangent of what goblins could possibly do to her. We snuck in through an open window, staying low as we went through the museum looking for her. We ran into a couple goblins patrolling and quickly hid behind a display. Jim and I were watching the goblins as Toby began to whimper, whacking at my arm. He began to stutter, saying Ms. Nomura’s face was ugly and troll like. I rolled my eyes at him, thinking he was stressed from the goblins walking around.

Right as the goblins were leaving, Toby’s phone began to go off as the chubby tracker app alerted him to another free item.

“Turn it off!” Jim whispered yelled to Toby.

“I’m trying!” Toby yelled back, quietly.

As I looked behind the pillar to see the goblins, I felt a presence behind us.

A low chuckle sounded from behind us. “I knew I detected the stink of teenage flesh.” I whipped around to see Ms. Nomura had turned into a troll. Toby and Jim screamed, taking off running. I snarled quickly following after them into a curtained off room, lance out I took a defensive stance. “but a human Trollhunter and a witch, that I’ve never tasted.” Nomura snarled, closing in on us.

I swung my lance down, forcing her back so Jim could armor up. “Then let’s see how you like the taste of Daylight.” Jim taunted, pulling the amulet out, donning the armor quickly. He slashed daylight at her and she caught it easily, cackling at Jim’s effort. “What are you?” He asked, stunned.

“I’m what kills you!” She snarled, using the blade to slam Jim into the floor.

“Getaway from him!” I yelled, lunging at her, blade dragging on the floor before sweeping up throwing her across the room.

Jim and I switched back and forth as she charged us, easily taking us both on. She slammed me into the stone structure hidden in the room, knocking the wind out of my lungs, I groaned collapsing to the floor. She turned on Jim, stalking forward and the goblins flanked her. A tapestry had fallen on Jim during the fight. He groaned, sitting up, facing Nomura as she cackled.

“This was fun. Now, you’re history.” She sneered, blades poised to strike, kicking Daylight out of Jim’s hand. “All that fancy armor and you’re just a scared little boy.” She cackled.

Toby was helping me to my feet, I screamed as Nomura made to strike, trying to rush forward.

Jim smirked, grabbing the tapestry “Arrogance gets you killed!” He yelled, pulling the tapestry out from under Nomura’s feet, causing her to land on a goblin, killing it. The other goblins began to snarl, attacking Nomura for killing their kinsmen.

“Let’s go!” Jim yelled, helping Toby stabilize me, getting us out of the museum quickly.

Next thing I know, we’re being arrested.

[simplytrolls-blog]

Can I get some head-cannons on a athletic human who's really good at fighting but is truly clueless on realizing when someone is flirting with them. Especially when Draal, a non-human with very different body language is doing the flirting. The human ends up taking everything like a joke. "heh good one, buddy pal."

You were currently doing your stretches before a sparring match. Arms stretched over your head until you felt a satisfying pop. Rolling your shoulders you entered the sparring ring, fist clenched as a familiar troll eagerly struts into the arena. You flash a greeting at Draal before shifting your stance and lifting your fists. Draal looks smug for a second, lifting his own arms before visibly flexing and showing off his strength. You rolled your eyes, taking this as him dramatically stretching and readying himself for a sparring match.  Draal felt disappointed at your clueless gaze. Did his advances really not seem to work?  After all, flexing was a way to show that he’s interested in courting! How could you be so blind? Although, you were human…You both quickly begin sparring, you dodging his attacks while Draal lunges in your general direction. He was gentle, knowing to reel back on his attacks since you were a fragile human. No matter how strong you seemed to be, he could easily crush you. He shoved you to the ground with gentle force, leaning down to bump his forehead against yours. Surely this would gather your attention? This was the troll equivalent to kissing after all. You only took this gesture lightly, laughing as you kicked up at his chest. “Okay, okay! Get off, you oaf!” He did so, looking confused as you sat up and dusted off your shirt. You chuckled, jumping to your feet. “Good move Dude!” Draal wanted to slam his head against a rock that very moment.

[simplytrolls-blog]

Someone needs to tell draal that this person is clueless when it comes to anyone flirting with them. They are not a hint taker. Then they tell the love interest what is going on and they are like “oh, oh no” and are upset about their cluelessness and say “yes draal I like you also in a romantic way”

It was the Goblin Queen who broke the news. :) 

[trollhunter-nomura]

Ch 4 conflicting interests

As exciting as the previous night was, Nomura was hoping for a little bit of normalcy during the day, and aside from the class field trip that had come, and Strickler being ever bored, which considering he taught history in school, it was ironic that a history museum would bore him. Things were uneventful, tho one teenager was trying to find nude neanderthals or something for some reason. She never really liked teenagers, they were rather obnoxious.

Later that evening however was when things got interesting.

She sat in the employee lunchroom of the museum, enjoying a nice cup of oolong tea. Tho Blinky had given her some tea last night in Trollmarket, she much preferred her own blend. She read over some shopping invoices for incoming packages to the museum. Some were for new exhibits, and some were coded. Those were pieces of the bridge to be added when other fragments arrived.

"So, did you hear about the new trollhunter?" A voice asked, entering the room.

Nomura turned her head to the door to see a tall lanky middle-aged man. Strickler, or Stricklander as his real name was, was another shapeshift. He always wore a hideous olive green jacket over turtleneck sweaters. Even in the summer.

"What about it?" She asked, looking back to her paperwork she was sorting.

"According to Bular, the trollhunter is human. Or appears to be."

Nomura let out a chuckle. "What do you mean 'appears to be'?"

"I'm not sure, but according to Bular, the human seemed to have unusual abilities." He poured himself a cup of tea, then promptly spit it out. She smiled. Her tea was of an unusual blend, and can be rather strong if you weren't used to it like she was.

"How so?" She asked, leaning back in her chair, taking a sip of the tea.

"I'm not too sure." Strickler sat down at the table. "I wasn't there, but according to Bular, she seemed to managed to jump over his head. And as far as I'm aware, no human should be able to jump almost ten feet in the air."

"Really?" She asked, pretending to be impressed. "Where is the brute anyways?"

"Hunting." Strickler answered, rolled his eyes.

"What?" That was not good news.

"Yes, I know." Strickler continued,noting the look of apall on her face. "But he barely listens to reason. I managed to convince him to go elsewhere lest we be found out by authorities."

She nodded, pondering. She looked at the papers in front. Tho many were for bridge pieces, one in particular was something she'd been waiting for. She wondered when she would bring it to Bular's attention.

"If I didn't know any better, I would think this human trollhunter was actually a changeling." Strickler's voice brought her from her thoughts.

She gave a rather smug smile. "If the trollhunter were a changeling, you would think they'd value their live's enough to come forward immediatly with the amulet, wouldn't they?"

Strickler seemed to be trying to read her reactions. He may be older than she was, but she'd had better practice at subterfuge. He usually allowed his Humanity to get the best of him. She hated her humanity.

"You would think that. Regardless, a human or a changeling trollhunter is not the norm. If it is a changeling, they probably wouldn't last as long as most of the previous trollhunters."

Nomura looked over. "Indeed. Bular would certainly make quick work of them, human or changeling."

Nearby a clock started chiming. It was midnight.

"Well, if Bular isn't coming tonight, I need to go and sort the incoming packages. Don't you have a history class to bore tomorrow?"

Strickler scowled at her remark, but left either way. Once she was certain he was gone, she went to the safe in her office to retrieve her purse. Checking to see that the amulet and horngozzle were still there, she headed off to Trollmarket.

....

Over the next few weeks she got into a bit of routine of her trollhunter duties. While she couldn't really "answer the call" while she was running the museum, she managed to slip those between lunch and dinner and dodging Bular. Alot of the things she was asked to do were rather inane, such as clearing out a couple gnome infestations. She knew not to touch their hats, but even so all she wanted to do was punt the whole lot and their constant bickering.

Tho one request she got was really curious, from a troll named Bagdwella. She asked Nomura if she could deliver an ornate box to her sister who lived in a sewer on the other side of town, and to be very careful that only her sister can open it. Nomura looked over the box. She still had difficulty reading trollish. But she could make out some of the characters. She looked at the robust troll.

"This doesn't contain a curse, does it?" She asked wryly.

Bagdwella looked offended at the accusation. She demanded for Nomura to return it. Nomura shook her head. She didn't know the extent of the curse, but judging from the carvings it may have had to do with gravity.

"I'm sorry, but as the trollhunter, I can't on good conscience let you have this back. Whatever issue you have with your sister I'm sure it could be resolved more civil than a silly curse."

Bagdwella huffed and stormed off back to her stall. Nomira looked over the box knowing exactly what to do with it. A sensible trollhunter would lock it away in the vault. She had a better idea. She would send it to a changeling named Gladysgoro. She worked as a dental assistant and loved to torture children for fun behind the orthodontist back. She may not have liked children too much, but some things can go to far.

...

After dealing with the box she went towards the forge where she could train. Tho she felt she could hardly call it training. She wondered if Blinky was taking things slow and easy because she was a "human woman." Because lately the only thing that excited her from training was when Blinky taught her the lore. As a historian she loved learning new things.

"Blinky is there anything else that this place has to offer, I feel as if there's more to this trollhunter training." She asked, hooking her sword to her hip.

"Well Master Nomura, I don't want to overtax you."

She rolled her eyes. "Come now, I may be human, but I believe I can take much more than what your having this place dish out."

A voice laughed from the stands. Ever since their little duel, Draal has made it a point to sit in on every one of her training sessions. You'd think he didn't trust her! She got an idea.

"You think you could train me better, tough guy?" She called up to him.

"Master Nomura, perhaps it would be best that you don't antagonize him?" Blinky said, nervousness tinging his voice.

She gave the four armed troll a warm smile. "I'm sure Draal is more barl than bite."

At her remark Draal jumped from the high stand, landing a few feet from them. He walked over to them, leaning on a fist to look over her.

"If I were to train you, I would work you within an inch of your life." He growled.

Nomura smiled at him. "Well, I'm always up for more excitement. I figure you can do my physical training here, and Blinky, I'll still come by your library for the literary learning"

Blinky looked between Draal and Nomira unsure what to say, but smiled at her request he still teach her in ways he knew. He nodded.

"Very well then. As you wish, Master Nomura . I will leave you to Draal." He walked out, ARRRGGGH following.

Once they were out of earshot, Draal stomped close to her.

"What game are you playing now, Trollhunter?" He nearly spat the last word. He put as much contempt in that title than he normally would in using the word 'impure.'

"I'm not playing any games here. I want a more effective training." She smiled at him innocently.

"I don't buy that. I don't know how long you plan on stretching this scheme of yours, whatever it is. But know this: I will not let history repeat itself."

"What do you mean by that?" She asked, genuinely confused.

"Merlin's made mistakes in the past. One mistake nearly led to the destruction of troll Market. If it came to it, I WILL kill you. Even if it meant forfeiting any chance of obtaining The Amulet. I will NOT let Blinky go through that again."

She shook her head. "Draal your not making any sense."

He sneered at her ignorance.

"Why don't you just look up Tellad-Urr the Terrible." He stormed out After that, leaving her ever Clueless.

She looked around the heroes Forge, trying to pick out this terrible troll that Draal was talking about. The name seemed vaguely familiar, but she couldn't think of why. Until she saw him. she recognized the form of the supposed evil troll, but she didn't know enough of the story. She was going to need to do some research.

......

For those who do not know who Tellad-Urr is, he is a troll hunter from the tie-in book series. He was in "Age of the amulet" and essentially helped gunmar rise to power. He imprisoned any trolls who refused to subjugate humankind. Blinky was a very young troll in this book, so it was well before Draal's time. But he knows well enough about the events. I hadn't planned on mentioning anything from the books, and this might be the only time.