"Claire… A little help?"
"Aren't you supposed to be on your way to Barb's, Jim?"
"Yes, but I have a little problem."
"I'm not a little problem!"
Claire glanced up at Enrique's voice and promptly burst out laughing.
Her little brother, now four, was perched on Jim's shoulders. He had a death-grip on the half-troll's horns and his stubborn expression suggested he had no intention of letting go any time soon.
Jim gave her an affronted look and she started laughing harder.
"Aye! Wat's all the racket?"
NotEnrique strolled into the room holding a copy of Sweatsocks Weekly.
"I'm making Jim stay!" Enrique announced.
"Is that so?" The small green changeling grinned. "Well I reckon I aught'ta help out then."
NotEnrique lunged forward and latched onto Jim's leg before he could react.
"Hey!"
Jim shook his leg, trying to dislodge the tiny troll. All he succeeded in doing was sending Enrique into giggles and shrieks as he bounced around excitedly on Jim's shoulders.
After a few minutes of flailing around without success, Jim turned toward Claire and shot her the most woe-be-gone puppy dog eyes she'd seen in a while.
"Claire…"
"Hey, Claire! Help us!" Enrique called excitedly.
"Hold on a second…"
"Yeah, join the Dark Side, Sis," NotEnrique said smirking. "We got cool stickers."
"Well, I can't turn down cool stickers now, can I?" Claire said standing up with a smirk of her own.
Jim's eyes widened comically as she lunged forward, tackling him with her arms around his midsection. He staggered back trying to regain his balance. Unfortunately he had no chance to recover as NotEnrique latched onto his other leg.
"CLAIRE!" He shrieked as he toppled over onto the couch.
"We won!" Enrique cheered, finally letting go of Jim's horns to wave his arms around in excitement.
Jim let out a muffled groan from the couch. NotEnrique released his leg and crawled up his back and over Claire's to give their little brother a fist bump.
"That we did… I reckon not many your age can say they vanquished the Trollhunter."
Jim snorted.
"I was betrayed." It was hard to hear him with his face buried in the couch cushions.
"No talking," Claire snickered. "You're vanquished."
Jim blew a raspberry.
Author Note:
Apparently I like to write the characters playing. *shrugs* Oh well...
Let them bond!
