Jim's organized, okay? He always has been, he probably always will be. He takes care of people and makes sure they're okay and that they haven't forgotten anything and that they have spare jackets. And that requires organization. Jim has color coded folders for his papers and lists upon lists of directions.
Except, Jim loses things. All. The. Time.
Oh, he doesn't consider it "loosing" anything, of course. He prefers the term "misplaced." Which wasn't so much of a problem when the most expensive thing he and his mom could afford was a $200 television set. But when he's now put in charge of an amulet that carries the power to transform him into a Trollhunter, and possibly fuel the gateway between here and the Darklands? A little more concerning.
This is what races through Jim's head as he frantically shoves his arms under the living room couch to search for the amulet. Draal stood off to the side, leaning against the doorway to the kitchen with a smirk on his face.
"Did you lose the amulet yet again, Trollhunter?"
Jim spared a moment to shoot a scalding look in his direction. His mother was working a late shift at the hospital tonight, and would probably be gone all night. Which Draal somehow took to mean it was okay for him to come out and watch Jim scuttle around the house looking for the amulet. Jim could almost hear the silent judgment coming from the troll.
"It's not lost, Draal. Just…uh, misplaced."
Draal's smirk grew wider.
"Ah, I see. Have you checked all your usual places?"
This was not the first occasion Jim had mislaid his amulet somewhere. Previous incidents included places such as the laundry basket, his sock drawer, the left shoe in his closet, and, for some reason, the top shelf the fridge.
"Yes!" Jim snapped back, "Of course I did. I swear I had it an hour ago. I was just in training how could it have los-err, misplaced it- so fast?" Jim stood up and quickly gave the room another desperate look over, before letting his arms fall limply to his sides and turning back to Draal.
"What am I gunna do, Draal!" he moaned. "I know it'll reappear eventually, but who knows how long that will take! What if I need it soon? What if…I don't know, what if goblins come again!
"And yeah, I know it's too late at night for them to be out, but-" He suddenly cut off with a gasp as a thought hit him like a sledgehammer. "What if I haven't found it by the time Blinky and Aaarrrgghh get here?!" Jim's hands flew to his head, his fingers weaving into his hairline.
Draal tilted his head, amused.
"Draal, you don't understand. They're supposed to be here by 8 at the latest. The latest, Draal! It's 7:30!" He covered his face with his hands and slouched his shoulders.
Draal forced himself to stop laughing. He'd been mostly silent throughout Jim's freak-out, but a chuckle or two still rumbled through him.
"Ah, young Trollhunter," Draal said as he approached the spot on the rug where Jim was standing, "there's still one place you haven't looked."
Jim lowered his hands and looked up at Draal's with an expression that would put a kicked puppy's to shame. Jim's eyes searched Draal's face for answers. Draal smiled and uncrossed his arms to reveal the Amulet of Daylight. The same amulet Jim had been looking for for about the last hour and a half.
Jim stared blankly at the amulet where it lay in the open palm of Draal's left hand, uncomprehending the sight in front of him.
After a moment, Jim found his voice. "You had it this whole time?" His eyes never leaving the blueish glow of the amulet, no matter how alluringly it illuminated the muscles and curves of Draal's stony arms.
Draal hummed in agreement.
"You had it…this whole time," Draal's face threatened to split in two from the grin it bore, "and you just let me search the entire dang house." Jim reached out to snag the amulet from Draal's hand, but before he could, Draal closed his fingers over it and raised it above his head.
The heat emanating off Jim's face was almost tangible. He raised his eyes to glare into Draal's "Give me the amulet," he deadpanned.
Draal's head tilted to the side mockingly, "And what will you give me in return, Trollhunter?"
Jim scoffed. "How about in return I don't kick your butt when you give me my amulet back?"
Draal leaned further into Jim's personal space, forcing Jim to tilt his head almost completely up if he wanted to maintain eye contact. He watched Jim's eyebrows shoot up and his eyes widen. When they stood apart, they seemed almost equal in stature, but the difference between their two heights was much more obvious when they were this close to one another.
"What makes you think you could beat me, given how I've won every match to date?"
Jim may have been a bit intimidated by the enormous troll towering over him, but he wasn't one to back down easily. he schooled his expression into anger, or at least disgruntled discontent, before retorting.
"Except for that time I totally creamed you."
Draal narrowed his eyes and growled at the arrogance in Jim's voice. He shoved Jim back a little and started stalking towards him slowly, causing Jim to step backwards.
"And yet," Draal rumbled, forcing Jim closer to the wall with every step, "every time we've sparred, every time we've practiced and fought," Jim's back pressed up against the wall, "it's been you who has ended up on his back," Draal slammed his right arm against the wall next to Jim's head, "and I who has stood victorious above you." Draal mirrored his right arm with his left, caging Jim firmly against the wall on either side.
Jim swallowed thickly. He should not be this aroused by Draal's show of force. And yet, it was all he could think about. All thoughts of the amulet were long gone from Jim's mind. The only thing he could focus on was the feeling of Draal against him. He could feel the surprising heat from Draal's sturdy arms, despite the fact they were made of stone. He could feel Draal's large thighs, where they pushed against Jim's hips to force him upward against the wall. He could feel Draal's hot breath against his face, and he thought maybe if he could lean forward just a little, he could probably reach Draal's lips from here. He was only a couple inches away…
The front door slammed open in the other room. "Master Jim? Master Jim are you here? Tobias said your mother had left, so Aaarrgghh and I are here early."
Blinky.
Jim blinked a couple times, and pulled his head back. Draal straightened his back and stepped away from Jim, releasing him from the wall.
Jim angled his head up and saw Draal's frustrated expression He reached out and snatched the amulet out of Draal's unsuspecting hand and, before Draal could gather his bearings, Jim bolted out of the room.
Draal stood there for a moment, before letting out a soft snort in disbelief. He'd had Jim pressed against the wall, exactly where he's wanted him, unable to move and completely at his mercy. And yet he'd gotten away.
Well played, Trollhunter. Well played.
He would just have to wait until another practice where Jim would undoubtedly leave his amulet on the lawn again.
Whoa, been a while since I've published anything. Maybe one day I'll actually update my other works. This is a very short plot bunny.
If you have a prompt you want to see filled, please tell me. Promise I would make it longer than this ;)