Trolls Fanfiction: Blue Poppy

Chapter 21

⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀< ❈Poppy's POV❈ >

Poppy lay curled up on her bed in the dark. Branch had been forced back into his own room by the doctor. She had awoken after being unconscious for about a week, and the fact that she was aware of Branch not being around sickened her. She wanted to feel him against her as she slept.

A sudden memory of Creek flashed into her mind. How he had attacked her viscously after injuring Branch. He had used his knives to scrape and graze all over her skin, giving her bleeding flanks like Branch, bruising her face, and even hitting her head so hard it caused minor brain damage. That strike to her cranium had knocked her out, and when she woke up, she had been here. But Branch had been in front of her, speaking to her in a soft tone that she loved. She smiled as she remembered the blue Troll's reaction to her little pregnancy announcement.

He had smiled widely, even tearing up a little, and pulled her into a tender kiss. They had sat there together, just engulfed in each other's warmth, until the doctor came to fetch Branch and take him back to his room. She had watched him struggling away with his crutches. Now she felt wistful. She wanted him here. She was terrified. She was in pain. Her body felt like it'd been thrown into a pit of fire. Her head felt as if it was bleeding, but when she lifted her hand to touch it, it had no trace of the irony liquid.

Poppy sighed softly, unable to see her stomach but gripping it softly in her hands. The fact that the baby was Branch's made her happier than ever. She remembered their wonderful night just a month ago. Soon they'd be able to return to that. Poppy knew she wasn't going to die. Even though she had a high chance of it, her normal positive nature gave her hope. You get what you wish for, after all, she thought. If I had just decided I was for sure going to die, then I would. I need to motivate my body to heal.

She closed her eyes, starting to feel quite exhausted. An image of Branch flared in her mind before sleep enfolded her in a gentle grasp.

Poppy was awoken by a knock at her door. Her eyes were bleary with sleep, and she shook her head to clear it away, rubbing her eyes weakly with her hands. To her relief, it was Branch limping into the room with the doctor just behind him.

Branch smiled at her and seated himself on the chair he'd been on just yesterday. The doctor left them in private and Poppy slowly moved closer to her fiancé.

He wrapped his arms around her. "How do you feel?" he asked.

"Better," she replied. "Positivity really helps, Branch. You should've listened to me then." She chuckled softly at the memory of their past together. Going on a journey to rescues their friends in Bergentown.

"Yeah, I guess so, huh?" Branch returned the laughter. "I guess I had just let myself believe happiness no longer existed. But, boy, was I wrong." He nuzzled her face.

Poppy smiled as she watched his hand lift over and rub her belly. She relaxed against his gentle movements, and pressed her nose into his arm.

"Can you feel it yet?" Branch asked.

Poppy shook her head. "No."

"Then how did you know?"

"The doctor was running some tests on me, and then kinda found it," she explained. Branch smiled gently, and Poppy suddenly let her face grow serious. "Have you received any other news about what's going on? Have Creek and Chef done anymore damage?"

Branch sighed. "Chef has been executed for the King's murder," he replied. When Poppy grew surprised, the blue male cupped her face in his hand. "I was shocked too. But Bridget is really getting hardcore. She ordered the death sentence herself. I can tell she's very upset over Gristle's death."

"Well, of course she is," Poppy replied. "I'd be upset if I lost you. More than upset...I'd be absolutely—"

Branch's finger against her lips and the gentle noise of him shushing her made her pause. "Let's not talk about that," he murmured. "I want to see you happy, Poppy. That subject won't help with that."

Poppy realized he was right. But she was still surprised by the news. Bridget did not seem like one to go that extreme, but thinking of her perspective made the Troll Queen change her mind. The death sentence was a good idea, now that she thought about it more. A simple banishment, which had been inflicted twice upon Chef, was not enough to keep the town safe. Poppy knew Bridget had good leader qualities, despite being a little shy and timid at times. She was expecting a baby now—Gristle's baby—so she'd need to be strong.

At least she still has something left of him, Poppy thought with relief. She wouldn't want Bridget leading the town by herself with no heir to replace her afterwards. It just didn't seem like her to try and find a new husband after she'd been so in love with Gristle her whole life.

Poppy's heart raced in her chest as an idea crept into her mind. An inspiration. An act out of her personality. She lifted herself just slightly, despite the pain, and gazed up at Branch with a hard face. "Branch, we need to deal with Creek," she replied. "Do you have any idea where he is?"

Branch smirked just slightly. "Bridget has him. He's locked up with her, and she's said she plans on handing him over to you after you've recovered. She wants you to deal with his punishment since he's a Troll just like us."

Poppy lifted a brow. "Wonderful," she said in a creepy way, which was really out of her personality now.

"Why did you need to know exactly?" Branch asked.

"Oh, don't worry. I just have an amazing idea."

Time for the question:

Favorite Trolls line?

My answer:

Hmm that's a hard one. I wanna say it's "I think I had a sarcasm once!" by Cooper. But that line actually referenced something extremely inappropriate. It was still kinda funny though.

Give me your answer in the comments and don't forget to vote!