Bronte x Mutant troll

Part 1 of many

(Set after the fight at everglen in flashback)

(for context the mutants are experiments meant to be smart and strong)

Bronte couldnt really sleep, after the disaster at the celestial festival, so he resorted to planning his search at the troll hive. The other councilors had given the responsibility to Bronte, due to his ability to inflict. At dawn, Bronte used his leapmaster to go to everglen. When he got to the gate the guards asked "Can we get some ID?", Bronte was a little stunned, since he assumed that everyone would know him, since he was the most ancient councilor. He showed his badge of the council, and the guard opened the gates. Bronte was in a "grumpy" mood. It was for many reasons, but one of the major ones was bronte feeling lonely. During his contemplation last night, he started thinking about how much happier he would be if he had a spouse. The truth was, bronte was tired of being a councillor but he feared stepping down. If he stepped down he would have no one who cared for him. Bronte pushed the fear to the back of his head, he musn't dilly-dally

. He had finished his walk to where the hive was located. Bronte was no empath, but the feeling of sadness in the old cave was almost tangible. He walked in and saw the troll crying next to the bodies of his fellow newborns. Bronte almost felt bad for the creature, he understood what it felt like to be alone. The troll looked at him and gave a look of dread, it said, in a perfect elven accent "I DONT DESERVE THIS" and let out a primal wail. Bronte didn't want to further its pain, but he knew he had to do his assignment. He delayed the inevitable by studying the troll. He noticed its light blue skin, its beautifully defined muscles, its mouth, and bronte couldn't help but stare at the gigantic bulge where his tight leggings sat on his hips. In fact, the troll was staring at bronte's "crown jewels" and it was not the crown on his head. " Whats your name?" bronte asked. "My name is hundin, and what is your name, elf" Hundin responded. "My name is Bronte" Bronte would've mentioned he was a member of the council, but he felt as though this would turn into a more personal matter. "Well, bronte, what else is your kind doing to me now. And before you mention what the other mutants did, you should know i just hatched 2 hours ago. The guards told me" Bronte was stunned that the troll knew what he was going to say, and just commanded him to stop. Bronte should have felt angry, but he found it .. hot. He must've blushed, because the troll did too.

"I understand your pain" bronte said

"How could one you understand my loneliness"

"Because I'm alone too"

The troll looked at him, trying to find a hint that bronte was lying, but the troll couldn't. "Perhaps you could... make me feel better" said the troll. "Well, I'm no therapist"said bronte, heavily blushing. "I mean... in other  ways" said the troll. Brontes blush was very noticeable. He used his telekinesis to cover the entrance with rocks. Bronte stepped on his knees, and sat right in front of the troll, their faces so close he could feel the warmth of the troll's breath. The troll hundin took the opportunity to kiss bronte. It was very passionate, the sat there kissing for what had to have been at least 10 minutes. But when bronte started to touch the trolls pp, one of the rocks moved, meaning one of the guards must have been trying to get in. bronte positioned his leaping crystal in the beam of light and turned it to his residence. He said "I'll see you again, hundin" and was whisked away in the light