Jim flopped down on the pile of bean bags with a groan. He was sore all over, even his horns ached from when he had headbutted the… well he actually wasn't sure what it had been, just that it was trying to cause mayhem and destruction.

He closed his eyes and leaned back, glad to finally be off his feet.

There was a quick pitter patter of approaching feet and Jim cracked his eyes open just in time to see Claire fling herself down on him, followed shortly by Toby.

He let out a dramatic groan.

"You awful fleshbags," He growled, narrowing his eyes playfully. "You dare squish the Trollhunter?"

Toby snorted a blew a raspberry at him and proceeded to make himself more comfortable on Jim's chest.

"Oh please," Claire said. "It's going to take a lot more than just us to squish you."

She paused, glancing over at Toby, who smirked back. Jim felt the stirrings of unease, but didn't move. He'd feel bad if he knocked Toby and Claire off, they'd give him the kicked puppy looks.

"Yeah," Toby said still smirking at Claire. "Two tiny little fleshbags like us might not be able to squish the mighty Trollhunter, but I know who could…"

Toby sat up and cupped his hands around his mouth.

"AAARRRGGHH! Oh Wingman! We need your help."

Claire snickered.

Jim's eyes widened and he tilted his ears back.

"Don't you dare."

"Watch me," Toby turned back toward the door. "AAARR…"

Toby's yell turned into a yelp as Jim rolled over and pinned him. Claire let out an annoyed squawk as she was dislodged from her perch on his stomach.

"Naughty Trollhunters will get buried in the Bean Bag Pile of Doom," Jim said giving him a glare.

"Oh no," Toby gasped in a falsetto. "My greatest fear. Lady ShadowDancer, save me! You're my only hope."

"I was going to help you, but I refuse to answer to that name," Claire said with a huff. "You're on your own."

Jim gave Toby a smug and toothy grin as he started to create a hole in the bean bag pile.

"Claire… please?"

Toby was now giving Claire the big green puppy dog eyes.

"Oh my… Okay, okay, I'll help!"

With that Claire jumped on top of Jim and grabbed his scruff. Jim tried to dislodge her but she pulled and he promptly went limp, falling on top of Toby.

"Hey!" Toby yelped trying to struggle out from under the giant half-troll. "You were supposed to save me not squish me."

"Sorry," Claire said, clearly not sorry. "It seemed like the quickest way to be King of the Beans."

"Oh is that what this is?"

Claire tried to maintain her grip as Jim rose to all fours, tail twitching. She yelped as she fell off, but was quickly back on her feet, balancing precariously on the pile.

"Yes it is," She said staring him down remorselessly. "Sorry, Fluffy, it's every trollhunter for themselves."

Behind him Jim could hear Toby sneaking up on him. He grinned and dropped into a crouch.


Blinky looked in amusement at the three younglings sprawled in a pile. Jim was underneath both of his friends, as usual. Toby was face down on his chest. Blinky would have been concerned that he couldn't breathe if he wasn't snoring like a freight train.

His left arm was over Claire who was curled into Jim's side, also snoring. Her hair had escaped its barrets and looked like it was trying to eat Jim's face. Jim mumbled something and burrowed further into the tangled mess. Claire probably wasn't going to be happy about the drool when she woke up.

"Still sleeping?" Aaarrrgghh rumbled softly, coming up behind him.

He glanced back and saw that the Krubera was carrying a large bundle of blankets.

"Yes," Blinky whispered. "I suspect they were already quite tired from the battle earlier. I don't know where they got the energy to wrestle."

"Younglings," Aaarrrgghh said solemnly.

"I suppose so," Blinky replied with fond exasperation. "I just hope they didn't reopen any of their injuries."

"Check later?" Aaarrgghh suggested. "Need sleep now."

"Very well, that sounds agreeable. I wouldn't mind a bit of rest myself."

Aaarrrgghh gave a soft rumbly chuckle and handed him a blanket.

They carefully covered up the sleeping children and then settled in on either side of them. Blinky cast one last look at their odd little family, a solid warm feeling coalescing in his chest, before he slipped into sleep.


Author Note:

From a prompt on Tumblr.

I figure given that both teens and trolls are a little scrappy, Jim probably really loves playfighting. They're going to have regrets when they wake up though…

Question: Should I keep this collection fluff and post my angsty dabbles separately or shall I post them here? Thoughts?