Branch's Perspective

Chapter Five

Branch's Perspective

Description: The Original Trolls Story from Branch's Perspective as he battles with his feelings for Poppy and struggles with his lifelong depression over losing everyone he loved and held dear. A few extra scenes have been thrown in to help better understand everyone's favorite grumpy grey toll. A Broppy FanFic.

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Chapter Five

The following morning, Branch awoke right as dawn was breaking. Glancing over the troll princess slumbering peacefully beside him he couldn't help but crack a smile at her very un-princesslike sleeping position. Her mouth hung wide open and her 'blanket' long forgotten, as she lay sprawled out on her makeshift bed. Quietly the grey troll rolled up his sleeping bag, before walking over to wrap Poppy back up within hers allowing her to sleep for a little while longer. In the meantime he decided to start cooking breakfast for them before they continued on with their journey.

Poppy awoke to the scent of breakfast being cooked; groggily she arose from her sleeping bag and rubbed her eyes.

"Mornin' Princess." Greeted a familiar voice. Once her vision came to, she could see Branch sitting beside the campfire, frying eggs in a frying pan she assumed he had stored in his bag, the aroma coming from the pan smelled delicious and she suddenly felt her stomach growl... and it was loud. She caught Branch's amused smirk out of the corner of her eye and felt her face flush with embarrassment.

"How early is it?" She questioned in an attempt to direct their attention elsewhere, noticing that the sun had barely risen into the sky yet.

"Early." Branch answered simply.

"Once we are finished eating, we will be heading out again." Poppy nodded in agreement as she came to sit beside Branch near the fire in an effort to keep warm. She did not notice the grey trolls embarrassment as she took her seat close to him.

"I didn't know you could cook." Poppy mentioned casually, attempting to make light conversation. Branch just shrugged his shoulders, trying not to be too aware of the lack of distance between them.

"I live alone, I needed to learn." He answered as if it were obvious, glancing at her he noticed she was also looking at him with a look of sorrow; he quickly averted his eyes away from her and went to remove the eggs from the frying pan onto makeshift plates. Handing Poppy her plate, he bashfully put a little more distance between the two before taking a bite of his own meal.

"It's... not much, but I had to make do with what we had." He mumbled, not wanting to look the Troll Princess in the eye, this was the first time he had ever cooked anything for anyone else before and he had to admit it was a little nerve wracking. Also, this wasn't just any troll; he was cooking for... he was cooking for Poppy.

"Oh wow! Branch these are really good!" Poppy exclaimed, he assumed she must've just been over exaggerating to be nice, but when his eyes met hers again he saw nothing but truth and excitement within them, her bright smile lighting up her whole face. His heart began to beat faster with the realization that she had meant every word that she just said, and could feel his cheeks get a bit hot.

"My eggs never come out this good!" She continued to praise him, and he averted his eyes again. She was acting like this was the best meal she had ever eaten, and he knew that there was no way that could even be possible. Shaking the over confident thoughts that had formed in his mind, he told himself she must either be a really bad cook or was extremely hungry and her brain was just playing tricks with her. But, not wanting to damper her bright mood, he only found himself able to mumble.