#toa angor rot x reader

[yuki2sksksk]

Angor Rot x Reader, but you are an assigned Guardian/Protector for every chosen Trollhunters so it's lovers to enemies

[an-autistic-dweeb]

Angor Rot Headcanon. (#2)

WARNING⚠️: Mild angst and the feelies.

If you are Angor’s lover, he’s very distant. Whether it’s before or after his redemption, he’ll always have trouble with reciprocating affection, visiting you, and even saying basic things like “I love you.”

In terms of before his redemption, he just wants to do everything it takes to get his soul back. Whether it’s a simple task or a full blown conspiracy-type assassination. The way he sees it, he can love you to the full extent when he’s whole. (Not to mention, it’s hard to love someone when you don’t have a soul.)

In the scenario where he’s on his path to redemption(soul included)… He doesn’t think he’s deserving of it. At that point, he believes he’s done too much wrong to be deserving of care and affection. He doesn’t understand why you would care for him, after everything he’s done. He’s hurt far too many to even be worth a second of your time.

Despite these cases, he won’t simply desert you. Yes, you two would likely argue about his absence, but he’d never dream of leaving you. He doesn’t know how he ended up loving you. Let alone how you ended up reciprocating his feelings. But Morgana be damned, he’ll try his best if it hurts you that much.

[ksiondzkanexkiii]

I'll never leave you again | Angor Rot

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CHAPTER ONE

- Angor - The trolless called out as she entered the cave she and her husband inhabited. Their previous cave had been raided by Gunmar's evil forces and the whole village had to flee and wander to find a new place to live. Away from the wars so that the children could grow up in peace, so that the parents did not have to worry about whether their children would return home, or whether the older trolls would be thrown out of the house and beaten to death by Gummies who were looking for a moment's fun.

The woman's voice was strained and the slight breaking of her voice was audible to her husband. Nothing could be hidden from him he knew her too well however he did not avert his golden eyes from the preparations for the expedition - This is a bad idea - She interjected again the blue troll looked worriedly at her beloved sensing that his plan would not work out. She had always believed in her husband but now she doubted his idea undermining his authority as leader of the fallen village of Rot, some of the village managed to escape but some were not so lucky

Those who managed to escape followed the marriage worried, the little trolls cried and the mothers tried to soothe them the men tried to soothe the stressed women. However, the way towards the safe haven was long and hard and for this reason some trolls died on the way from exhaustion their loved ones were also tired, but they stubbornly went on - This is a very bad idea Angora - The woman pleaded the further her husband did not pay attention to her

Finally long light blue claws touched her husband's stony grey skin wrapping her hands around his biceps - Please listen to me - The woman almost begged him to listen to him walker for a moment, she did not trust the sorceress she wants to go to Rot.

- I cannot defend the village of Anoana - He finally spoke up seeing her beautiful green eyes in full view, she was not now wearing her familiar headband which has a tassel on the front covering her eyes and the back of her nose however the distinctive two black claws painted from the eye to the corner of her mouth were on her cheeks - This will help me gain more strength - He confessed facing his wife

Her eyes expressed great worry and concern at the same time exhaustion caused by the trek that had stopped two days ago. They were three days ahead of Gunmar's army, but nobody knew when they would find them again and kill everyone Angor did not want to let this happen again, he had to protect the people at all costs.

He could even give up his birthstone, his soul to protect his village, his people. He could give his life for the Anoana he loved in all worlds.

The light blue troll's lips parted slightly as she raised her hand to touch her husband's cheek, who almost immediately snuggled into her palm squinting and a quiet cat-like murmur issued from his throat - How am I supposed to defend my village when I can't even protect you? - He whispered opening his eyes to encounter cuts and bruises on her body most of the wounds were on her hands and arms, when those in need were helped to get up and walk on. She had a cut on her cheek from Gumm Gumm who attacked her when she tried to help a small troll escape from the village.

He let her out of his sight for a moment and when he heard her shrill scream he froze almost immediately, when he saw Gunmar's servant standing over her and aiming his sword at her wanting to kill her in one blow or inflict as much pain as he could before she would die, he raised his stone hand and ran his finger under the cut being careful not to inflict pain on her. He was worried too, but he did what he thought was right

- The expedition won't take more than two days, we'll still have a day's head start on Gunmar before he finds us - He whispered and his eyes jumped from the cuts on her body to her green eyes

She clenched her jaw tighter looking at him almost appraisingly - Why don't you let me swim with you? - She whispered, coming closer to him - Let me help you - she whispered even more quietly than before raising her other hand to take both stone hands on his cheeks she had to stand on tiptoe to reach, Anoana and Angor were similar in stature they were almost humanoid, their bodies were similar to human bodies more than other trolls they were tall and slim but Rot was taller than his wife.

She barely reached his shoulder however this did not stop them from indulging in affection every day, Anoana gently tilted her head to get a better look at him from a different angle, she wanted to know the answer to her question. She could see Angor's thoughts churning as he thought of an answer that would satisfy her, he sighed heavily through his nose - It's dangerous you know that - He whispered, the woman's hands clasped tighter on his cheeks, he knew she did not accept his words at that moment - Someone must take care of the serfs while I am away - he added after a while hoping that his wife would loosen the grip on his cheeks

- In that case, don't go," she persisted, not wanting to let him go, sensing that something bad would happen. She would be angry with herself if something happened to him she could even say that she would never forgive herself for not being beside him when he gets hurt and vice versa - Stay. Angora please - Anoana still begged him hoping that he would change her husband's mind but she knew him too well and for too long she knew that he was stubborn and wanted to do well, but the black nightmare was standing over her trying to warn her of the danger that was just waiting for her attention Angora

- It will be alright, love - he whispered lifting her chin gently to press his nose to her forehead - Before you know it I will be back with magic and we can live without fear of Gunmar finding us and killing us - he whispered into her forehead, she closed her eyes feeling his nose pressed against her forehead before she had time to respond or enjoy the touch that was meant to reassure her he moved away tucking the last things into the pouch in his belt.

- If I do not return in two days, find a market and stay there with our people - whispered Angor standing at the exit, he was worried about his wife, he could not imagine how she was worried about him but he would not like his nightmare to come true, if Gunmar attacked again he would not have enough strength to fight back. He would not want his wife to die in agony as well as his subjects, he was worried about everyone - It is safe in the market place, please go there with our subjects - he added after a while

- As soon as you are in the market place I will be waiting for us there - He confessed without giving her room for argument or any other words she looked at the ground when he said this without being brave enough to look at her worried green eyes. When he finally got the courage to look at her one last time she said nothing just watched him walk away.

As he looked ahead, as he walked through the middle of the temporary encampment his people had set up he could feel their gaze on him as they looked at him in awe of his courage and sacrifice, no one else would ever dare to look for Morgana. No one would ever dare to ask Morgane for the power she possessed.

As Angor passed through the camp every Troll when they saw the leader bowed gently but this time everyone knelt on one knee lowering their heads low in homage to him and silently conveying their gratitude that he was trying to help them even at the risk of his own life. Even if his wife does not like it and is forced to watch the stature of her beloved disappear somewhere over the horizon.

- I didn't believe you would let him go - A voice beside Anoana spoke up and footsteps approaching her made her realise that her best friend stood beside her as she stared dully at the horizon behind which Angor had disappeared, she didn't even know when the sun was slowly setting - How are you feeling? - Asked quietly Idun gently stroking her friend's shoulder looking with worried eyes as Anoana started to look around realising that she had been standing in one position for hours and was still looking at the path that Angor had followed

- Hopeless - Anoana wheezed, turning her head towards Idun she was young she had dark purple skin and her long black hair was tied in a high step that filled the space between her horns which curled at the ends in spirals. Idun stood out from the other girls, she wore dresses that had cuts on her thighs and on her shoulders she constantly wore a belt in which she had various vials of healing potions and poisons pinned. The time of war has caused the young troll to carry vials with her every time she will be able to defend herself however they are usually hidden in a pouch clipped to her belt. On her back was often a bow, which now lay safely in her temporary shelter but still close enough to the weapon to reach for it as quickly as possible during an attack.

Indun had violet eyes of exceptional beauty, however, she was personally ashamed of them, as it was rare for a troll to be born with violet eyes - I don't know how to feel - Mumbled the older woman after a while, Anoana was older than Indun by at least a hundred years but the two women were friends and were inseparable sometimes Angor claimed that Anoana adopted Indun, as the younger troll was more willing to be in the company of his wife than his own parents.

This made Angor feel jealous at times, however, he would not admit to wanting his wife's attention so much and not wanting to share it. It's not that he didn't like Indun hell he liked this kid he taught her how to hunt and cook good food optionally weaving in teachings on how to be a good leader and how to be a good troll. Anoana and Angor acted as parents in Indun's life without even knowing it the young troll suffered when they weren't there, the purple troll's parents weren't the best or the worst she herself didn't know at what level to define them as they didn't give her the attention the young troll needed

They were not interested in what she was doing all day long

They were not interested in what new things she learned from the village chief

Her parents lived their own lives and all she could do was feel like a fifth wheel but Angor and Anoana effectively made her find the light in her life again and every day she stood with new hope that Angor taught her something new and maybe Anoana would take her with her to look for ingredients for potions or they would learn new spells together.

- Do you think she will get what she wants? - asked Indun quietly, worrying about the older troll as much as Anoana who looked again at the horizon of trees behind which Angor had disappeared. The trolls had a problem with sunlight because as soon as the sun's rays fell on their stony skin it painfully burned their skin turning them into real stone taking away the colour of life that had previously shone in their eyes, which would later turn into grey and emotionless stone - Is Morgana even alive? Does she exist? - asked the younger troll, stopping from foot to foot

- They say that Morgana fell into the ocean because of King Arthur, there is no chance that she will survive - muttered Indun, looking at the trees, in whose shade they would hide to protect themselves from the world and the sunlight. Anoana shook her head - Don't believe these rumours sun - confessed quietly Anoana turning her body towards the younger troll putting her hand on her shoulder for Indun to turn towards her - You see, before Gunmar attacked our village we fished a man out of the sea - recalled the older woman correcting the belt that was wrapped around the younger troll's shoulder - We said a prayer for the man to survive and the goddesses of this world would make her still alive –

- Did they succeed? Did they bring her back to life? - Indun interjected by tilting her head tightly clenching her jaw. Anoana merely smiled and shook her head

- 'It was the decision of the goddesses we have not been able to see if they restored the soul of the woman from the sea,' Anoana confessed quietly, she lifted her hand from the younger troll's shoulder and embraced her cheek stroking the stony skin beneath her eye - 'But we believe that the woman found renewed peace in the world of the living or perhaps she only now knew peace in the world of the dead,' whispered the older troll, she leaned over to press her forehead against the younger troll's forehead - 'And you believe it,' she whispered closing her eyes

Indun looked for a moment at Anoana who presses her blue forehead against hers, the younger troll followed Anoana's lead and also closed her eyes - Of course - whispered the younger troll, after a few seconds they moved away from each other - So now you are in a leadership role? - asked the teenage troll curiously - You mean I can be your right hand? - Indun raised an eyebrow and Anoana dryly giggled while shaking her head

- 'You're too young to be my right hand,' the older trolless giggled as she headed towards the other subordinates Indun took one last look towards the forest sighing heavily at Angor's departure from the village, the young troll hoped that Rot would find what he needed and that the legend of Morgana would not be a mere fairy tale to keep the spirit of the children to believe that there was still magic. The young troll turned on its heel and with long and quick steps tried to catch up with Anoane without having to run up but failed.

- So what is the plan? - asked Indun as she followed the older woman, looking under her feet to avoid falling over tree roots

Anoana only sighed heavily - He instructed us to go to the market place - she confessed quietly - That is reasonable. He said that by the time we get there, he will be waiting for us there - with that the time leader muttered - It makes sense, it will take us two days to get to the market and he will have time to get the magic from Morgana and come back - Anoana shrugged her shoulders wanting to believe what he was saying but stress and uncertainty coursed through her veins as she thought about it more intensely

Indun followed Anoana seeing her shoulders tense and her back as she artificially straightened up pretending to be calm and everything was going according to plan however Indun knew that Angor's wife was worried about him and the expedition he had not taken her on with him. The younger troll watched as the blue trolless moved by the villagers ordering them to get ready to go to the market again, Indun only watched as Anoana began to rule this temporarily over the people of the fallen village of Rot.

The younger troll swallowed hard and went off on her own to pack up her belongings left over from Gunmar's raid on the village of Rot, it is not that Indun did not want to comfort Anoana or see that the older troll needed it, but she began to think that her words would be unnecessary and Anoana would not accept help anyway to calm her thoughts and satisfy the storm that was coursing through her veins.

[troublesometrollhunters]

At a negotiation with Angor Rot

(Y/N): Do you want anything to drink?

Angor Rot: The tears of my enemies, wrenched from their bodies as their bones are crushed-

(Y/N): I have jasmine tea.

Angor Rot: Ooh, jasmine!

[uniquely-mystical03]

Could your witre about Angor rot and the reader knowing each other before Angor got his soul taken then in the modern present Angor meet the reader again

(Name = Y/N,  Last Name = L/N,  Your Pronouns = y/p, Eye Color = e/c)

Gunmar’s declaration of war against the humans had come down hard on everyone, humans and trolls alike. The humans had protection under King Arthur, and his knights and wizards. The trolls, however, had to fend for themselves. Angor Rot was one of the few trolls in existence who possessed the magical abilities of a mage. Magical abilities that allowed him the opportunity to protect his kind from the Gumm-Gumms. He couldn’t directly fight the brutes, but at least he could keep others safe from this war.

​“Angor!” Angor looked up at the call of his name, catching sight of Eros, one of the healers among his tribe.

​“What is it, Eros?”

​“There’s a group of trolls approaching the border, and they’re being led here by… a human.” Angor’s eyes widened.

​“Show me.” Eros led him through the small troll settlement, many trolls turning away from their current activities to watch the healer and their protector make their way to the border just outside the village. Upon arrival, Angor took notice of the small collection of trolls of varying ages gathered outside the border. Among the gathering of trolls stood a small cloaked figure, a goblin of goblins surrounding them as they went from troll to troll. “Stay here, Eros. I will check on this.” Angor ordered before making his way past the border and towards the trolls. A few members of the group took notice of Angor’s approach, including one of the goblins.

​“Chaka cha!” The figure looked up from checking with one of the younglings, finally taking notice of Angor.

​“Greetings, Angor Rot. It’s been a while.” The figure greeted, lowering their hood. Angor grinned, recognizing the human before him.

​“Y/N L/N. Good to see you’re still alive.”

​“King Arthur is too focused on the war to come to notice one of the castle healers escaping the kingdom with a collection of trolls.” Y/N claimed, crossing y/p arms over y/p chest. Angor nodded, turning back to the border to signal Eros forward.

​“Eros and the others will take over from here. You best return before the sun rises.”

​“Actually, I need to replenish my stock of herbs.” Y/N interjected, rifling through y/p satchel before glancing up at Angor, “Would you like to accompany me?”

​“I suppose I shouldn’t leave you to roam on your own.” Angor replied, “What are friends for after all.”

~~~

​Angor trudged through the sewers of Arcadia Oaks, his mind still reeling from the pixie messing with his head. Enlisting the help of a Trollhunter was not something Angor Rot would ever have seen himself doing, but he could not directly confront the Changeling himself. For now, this was the path Angor followed, and he hoped that the boy would come through.

​“You look like you’ve seen better days.” Angor whirled around at the sudden voice behind him, drawing his blade. There, leaning against the wall of the sewers was a very familiar figure. Angor faltered, the grip he had on his blade loosening slightly.

“Y/N?”

“Hello, old friend.” Y/N greeted, pushing off the wall, “It’s been a long time.” Angor stared at y/p in disbelief for a long while before shaking his head. He knocked his head, growling in irritation.

“You aren’t really here. This is a trick. The work of pixies.” Angor claimed, turning away from Y/N as he focused on trying to get the new pixie out of his head. A hand came up to touch Angor’s cheek, startling him to the point of dropping his blade. Angor stared down at Y/N as y/p held his face between y/p hands, forcing him to look at y/p.

“I’m here, Angor.” Y/N reassured, pulling his head down to touch their foreheads together, “I’m here and I’m not leaving. Not again.” Angor reached up, covering Y/N’s hands with his own, closing his eyes as he leaned into y/p touch. Pain and sorrow welled up inside of Angor’s living stone, forcing him to acknowledge the one thing he knew he couldn’t avoid.

“My soul was stolen from me, Y/N. I’m a husk of what I used to be.”

“Then, we’ll get it back.” Angor opened his eyes, gazing into Y/N’s e/c eyes.

“We?”

“We’re in this together, Angor. You and I.” Y/N claimed, smiling in a soft reassuring way, “What are friends for after all.”

[yuki2sksksk]

" They say that Merlin chose a witch of his level to be the Trollhunter's Guardian; aiding, protecting and guiding every Trollhunters in existence. The witch is bonded with the Trollhunter, or more specifically, the amulet. "

" And yet, no one actually knew if the witch was chosen or forced for the position. "

So reader insert in Trollhunters, where you guys are the Trollhunter's Witch Guardian. Simplifying your lore; in an attempt to help a village of trolls, you broke some taboo and rules, where the consequences had backfired some people and resulted in catastrophe. As a punishment, Merlin made you the guardian of every Trollhunters for eternity, and you accepted in hope to redeem yourself.

You are a dog and the amulet is your leash.

(this is Angor Rot x Reader, lovers to enemies because hrm angst yeah but dw, happy ending 😊)

[yuki2sksksk]

[ Trollhunter Guardian (Y/n) ]

You work as an Arcadian Academy librarian so you can be close to Jim in school. You also lived next to him (where did you get the money? Shhhh no one knows)

[ksiondzkanexkiii]

I WILL NEVER LEAVE YOU AGAIN | Angor Rot

CHAPTER TWO

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Chapter One

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Anoana wasn't too interested in the new troll hunter in fact she was never up to date on who the current new troll hunter was. She always believed that it was her husband who would be able to protect her even if he never returned from his trip to the islands of the gods as she called it, it's not that she didn't miss Angor the truth is that there wasn't a day or night in which she didn't weep watching the bed she sleeps in still empty on the other side.

It was as if she believed that Angor would regain her soul and return to her and Morgana would eventually be killed so that the couple could once again happily develop their village.

A village that is no longer there. She wasn't able to run the village she handed over the power to Vendel however she is still beside the old man to help him, not all the trolls of Rot village took the sudden change of power well they hoped that Angora's wife would handle the pressure and make them rebuild their village somewhere other than the marketplace however none of that happened. According to Anoana, this was the safest option she could have chosen.

she couldn't handle the pressure of being a leader she was used to standing by optionally suggesting what to do, smiling at the crowd when her husband spoke or she had time to help her subjects in the village. Here she helped the blacksmith with bringing rare metals she found in the deepest caves, here she helped in the troll nursery to teach the young trolls about the magic that could be extracted from every object from flowers, from tree leaves, from tree bark she showed them how to extract magic, from the nature that surrounded them on every side.

However, not every young troll was interested in this so she had the story of her expeditions in store, which were more interesting for children however, when the village of Rot joined the marketplace and there was no trace of Angor Anoana's heart broke however her hope that she would get her husband back did not diminish. She had a bad feeling about the expedition and yet she let him out of the village she feared that he had died on the way to the island where Morgana is located however, when she heard that Angor had become an assassin for Morgana her heart beat harder and her hope was strengthened she dreamed every night of meeting her beloved.

She disregarded the crimes he had committed, she told herself that he had been forced to do so. Since he was left, when Anoana learned that Angor had lost his soul her heart broke again every day and night she sat over her books and even books borrowed from Vendel optionally from Blinky with more willingness or less to lend to his wife the killer, she tried to find a way to retrieve Angor's souls from the hands of the shadow goddess however with poor results.

Unable to find the right spell even if she used forbidden books, after sleepless nights she finally succumbed to Indun who, each day worrying about her mother-to-be, urged her to rest. When Anoana finally succumbed to the younger troll she quietly uttered a vow to find a way to be reunited with her husband even if it was at the cost of her health or life, when the woman finally scaled back her attempts from finding a way to get her husband back she did not let go of learning spells such as transformation into any living being in this world

She was able to change into a lizard, a bird, a horse practically any animal she could dream up into she even went so far as to try to change into a dragon or a griffin, but she failed however with the help of an old friend she soon got the desired effect only she had a small problem.

She couldn't change into a human being whenever she tried and the magic around her blew away everything around her creating a small tornado and she slowly floated into the air feeling the magic flow through her body stretching or shrinking parts of her body however not everything went as smoothly as she wanted it to

Although she resembled a human her skin was flesh-colored maybe slightly pale, but to her eye her complexion was too pale, she still couldn't hide her horns or her tail the sun kept burning her turning her skin to stone, despite many attempts she still failed, when the appearance suited her thinking it wouldn't arouse people's suspicions the sun had a different plan, she couldn't produce a shield that protected her from the scorching sun just waiting to turn her to stone.

 After several months of trying to turn herself into a human she finally gave up still living on the border of the Market in the most remote place, it's not that she didn't want to meet other trolls or talk to them she just didn't feel confident to live in a stone heart without Angora, after losing her husband she felt that her position had declined and she shouldn't elevate herself above other trolls as if she did before.

Although the biggest reason she isolated herself from the rest of the troll society was that trolls didn't like shapeshiftersodź she took lessons from the "hiding" of a certain young wizard to change her body into animals, she was afraid to brag to C about her abilities for fear of being shunned by society. Although Vendel knew what she had learned and applauded her power, which she continued to strengthen, he respected her decision to hide it in secret although he didn't understand why.

- Anoano what are you thinking about?  - Asked Vendel's calm voice as the stone tankard came into contact with the stone table, the old man's heavy footsteps rang out among the crowd of other trolls in the tavern. Vendel sat down in front of the troll with his drink as his pale eyes looked intently at the widow - Your head is full of thoughts at the same time it is full of tension, not what you would expect from a wizard - Vendel added with his scholarly tone

Anoana smiled with difficulty as she listened to her leader's every word, her green eyes momentarily fixed on Vendel's staff made of a stone heart which, like the stone heart in the middle of the troll market, shimmered pink and orange - You're thinking about him again aren't you? - Vendel asked rhetorically, seeing the gaze of the woman, who thoughtfully began to braid her long red hair in a tight braid so as not to get her precious hair wet in a mug full of dried leaves, people call it tea, but Anoana didn't like human tea, so with the help of her transformation into a cat and a bird she watched people make this invention.

And she created her own mixture of leaves that tasted good to her, Indun and Vendel. The pleasant smell of brewed leaves split her nostrils as she thought of an answer she could give to the old man - It's been centuries since I've seen him, I've only heard horrible stories until he suddenly sank to the ground - whispered Anoana not wanting to speak louder so that the inquisitive ears of the trolls wouldn't hear what she was saying, she moved her protruding long ears gently to pick up any suspicious words in the tavern but heard nothing of interest

- I hope to find Infern Copul to give him back his stolen soul and to get back his husband," she stated her plan so confidently however not once did she move further from Arcadia even using the sewer tunnels she was unable to go further than the end of the city then doubts and maybe even panic flooded her veins effectively scaring her from traveling further. She had no problem leaving the market or Arcadia when she was trying to find out what the tea was made of however, when she wanted to move on the expedition and get her husband back fear was wracking her body.

- It was a rhetorical question," Vendel muttered, wanting to throw another smart remark, but refrained, "You've been planning this for decades and you still haven't done anything about it," the old man shook his head in disapproval he knew what it was to lose love however Anoana couldn't accept the fact that Angora was gone and unlikely to return to her life, he was defeated and imprisoned even the old man himself didn't know the exact location of Morgana's servant's prison.

Anoana squinted exceptionally she was not wearing a scarf, on her hair she had loose tassels hiding her green eyes, without a scarf she felt a bit undressed however she did not want to tie a scarf on her hair. Vendel dropped by her house while she was weighing potions out of boredom offered to drink tea together Anoana couldn't refuse him so that's how she ended up here. At the inn.

- I know Vendel - She muttered as her shoulders slumped in resignation - However, I will soon be able to go further out than before - She added after a while in the same dreamy tone, she twisted the stone tankard in her hand as she looked at the drink that was swirling inside the tankard - Please change the subject - She sighed heavily through her nose however Vendel understood why she asked this so he meekly nodded his head

Vendel did not have to think long about the next topic of conversation - Our human troll hunter challenged Draal to a duel. Did you hear about that? - He asked raising his eyebrow as he took a sip of tea without taking his eyes off the woman in front of him. The light blue troll's eyebrows rose high up, she was not yet used to the fact that their new troll hunter was human however she did not underestimate Jim, she had seen him from afar and knew that this young boy would do great deeds however he needed solid training not a tournament of who would die faster

- Are you sure this rumor is true? - asked the woman skeptically, putting the tankard down in front of her with a silly clatter as the tankard touched the stone floor of the table - Isn't this another invention of Draal? - asked the woman - The last time Draal challenged someone to a duel it turned out that the opponent didn't even know about it - the woman added after a while under her breath

- This time I trust Draal's words - Vendel muttered, rolling his eyes at the words muttered by the widow - I am inclined to believe that the troll hunter dared to challenge Draal - Vendel defended himself, finishing his tea without paying attention, that the widow hadn't even started drinking her warm decoction - I'm betting that the fight will be short anyway - Vendel shrugged his shoulders - But I hope I'm wrong - He added after a while feeling Anoana's appraising gaze on him

- Don't you believe in a boy? - She asked curiously, she knew such a case. Indun, considered by many a weak and naive girl too weak to face the monstrosity of this world and yet, when Anoana and Angor trained her taught her how to fight, how to use simple spells such as shield protection then Indun grew into a capable warrior, everyone could envy her. Anoana had a feeling that Jim Lake Jr. will be similar to Indun no one believes in him except a group of friends however at some point he will grow into a capable warrior for whom everyone will bow down for the work he does

Vendel squinted his pale eyes and murmured something under his breath - Disbelieving someone is a strong word - explained the old man linking his hands together on the table top he pressed his lips tighter together forming his mouth into a thin line feeling how his lips are still moist after drinking tea - However, I will admit that I have mixed thoughts about the boy - explained Vendel scratching his long beard, Anoana smiled gently hearing the sincerity of her friend who sometimes becomes her mentor

- Amulet chose Jim must have a reason," she finally explained taking the first sip of tea in this meeting, "Jim may have potential he doesn't know about yet," the woman muttered turning her gaze from Vendel to the table to their right, where Blinky was sitting, Aaarrrgghh, "Jim can be like a crystal, if he is polished well -

- This will emerge a strong fighter - Finished Vendel knowing what Anoana wants to say - I might agree - The old man followed the woman's gaze and also looked at the two friends, before he could utter his next words Anoana forewarned him

- However, you don't believe Blinky is a good teacher - She raised an eyebrow as she slowly turned her head towards the old man straightening up in her seat even more than necessary - I believe Blinky has learned from his mistakes and a bond will soon be formed between him and our new troll hunter -.

- Anoano, you are forging ahead," sighed Vendel, also taking his eyes off the table of trolls they were looking at, the market leader said nothing more to even contradict the woman's words. He wanted to chastise her for once again looking too far into the future, which might kick her in the butt because of what she had thought up and failed - In that case, will you come to the fight tomorrow? - finally asked the old man changing the subject

Anoana shook her head with a mocking smile on her face as she gently dropped her head. When she lifted her gaze she encountered two people sitting across from Blinky and Aaarrrgghh she immediately recognized the troll hunter and his friend - A busy schedule I have - She winked with a smile, ran her tongue over the top line of her teeth - However, I will come - Finally she looked towards Vendel nodding her head

Vendel smiled - In that case, I'll see you tomorrow - He said goodbye to the woman, who answered him with a brief nod of farewell as she stared dully into the mug of tea in front of her. When she raised her gaze again she stuck her gaze into the foursome who were whispering to each other, not overhearing them her long ears lowered to avoid accidentally hearing what secrets they were whispering to each other.

She hoped she wasn't looking too far into the future and Jim would turn out to be what she hoped he would become. She stared intently at the foursome contemplating the human troll hunter she hoped she was telling the truth and Jim would turn out to be worthy of having the amulet and maybe even be the best troll hunter in the history of trolls.

She smiled under her breath as she finished her tea in one gulp and moved away from the table. She would get up to go to her house and prepare for tomorrow's duel between the troll hunter and Draal, she didn't notice that the new troll hunter was also looking at her as she was looking at him. Jim turned again toward Blinky who was assessing the photo that Toby had taken when they fought the shapeshifter in the museum, but the troll hunter had something else on his mind right now other than worrying that some troll was looking at him as if he was assessing him.

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Jim's speech after winning the battle with Draal brought only the fact that Vendel left the marketplace with the help of Blinkie and Aaarrrgghh to check what Jim saw was actually a decapitated bridge and not some other monument. Panic broke out in the marketplace, but Vendel with the help of Anoana and Indun successfully calmed the crowd of anxious trolls.

At the request of an elderly woman, Indun stayed at the market to keep watch over the peace while she was away.

Vendel, Aaarrrgghh and Blinky waited behind the human troll hunter and his friend at the time the market leader was looking at the displays on display in the museum, Vendel did not necessarily understand the art that people enjoyed so much. Holding his scepter tightly as his patience ran out Aaarrrgghh looked around from time to time hoping that Jim and the appendage would soon arrive Blinky meanwhile was boiling in place with stress trying to somehow strike up a conversation with Vendel but after another reluctant mutter from the leader he finally understood Vendel's allusion and stopped talking.

- Let's hope he does something about the cameras," Jim muttered, stepping through the window inside the museum as he began to look around for a potential museum security guard this time Toby was trying to squeeze through a narrow window. Letting out a sigh and moving around the troll hunter's friend tried to get inside the museum

- Oh boy, so it's true," muttered Toby squeezing himself into the window, as his body slowly squeezed through the window frame, Jim extended him a helping hand but Toby ignored it or didn't even notice it, "The criminal always returns to the scene of the crime," after saying these words Tobes body finally freed itself from the grasp of the window to jump inside and fall to the ground with a silent thud, Jim seeing his friend fall only contorted his face in a sign of pain

- He thinks the Arrest will convert us, but it's even worse," concluded Domzalski trotting after his friend unable to catch up with him, Jim without turning behind him walked on without waiting behind his friend knowing he was following him

- Lucky there are no goblins," whispered Jim more to himself than to Tobes, the two teens were walking deeper into the museum, where the market leader, Aaarrrgghh and Blinky were waiting behind them, however, the teens were not the only ones who were late.

Vendel was getting more and more impatient, but he was looking curiously at the relics on display and his eye was caught by an old-fashioned dress from the Renaissance, but he didn't like it, He furrowed his brow and wrinkles formed on his forehead as he began to gently tap the mannequin on which the dress was displayed with his scepter - What a ridiculous garment - he muttered under his breath and Aaarrrgghh and Blinky were forced to stand behind him for a good half hour while the leader looked at one and the same thing.

The two trolls simultaneously rolled their eyes, however, when they heard footsteps behind them they turned to see Jim and Toby walking hurriedly toward them. Blinky had a tightly wrinkled nose - You're late," he accused them almost immediately as the teenagers approached them

- Yes, Yes, sorry Draal trained Jim," explained Tobes which was clearly meant to keep the secret that Kanjigar's son now lives in his basement to protect the teenager and his mother Barbara. Tobes receiving an elbow to the stomach looked with a confused look at his friend, who threw him a brief look full of anger, the green big troll raised his eyebrows a little lower than Blinky's

- Draal? - muttered Aaarrrgghh - He was training? - Finished Blinky both confused whether they heard correctly

The young troll hunter squirmed when he realized that he would have to explain to his mentor and Aaarrrgghh that Draal lives in his house to protect him and his mother - Yes. He has settled a bit in the basement - Jim had a tendency that when he was stressed or didn't know what to say he waved his hands to emphasize his point of view this moment he rubbed his hand over his knuckles as he explained - He makes for a bodyguard - Lake shrugged his shoulders not knowing what more to add

Blinky squinted - Of course the defeated troll turns to the victorious duelist asking for shelter," Blinky concluded sarcastically, linking his hands in front of him as if he wanted to pray to the gods that Jim would not be stupid enough to make it true

- So everything is fine? - Summed up Jim with a quiet hope that what Draal did was normal however, when Blinkie's shoulders slumped and he threw him an angry look and Aaarrrgghh behind the blue troll was shaking his head the teenager quickly realized that what Kanjigar's son did was not normal for the custom of trolls

- Oh yes everything is fine," concluded Blinky almost growling at Jim, "As long as there is no catastrophe even worse because of this! To a cataclysm! - outraged Blinky still throwing sarcastic remarks. Jim sighed heavily feeling embarrassed, before Blinky could continue his tirade interjected Vendel who stood behind the two trolls and listened to everything

- Are we, with apologies, waiting to be caught? Or are you going to show me what is supposed to resemble a bridge of decapitation? - Demanded Vendel and impatience and annoyance flooded him as the meeting grew longer and longer, when Blinky wanted to answer by placing his one of his four hands on Jim's shoulder but the words had not had time to leave his mouth when a small white bird flew into the museum. Not a typical bird, as it did not resemble a pigeon or any other bird often found in Arcadia

The bird was white one on its wings there were brown and red feathers that created an ombre effect on the bird's wings. As the bird was getting closer and closer to them Jim unconsciously pulled out the amulet sensing that this bird could be a threat come to think of it the little one sensed that something was wrong with this bird because it wasn't acting like a well... a real bird... The teenager wasn't wrong because the closer he got to them the more the animal lowered its flight to soon turn into a ball of light which transformed into a troll.

Anoana straightened up coming out of the bird's body she corrected her white dress the closer she got to the group, her steps were steady she was in no hurry. Jim raised his eyebrows seeing Anoana remembering that she was the one who had looked at him in the inn but now the trolless was wearing her familiar headdress and the tassels fell freely down covering her eyes and part of her nose and her light blue skin stood out delicately against the dark museum - Vendel where is that characteristic calm of yours? - Anoana almost mocked the leader by standing next to him

- Did she? - Toby pointed at the troll looking at her long white horns which were not curled like those of other trolls, but she had horns similar to a deer and her red hair was pulled back but in front she had two braids, her hair reached her calves she was a bit bigger than the hunchbacked leader, maybe if the old man had straightened up Vendel would have surpassed her - She was a bird just now! - Said Toby loudly however Jim quickly silenced him

Lake and Domzalski didn't know what to think they had heard about shapeshifters only that the ones in Blinkie's story didn't turn into animals - Oh - Anoana muttered - I didn't know that my entrance would cause so much confusion, she hurried - She added after a moment in thought - Apparently people have never seen real magic - she added thoughtfully

Vendel merely rolled his eyes, unable to wait to see the decapitated bridge as long as the young troll hunter actually saw the decapitated bridge. Before Jim or anyone else had time to ask questions about the magic Anoana was talking about Vendel interjected - Can we move? - demanded the leader

Blinky shook his head, shaking off his surprise at the widow's sudden appearance. Galadrigal patted Jim again - It was just our hunter who wanted to lead us - Blinkous stated, the teenager only smiled awkwardly

- That's right," choked Jim, "I was just about to do it," muttered the teenager as he started walking toward where he found a bridge, or something that resembled a bridge of decapitation.

The group moved deeper into the museum Anoana was enthralled by the art that was on display for visitors, whenever she could she would stop to look at the exhibits, when the group moved away without waiting behind the troll this one walked away from the exhibits she sped up her steps to be able to catch up with the group that was not waiting behind the widow.

Jim walking towards the bridge of the decapitated head which he found or as he let it pass he found, the widow didn't listen too much however she focused when Jim opened the door - And then we escape from the goblins - Jim explained and Anoana raised her eyebrows, she really should have listened from the beginning when Jim spoke however she couldn't help but be more focused for the museum exhibits - And what do we see? The bridge of the decapitated head - Jim dramatically pushed back the white sheets that covered the closed exhibition

The teenager to add drama rested his hands on his hips, but to the group's eyes appeared an unknown large thing hidden under the sheet. Blinky and Vendel's eyes widened and after a moment they looked at each other, the two teenagers would move to be able to reveal to them what was hiding under the sheet being sure that it was the bridge of a decapitated head, the group of trolls slowly approached the two teenagers who were trying to pull down the large tarp.

Anoana approached the two teenagers - I'll help - She murmured kindly bending down to pick up the white tarp wanting to help the young troll hunter and his appendage however Aaarrrgghh preceded her pushing the teenagers away. The widow, understanding that Aaarrrgghh would pull down the tarp in one stroke just as the teenagers obediently stepped back giving room to the bigger and stronger troll

Aaarrrgghh pulling down the tarpaulin in one motion showed the eyes of the group a huge wooden ship from some era, the widow bet that the ship was from the medieval era or maybe even the Viking era, it was hard for her to tell however the ship itself made her delighted with it. Vendel looked at the troll hunter with annoyance - It doesn't look like a bridge to me - the old man muttered The widow wanted to throw him a sarcastic remark, but refrained as she looked at the ship

- Well he was here - The human troll hunter stressed mumbling quickly wanting them to believe his words that the decapitation bridge was here, if he was so insistent that he saw the decapitation bridge then, why is there a Viking era ship here? Anoana turned her head slightly as Lake continued to explain however he spoke quickly and it was difficult to understand any words, the troll hunter pulled his friend by the hand wanting him to confirm his version of events - After all, you were here yesterday you even took a picture! - Lake almost begged Domzalski to confirm what Jim was trying to present

- Apparently so - stammered Toby - But it wasn't sharp and I forgot to turn on the lamp - argued Tobes without even noticing how Vendel's face is getting more and more annoyed as they listen to the explanations of the troll hunter and his friend - Plus that crazy pace - muttered Toby and Jim crooked more and more when he realized that Blinky might have been right, that he was predicted - We were rushing blindly, they were chasing us - argued Tobes further, ignoring Jim's nervous eye

- Maybe there was no bridge? - grimaced Domzalski as he came to this conclusion, Vendel on cue turned towards the smaller blue troll with an accusatory and angry look full of irritation that flooded the veins of the older troll as he continued to hunch over while holding his scepter as tightly as he could

- Blinkous Galadrigal - Vendel pronounced the name almost with even more irritation as he watched the smaller troll's shoulders slump as the older troll looked at him accusingly - I haven't left the marketplace for a century - Recalled the marketplace chief - I agreed to this trip because you deluded me with the vision of seeing the bridge - Said an exasperated Vendel as blood bubbled in his veins

- You put me in danger Blinkous," Vendel sent him an even angrier look, to which Blinky replied with the same crossed his first pair of arms on his chest and rested his second pair of hands on his hips as Vendel tapped his cane on the ground to express his displeasure more forcefully

- If Master Jim claims to have seen," argued Blinky, but he was not allowed to finish, "So you let yourself be misled," growled Vendel, the widow looking at the situation like the rest of the group, she let the air out hard through her nose shaking her head

- We both know how much you like conspiracies and plotting," Vendel argued, wanting to explain to Galadrigal what a mistake he had made by trusting the young troll hunter so much that he took Vendel out after centuries when he didn't have to leave. Anoana looked at the troll hunter whose shoulders slumped hearing Vendel vent his anger at his mentor. The widow didn't want to say anything for now to curb Blinkous' reprimand

- Conspiracies meddle me," Blinky argued as he said this very poetically pointing his finger at the chief to emphasize his point of view, "That's why I want to expose them," he argued further punching his fists in the air as more and more irritation awoke in the lesser troll as in Vendel.

- Like when you decided to rid our world of cat meat," Vendel raised one eyebrow in boredom as he heard Blinke's resistance to Blinke's claim that the troll hunter might be right, Anoana took no sides she knew that at some point the shapeshifters would want to rebuild the bridge of the felled head after all Bular wants his father back and Gunmar wants the whole world. The widow knew it was a matter of time when the dark night would come she only hoped that she would find her husband in time to give him his soul at the same time run away with him as far as she could to hide in the darkness of the caves.

- A big misunderstanding," Blinky indignantly moved back as he rested all four pairs of hands on his hips, Jim looked confused towards Aaarrrgghh who was standing behind the ship. The human troll hunter asked a silent question to the pacifist if what Vendel was saying was true to which the latter nodded without uttering a single word to interrupt the argument between Galadrigal

- And remember how you made us believe that our furs were teeming with fleas? - Vendel continued to argue however Blinky did not see his errors in this

Anoana quietly sighed, seeing the growing argument - But it's true - She muttered under her breath, but no one heard it at least she thought so Jim sent her a confused look this time - Calmly this outbreak has been resolved but sometimes it happens that a troll has fleas - she explained to the teenager, who only nodded in understanding

- Prudence the highest virtue," Blinky argued, but he felt the ground disappear under his feet as Vendel became increasingly aware of his mistakes which made the chief even more distrustful of him if he trusted him at all....

- Everyone believed it," Vendel muttered, "Everyone in the marketplace thinks you're paranoid! -

- If everyone thinks so then it must be some kind of conspiracy! - Exploded Blinky without paying attention to the words, his earlier arguments went to ruin when he realized what he had said before he had time to correct his words, the old man ran his hand over with fatigue knowing that the conversation would have no effect. Vendel slowly turned towards Aaarrrgghh, Toby, Jim and Anoana who were standing behind the two trolls who were arguing

- Well your youngster is trying to play the hero," he muttered casting a glance at Jim and then looked at Blinkous again pointing an accusatory finger at him, "You, on the other hand, are looking for danger where there is none," accused Vendel

Anoana was alert she listened to what Vendel was saying at the same time she did not take her eyes off Jim and Tobes, seeing them both lower their heads in a sign of defeat after the old man's words her heart beat harder seeing their sad faces she moved to stand between them and put her stone hands on their shoulders, sending them a small warm smile of encouragement wanting to make them feel better with poor results.

Both boys smiled briefly at the widow however, their grim expression returned, she squeezed her hand tighter on the troll hunter's shoulder. Vendel moved forward - Aaarrrgghh take me home," ordered Vendel, the larger troll muttered something in agreement moving towards the exit but stopped to look at the widow with a silent question if he was coming with them.

Anoana merely shook her head in response to Aaarrrgghh, she pulled her hand off Toby's shoulder as he moved behind Vendel and Aaarrrgghh to escort the market chief away. Anoana glanced at Jim seeing him looking awkwardly at the floor, out of the corner of her eye she watched Blinky who crossed his arms over his chest in annoyance. Anoana sensed that she should leave to give them space to talk however she was not going to do so without adding her words

- Don't lose faith troll hunter - Whispered the widow, leaning closer to the smaller teenager to be on an equal level with him, the boy at her words raised his head to look at her - You know what you saw - she continued as she turned her gaze away from the boy to look at the ship - It's been centuries since Gunmar has been in the land of shadows, it's obvious that he will want to escape - she explained interrupting the

- Having a loyal son at your side who could take on armies of shapeshifters at any time - She swallowed hard again interrupting her words, she let go of his arm continuing to look towards the ship and not towards Jim - Not everyone will believe you or follow you however no one can question what you saw - Finally she looked at him as the boy looked at her with a puzzled expression as he tried to understand her words

- You can make them believe your word and I know a person who will investigate the matter," she added with a gentle smile, Jim furrowed his eyebrows only watched as the widow cast a quick glance in the direction of the blue troll, who still stood there like an offended child with his arms crossed over his chest. He crossed all four arms and his cheeks pouted like an offended child.

Jim wanted answers from the widow and maybe even an explanation of how to make Vendel believe a human troll hunter, Jim just like the woman before him looked towards the ship. Anoana only shook her head, the widow spoke puzzlingly to the teenager specifically would the young boy discover the answers to her words on his own

- Vendel thinks you got carried away by your imagination when Blinkous told you the story of the trolls," she muttered, placing her hand on the teenager's shoulder again, "Imagination can sharpen our senses preparing us for the unexpected, you're a troll hunter worried you'll have to face Gunmar or his son," she sighed.

- I believe you saw the bridge however the question is, where is the bridge? - she asked deafeningly and the teenager shook his head, no longer believing himself.

Jim almost threw up his arms pointing to the ship, he could have sworn on his life that he had seen the bridge right here - I swear I saw it here - Jim argued looking around the room hoping to find a clue to where the bridge might have disappeared however he saw nothing in particular - How am I supposed to find the bridge when even now I'm not sure I saw it - Jim sighed, his nostrils flared as he looked pityingly at the widow who was taller than him

Anoana gently tilted her head - Do you stop believing in yourself? - She asked, but she knew the answer to this question, Jim reluctantly nodded his head - Bad - she reprimanded him - Very bad, a good warrior does not doubt himself - she squeezed his arm tighter, wanting to encourage him, although she did not know if it actually worked.

The widow looked at the boy waiting for his question seeing it forming in his head - You talk about a good fighter, when I'm not even a good fighter - He muttered looking at the troll next to him - How do you know I will be a good fighter? - He raised his eyebrow suspiciously

Anoana only giggled shaking her head at the teenager's question - You have to find the answer to this question yourself - She joined her hands on her stomach as she looked at Jim, who only mumbled without getting a sufficient answer, she knew he was speaking in riddles however she wanted to hint to the boy what to look for in the dark corridors of ignorance to discover what he had not yet discovered himself - When you find the answer you will tell me yourself - she smiled gently

- Are you a good fighter Jim Lake Jr? -

Jim clenched his jaws tighter as he looked at the ship Anoana sensing Blinky approaching Jim stepped back to give them space - I swear he was here - Jim muttered wanting to look at Anoane who was not next to him, when he turned around he met Blinkous who was approaching the teenager

- Maybe Vendel is right," muttered Blinkous, "Na I told you fairy tales and you let your imagination run wild," Blinky stated, so many questions were boiling in Jim's head so many riddles at once that he didn't know what to do himself. Jim only firmly shook his head believing that he had not predicted and saw the bridge of the decapitated head, when the teenager wanted to ask the widow something he noticed that the widow raised her hands above her head like a bird preparing to fly and her body begins to surround magic at the same time shrinking to the size of a small hummingbird, which quickly escapes through the open window through which Jim and Toby entered.

Jim sighed heavily as he looked at his mentor, "It's my fault," stated Blinky pulling the teenager out of his reverie, Lake had not previously caught the sad tone of his mentor however, when he realized this he wanted to help Blinky regain his faith that he was not at fault and maybe even helped

- No - Denied the boy coming closer to the troll so he could see him - It's not your fault at all - Argued the boy further - Please believe me, just like she believed me... Well - Jim interrupted his argument for a moment realizing that he didn't know the widow's name and yet she messed with his head, he put his hand on his chest - Well like that troll, I really know what I saw - he argued as the teenager's shoulders slumped to the side just like Blinky's

The light blue troll only sighed heavily, turning towards the teenager - If there is no proof they must be somewhere else - Blinky stated grabbing Jim's arm wanting to give him his support, Jim stood there with a serious look on his face as he watched the desire to uncover the conspiracy arouse in the blue troll - Get on with your studies better - He instructed in an authoritarian tone - And I will investigate," the troll whispered, sending a small smile towards the teenager, who reciprocated.

[troublesometrollhunters]

Reader: Sitting in Blinkies library reading a book.

Angor Rot: Hi there. Remember that time you showed me love and affection by sparring me and defending me from Morgana?

Reader: ...?

Angor Rot: Well I'm here to stay now. I got feelings. Thats how it works. You showed me human kindness. Something I'm not used too. But hey you did it, you fucked up. I'm your problem now.

[troublesometrollhunters]

could i request a nature oriented witch s/o spending a chilly fall afternoon with angor rot? maybe just how a stroll through the forest would be, both of them enjoying the season's changes! (magic and/or halloween hijinks optional)

~Moth, @foxmothfriends

Dressed up in a warm sweater with a cup of hot chocolate in your hands while the leaves were falling was your favorite thing in the world.

Fall as a season made you feel powerful and renewed you in a way the other seasons couldn't. But now having someone to share it with who also partook in and loved your magical hobbies left you feeling happier than ever.

Leaning on Angor your lover hummed carving a totem as you read your Grimore out in the backyard. The night air was cold but fresh as the stars shined above you. Glowing crystals provided you with light as you continued reading but you had to admit even in your blanket and sweater it was a bit chilly. Shivering slightly Angors arm suddenly wraps around you, pulling you and the blanket you were in closer to him. Smiling you snuggled against the troll feeling at peace with him by your side. Every time he breathed you could feel his chest rise and fall behind you and it was the most comforting feeling.

A Fire he'd made crackled in front of you. The fire, blanket, and him combined kept you warm in the otherwise cold and crisp fall air.

"I love you." You murmer and he smiles as he pauses his carving. Leaning close the crystals make his his stone skin glow. His claws gently push your hair aside as he kisses your forehead. Giggling at the feeling of cold stone against your skin he smirked as he nuzzled you. His horns gently rubbing against either side of you face as his nose pressed lightly against yours.

"I love you more." He responds pausing to put his forehead to yours. Staring into his golden eyes watching them glow with warmth you bring a hand up to cup his face. He leans into your warm touch and your thumb brushes his cheek.

"I know." And you did. You really did. Because you did too.

[troublesometrollhunters]

can i ask for something fairly short (haha) and sweet about angor rot with a comparably quite tiny reader? i'm about five foot two so he'd just tower over me and honestly?? i think that'd make for great hugs and cuddles

As you leaned against Angors side reading a book the quiet shink, shink, shink of his blade could be heard throughout the room. The troll hummed softly as he carved, doing his best not to move his arm or side to much so he wouldn't disturb your reading.

Smiling as you enjoy your book and the presense of your lover you flip to the next page before snuggling closer. His head shifts and you can hear his bangles clank as he glances down at you. Looking up at him he leans down claw stroking your cheek as he gives your forehead a kiss, cold stone meeting warm flesh. Blushing at the action he chuckles as he looks away going back to his work.

Unable to focus on your book after that a moment later a small statue is dropped on your lap. Eyes wide you look at it before looking up at Angor.

"For you." He assures. Placing your book face down to save your place you hold the statue he'd carved. Fingers tracing the two people her made, it was you and him.

"I swear you make me look tinier than I am." You tease touching all the intricate details of his carving with a smile. He chuckles and you smack his arm, you were small but most people compared to him were small. When you were sitting together like this you didn't notice it as much but when he stood he towered over you. Wrapping his arms around you, you squeak as he pulls you into his lap hugging you close. He nuzzles the back of your neck and you chuckle holding the statue he'd made.

"You are small my soul. But that just makes it easier for me to love you all of you." Smiling you tilt your head back finding the teasing silly. His smirk tells you he's enjoying himself and reaching up he leans down to meet your lips in a kiss.

You loved him and he loved you with everything you both had. Short or not you both fit together perfectly.

[troublesometrollhunters]

Troll Dating Aesthetics 🗡

Draal: The smell of earth, long nights by a campfire, gazing at the stars whispering stories, weapons being forged, sound bouncing off cave walls, never wanting to let go, armor being made, wars being raged, grunts of pain, bandaging each other, headbonks, gifts of gemstones, whining for kisses, nearly being knocked over from happy nuzzles, joyful stories loudly shared in a pub, laughter at odd hours in the night, drinking contests, playful sparring,

Bular: Biting longing kisses, rough grabbing and wanting, quiet moments stolen under the stars, warm furrs and feather filled pillows, a cold tender touch in the middle of the night when he thinks your sleeping, a fire in your heart, swords clanking, knowing love is war, battle cries echoing for miles, caring for cuts and scratches, being held close and fearing letting go, tracing scars, metal dragging against the ground, blood dripping, orders being barked, secrets being shared, quick kisses given before long absenses, laying in the grass listening to each others heart beats and feeling alive.

Angor Rot: The smell of metal, the buzz of electricity, the sound of far away thunder, fangs against your lips, danger in his eyes, him humming in acknowledgement, old crinkling parchment and ancient spells, the crackle of a fire, languaes long dead, early golden light watched from the shadows, black roses, coins clinking, soft silks from far away lands, knifes shinking, dangling jewlery, the sound of carving rock, the lingering smell of spices and herbs, humming that takes you to a place far away and a time long ago, kissing old wounds, basking in the moonlight, hugs that squeeze until you can't breathe before a kiss that takes away the rest of your breath.

[troublesometrollhunters]

If we are still doing the fluff requests, what abaut an Anger Rot whith and a Reader that has a really sensitive skin and they can't stay in the sun for too long? Like just Angor being a little soft and protective of reader and reader thinking is really cute of him

(I feel this p a i n)

"I swear your part troll." He teases you. You huff and he smiles reaching out to cup your face. As you look at him his thumb brushes over your cheek. You know he's teasing but still sometimes your condition was sensitive. After all sensitive skin made it hard to enjoy your life sometimes. You had to monitor yourself or risk getting severely burned or an intense break out. He was made of rock Angor did not have these problems.

"Its not my fault... Blame genetics." You huff looking away from him embarassed. Angor takes his hand back and shakes his head before chuckling as he pulls you close.

"Whatever you say. Just stay close." He hums holding out his staff in front of him.

You nod hugging his arm and he smiles shifting so instead of you squeezing him he's squeezing you. Looking up at him he smiles playfully before walking forward. The crystals around his neck glow and as his grip on his prized staff tightens the shadows move and begin to bend.

"You don't need to fear the sun while I'm with you." He hums. You nod in amazement watching the shadows leak out from the objects around you and create a path. You'd seen Angor do it before but you'd never been with him when it happened. When you said you'd like to go on a walk but it was too sunny and you didn't have any sun protection he'd offered his staff and now here you were.

"Woah..." You mutter sticking your hand our to feel the shadows. It was so surreal the magic felt almost like liquid was surrounding you and the shadows moved similar to water but there was nothing on your hand. It was just shade. It wasn't really there....

"I know." He responds. Smiling up at him he leans down giving your forehead a kiss.

"I'll always protect you my little shadow. For I too know the sting of the sun." He's teasing you again but smiling at each other, hands entertwined with his as you walk through the shadows you don't mind.

[troublesometrollhunters]

Could I maybe get some Angor Rot fluff? Like how does he realize he loves someone and what kind of love he does like quality time or physical touch? Acts of service? Have a nice day

He likes quiet domestic moments. Ones he can just enjoy with you and forget about the world.

~~~

You hum as the tent flap opens. Angor was silent as always but the forest and cold air gave him away as he entered your shared tent.

Crickets can be heard chirping outside and as the cool air comes in light leaking into the tent, you can tell its early morning by the brightness of it. The flap closes and it's dark once more. Strong arms wrap around you hugging you carefully. The shifting of clanking metal and his horns gently poking the back of your head as he nuzzles you sleepily makes you smile.

Pulling up your furrs making sure your both warm you pull away to shift and turn. Putting your face into the crook of his neck you smile giving him a small kiss. He smells like ash and spices as he always does and it feels like home as he pulls you close. His arms and loving embrace feel like home. He is home.

"Morning..." You mumble groggy still half asleep as its very early. Angor chuckles holding you close.

"Good morning my sun..." He responds softly. Gentle claws thread through your hair scratching your scalp as he tucks you under his chin. Your hands trace his scratched stone on his back as your arms loop lazily around him and he purrs at the feeling of your fingers gliding over him. The sound is familar and makes you hum in response. You smile nuzzling him, happy he's happy. He purrs louder making your chest vibrate as he holds you close.

"How was your walk?" You question curious before yawning as you shift to get a bit more comfortable. Angor chuckles at your question hand still messing with your hair. He lets you adjust on the bed before speaking.

"It was nice... the moonlight is always calming and I was able to find what I need... but there's nothing better than you my sun." He responds just like the romantic he is.

Blushing you gently thump his chest before giggling.

"Your such a poet." You mumble as he chuckles in response.

"You give me muse." He answers before pulling back to kiss your forehead. Snuggling closer after the kiss he sighs and closes his golden eyes feeling your warmth pressed against him. His arms hold you close but their in a gentle grip allowing you to move around if you desire. "Go back to sleep love you need your rest..." Humming in response agreeing you were still tired he smiles knowing what'll make you sleep.

He hums something old and ancient. The tune vibrates in his chest and sends calming waves through you as he holds you close. Closing your eyes and shifting to listen to his song Angor does not stop until you have drifted off in a deep sleep. He would stay in the tent with you until you woke. Than he'd make breakfast and you'd continue to travel.

Closing his eyes allowing himself some rest he can't beleive he met you, he can't believe how blessed he is. Fading off into sleep he cradles you close. His sun. His moon. His stars. He loved you more than the known universe.

[troublesometrollhunters]

hmm... can i ask for angor rot with a s/o who comes into possession of the inferna copula, but absolutely refuses to use it to order him around once they learn what it really is? instead they just keep it close and away from anyone else but him, treasure it, just like they treasure him.

i. honestly think that'd be a bit of a cute concept.

You keep it around your neck on a golden chain. You'd tried giving the Inferna capula back but Angor had asked you to keep it safe. He had given you his heart why would his soul be any different?

Your cooking dinner around when the sun is setting when he comes in. His arms wrap around you and you hum smiling as his head rests ontop of yours. The last beams of light fade away and the stars begin to shine as you enjoy your little world with him.

"(Y/N)." He hums. You hum in response showing him your listening as you continue to stir what your cooking.

"Busy day?" You ask softly. He was always cuddly after going out to do whatever he does. Angor is very secretive but you don't mind. When he's with you he treats you like Royalty and he's always gentle. He has a temper you know that, but never once had he used it on you. He was a calm and quiet person most of the time. Simply taking up space like a shadow. Thankfully with time he had opened up and now you had the beautiful relationship you had.

"... Hmmmm..." He responds before poking what your making trying it curious. Angor had a different diet than you and very specific tastes being a troll but sometimes he'd steal bits off your plate just to try something new.

"It was a calm day for me." You say to fill the silence. He smiles and you feel him shift before he kisses your neck.

"Good." He responds before taking a seat to the side so he could watch as you worked in the kitchen.

As your cooking you reminisce. You had found his ring at a pawn shop after it'd been lost. It'd caught your eye and after purchasing it he'd tried to kill you to take it back. Once you realized it controlled him you simply asked for him not to hurt you. He obliged but he followed you around a lot.

One day you snapped asking him why he was always following you and what you'd ever did wrong. That's when he mentioned the ring you wore was apart of his soul. You feared giving it to him because you feared he'd kill you if you didn't have the ring to protect you. But after many nights of talking he'd eventually warmed up to you and you him.

Finsihing dinner you put the spicy curry you were making on a plate before pouring Angor and yourself a cup of warm Indian tea. Eating your dinner you smile looking up at him as his golden eyes look at you.

Your hand touches his ring and he closes his eyes holding the warm tea close. You know he can feel your emotions through the ring and seeing him feel your love sends bliss through you.

The relationship had a rough start but now you'd die for Angor and you know he'd do the same for you, with or without the ring.

[troublesometrollhunters]

How does Angor rot, and witchy S/O spend halloween wreaking havoc? If possable make it fluffy! :3 (Or if you don't wanna do that request how does Dawn spend her time on Halloween? ;3)

Hmmmmm.....

Angor likes running around causing mischief. He likes hiding in the dark bushes near the woods and jumping out scaring kids. He gets all giggly hearing them scream and is amused by how they run away. He tends to steal their candy buckets if they leave them behind and eats the wrappers while you enjoy the candy.

He's also fascinated by all these costumes and being able to walk among men without an issue. He likes holding your hand and just strolling about observing the human world. He finds human customs fascinating even if he doesn't really understand them. When you explain the orgin of Halloween and how it's evolved over the centuries his eye fills with wonder as he intently watches you.

When the kids finally go home because it's late you and Angor walk deep into the woods and do spells during the witching hour. You gain strength from the moon and the spiritual energy Halloweens gives off.

After your done and the light begins to creep in as November comes you both head home and cuddle waiting excitedly for Halloween next year.