Mericcup one-shots

Uncontainable

"Are you sure about this?" Anna asked in a fearful tone.

"Nope" Jack replied, popping the 'p'. "But it's worth a shot."

"Exactly!" Merida stepped in. "It's time for us to stand up for ourselves."

"I'm still not convinced." She said doubtfully.

"Kristoff will be there," Flynn teased playfully, nudging her side with his elbow.

"That's why I'm worried." She fretted "What if I make a fool of myself? He'll see!"

"Don't worry your pigtails," Merida says indignantly as she neared the bouncer in front of a large black door. "We're doing this."

"Password." The bouncer said in monotone.

"Upside down." Jack replied confidently.

The bouncer knocked three times on the door, received another two knocks from the other side and knocked again once before the door unlocked. He pushed it open. "I hope you all have medical insurance."

The group walked down a dark corridor and out into a boxing arena, the audience all yelling and cheering. They tried their best not to let the overwhelming crowd and the daunting boxers drag them down into doubt.

"We can do this!" Merida assured enthusiastically after recovering from her state of shock only to receive the same worried smiles in response.

Their eyes fell on a group of four hidden in the far corner of the crowd consisting of their best friends; Kristoff Bjorgman, Elsa Arandelle, Rapunzel Corona and Hiccup Haddock. The four stood up and gave supportive gestures that settled their nerves to a safe-ish level.

But their content ended rather abruptly.

Both Anna and Jack tripped forwards sending themselves toppling into Merida and Flynn in front of them. They tumbled in a mess of limbs down the steps and landed in a heap at the feet of two figures.

From the top of the stairs two girls high fived before making their way down the steps in a much more graceful manner.

The group look up at the figures in front of them, two men; one with a tattoo on his chin and the other with a greasy face and stubble. The tattoo guy spoke first, "Four new, wannabe boxers. You've met your first matches." he points to himself. "Eret son of Eret," he directs their attention to the man next to him. "Snotlout Jorgenson." By now the tow girls had reached the bottom of the stairs and joined Eret and Snotlout. "Astrid Hofferson and Heather Windsheer."

None of them looked very merciful so it was clear to anyone but a fool that they'd get themselves out of this one, or even less so, survive. The four were dragged to a standing position by the scruffs of their necks by the one they assumed they'd be fighting.

"What's your name Ginger?" Astrid demanded with her face only an inch from Merida's.

She stood tall, "Merida DunBroch."

"Well, Merida, I'm your first match." she smiled menacingly and sashayed to the boxing ring.

Upon Merida's face was a look of pure terror as she looked back at her friends for support, but their faces shower the same. At the far end of the audience her other friends wore looks of shock. Everyone feared for her.

Merida slowly edged to the boxing ring and ducked under the ropes. Astrid stood a few paces away in her shorts and sports bra whereas Merida stood awkwardly in her basketball shirt and baggy shorts- the only sporty clothing that hadn't been put in the wash.

"Ready to get thrashed Ginger?" she taunted evilly.

"FYI it's Merida," Merida hissed in reply.

"Less talk more fight!" Eret yelled impatiently as he shook the ropes; much like a toddler having a tantrum.