Song of the Vikings - Draal x OC

9. Young Atlas / Recipe for Disaster

A/N: I'm gonna be honest, I really don't like either of these episodes that much (and there's not much place to write in Kit) so we're just gonna smush them together because it's my story and I can do what I want lol

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'And, as per usual, I'm chaperoning the training sessions,' Kit thought to themselves, glancing up from their laptop at the two parties. Jim was covered in his armor, Sword of Daylight in hand, while Draal simply carried a two-pointed spear. Much like the first time they sparred, Draal appeared as though he was dancing, and Kit was finding it increasingly hard to focus on their work. 

Draal swung out his arm, nearly knocking Jim over, before narrowly missing Jim with the spear. He then turned to pull it out and Jim took advantage of his distraction to swing at the troll. Draal, however, was much more experienced and blocked the Trollhunter's blow easily. He then shoved the spear forward, pushing Jim off balance and towards the ground, the spear settling next to Jim's neck.

Jim let out a groan of defeat. "I think I just broke my butt."

"You didn't break your butt, Jim, you're just bruised," Kit called, interchanging between watching the two and typing furiously.

Draal whipped his weapon back up to his side. "Were this an actual battle, Trollhunter," he began, then smacking the spear on Jim's legs, fingers, and near his privates, "you would have just been deprived of your right leg, three fingers, and your gronk-nuts."

Jim groaned again, struggling to his feet. Draal used his momentary distraction to whack Jim again, who narrowly dodged and continued to block the oncoming blows until he was, once again, overtaken by the much larger troll.

Draal sighed. "Bular will use your distraction as an opportunity to cleave your head from your shoulders," he lectured, pulling Jim to his feet.

"Oh," Jim blanched.

"What has you distracted this night?" the troll questioned, moving back into his sparring position. Jim readied his blade on the other side of the yard, sighing.

"You wouldn't understand," he lamented. Draal roared as he leaped forward, gripping Jim's arm and flipping him to the ground, pinning him.

Draal smirked, lowering his head down to Jim's level. "I am a son of the former Trollhunter," he growled. "Try me."

"I'm a little preoccupied about kissing Claire," Jim stated, as though it was obvious. Confused, Draal let the boy go, cocking his head to the side like a curious puppy.

"I don't understand," he mused.

Jim pulled himself up. "The school play, Romeo and Juliet. We're rehearsing the kissing scene." At those words, he flopped back to the ground in defeat. "And I have to kiss her tomorrow."

Kit let out a quiet chuckle at his predicament, turning to watch the conversation that was becoming slightly more interesting than their work.

"What is this..." Draal trailed off, furrowing his brows, "kissing?"

Jim looked towards his cousin for help, but Kit just shrugged. "You're on your own for this one, Jimmy," they stated, face heating up at the mere thought of explaining a human custom such as that to a troll - least of all Draal.

Letting out a groan, Jim sat on the nearby rock and attempted to explain. "When two people like each other, the put their mouths together." He then shaped his hands into little sock puppet style faces, tapping his finger tips against each other. "And depending on how much you like them, the longer the kiss. Sometimes for hours."

Draal scoffed. "Disgusting," he muttered, "killing sounds easier."

At that simple statement, Kit's chest felt tight, but they couldn't pinpoint the reason. Still tuning in, they returned their eyes to the screen, thinking it was just some heartburn from the food Jim cooked earlier.