Berk's BIG Problem

The King Troll's Displease

I was meant to do this chapter a while back.
But others had to happen first.
New chapter - hope ye enjoy!
The picture above is the Troll King

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                                                       ***Four Days Ago***

Unbeknownst to Berk, they weren't the only ones that knew Hiccup was partially giant. During the fight between him and the vicious troll, a group of trolls were watching with shock and awe.

Their leader stood at the front, his eyes wide and lips slightly apart. He stared directly at Hiccup who was throwing punches into the troll's bloody face. He acknowledged the anger and determination portrayed on Hiccup's face.

His stare hardened.

"Krusher wants to crush!" Yelled a huge blue troll. It had a silver, metal helmet that covered half of its face and had gold spikes poking out of the top like a liberty hairstyle. It had no weapons but had huge, meaty hands that when curled into fists look like boulders. It stepped forward loudly but stopped.

The leader held out a relaxed arm which halted the raging beast. "Be patient solider. Before any crushing, we must tell our King of this risen news." It explained before turning around and walking away; it's soldiers following pursuit.

Walking for hours, the group finally arrived at a broken bridge. It was tangled in brown and amber tree roots and looked a couple of hundred years old. The cobblestone was cracked or out of place as the bridge went unseen for several centuries. Two trees curved over the bridge, creating an open gate. The bridge itself was a good forty feet above a waterfall that rushed beneath.

But it's eerie yet historical appearance didn't bother the leader, as he stepped forth. The leaves crunched beneath his shoes as his robe dragged across the dirt. Pulling a hand out of a pocket on the side of the robe, he then threw his hand in front as gold dust shimmered in the air, dispersing like stars. But as it shimmered, it began to twirl, gradually picking up speed. The gold dust brightened as it twirled faster, spiralling upwards.

It turned into a giant tornado that was lightening up with gold.

Stepping forwards, the leader was engulfed in bright glow as some gold dust latched onto his cheeks. As he looked up, the tornado seemed to be getting bigger and bigger before finally collapsing on itself. Instead of seeing the forest, the group of trolls faced a new scenery.

What once was full of light and fresh air, was now a misty and damp room that was MUCH bigger than two Great Halls combined. It was a throne room. The ancient structure was laced in cobwebs and a long, purple hall carpet ran all the way from the two grand oak doors to a throne that was placed at the top of a platform that was supported by a cobblestone stairway. Torches were lit up along the walls and along the sides of the stairway, allowing a faint glow that created an unwelcoming aurora.

The throne was authentic yet had a powerful appearance. It was big and bold and darkly majestic. The black frame was like a peacock's feathers spread out wide; only for this to be not feathery but deadly spiky. They were tinted with silver that had gave the spikes more of a dangerous outlook. And slouched on this seat, was the mighty troll king.

Only this king looked more grumpy than mighty, though he did support a mighty pot belly that sat on his lap. His gold crown shone dimly as the flames reflected calmly of it. His upper arm cuff had a venomous snake head, it's black beady eyes delicately encrusted in the gold. From a distance, you'd think a thin snake had slithered and wrapped its tail around the king's bulky arm. His eyes were blank with only a microscopic dot of black in the centre. His nose was stupidly big, as it cascaded down his face like a parrot's beak, only much fatter and a lot pointer. The teeth, oh the teeth were too much to look at. Covered in a thick layer of yellow, many had cracks or were missing the top. It was like looking at tombstones, very disgusting ones. His red lips were plump and stretched greatly across his face, a slight drool giving them a light gleam. Cascading down his chest was a scruffy beard that was braided at the tips. And at his side, was a giant axe that splashed with dried blood from previous battles. He wore no shoes, showing his hairy feet and repulsive toenails that curled disgustingly. Instead, the only clothing he wore was a maroon kilt that was held at his waist by a thick leather belt that had skulls and crossbones oddly placed onto the bulky material.

Kneeling onto a knee, the leader bowed his head at his king. "My King, we have returned to tell you of news we uncovered on the other side." The king huffed, before lazily waving a hand. "Continue." His gruff voice spoke with little interest but power radiated off the word.

"We adventured out in the other side in search of you-know-who. After days of searching high and low, we finally discovered them. They had built themselves a den that was secretly hidden, even beyond the eye of an eagle."

The king raised a hand, making the leader freeze his words in his mouth. "If you have found the troll and her fellow troops, why have you not captured her and brought her to me on your return?"

The leader took a deep breath to control his nervousness. "My King, we had a little.... confrontation as we tried to seize them. One of our soldiers was in a freak accident with her potions and spells, causing him to grow a tremendous height. He savagely followed the troll onto the other side of the island, which lead to a Viking village. We hurriedly followed pursuit, but then discovered something unexpected."

The King raised his head.

"A giant." At his words, the King leaned forward, his eyes widening as his knuckles gripped the armrests. He was now interested. "It was attacking Zulkaz with anger and fear. And that's not the worst part, my King............ The giant is a friend of the troll."

"WHAT?!" Bellowed the King as he grabbed his axe and flung towards the leader. The leader yelped as the axe smacked into his neck and crashing into the ground below, making him stuck between a sharp curved blade crazing his neck. "My-my Lord, my King," stammered the leader as his face went pale and his mouth dried,"We-we tried to stop the troll before any inconvenience occurred. However, it seemed as though we were a tad late." But the King wasn't impressed.

"THAT'S NO EXCUSE FOR FAILING YOUR MISSON!" He roared into the leader's face. The leader grimaced as bits of spit spat sickly on his face. The King leaned onto the handle of the axe, pushing the blade closer to the leader's neck.

"P-please spear my life, m-my King," chocked the leader, a wave of fear washing over him, "I will r-return to the other s-side with a newly formed p-plan."

The King angrily huffed before pulling his axe away from the leader's neck. The leader gasped and coughed as he struggled to his feet.

"For now, I will spear your life. However, if you don't capture the troll and bring her to me by the end of the week, I'm sure the blade will meet its target." The leader gulped as he lightly rubbed his neck. "But, if we're going to intervene before she does much more, then there's no other option."

"And what would that be, my King?"

He pointed the axe at the shaken leader with an icy glare. "Bring the giant to me."

A series of gasps echoed in the room, as no one could believe their ears. The leader was stunned. "Pardon your order sir, but are you willing to bring a Viking giant down to our world?"

The King chuckled darkly as he skimmed a finger across the deadly blade. "If you want to foil her plan, then we must take immediate action - no matter how insane it must sound. In other words, do I say or you will meet your doom. Do I make myself clear?"

Frantically nodding his head, the leader bowed. "I understand, my King. I shall not disappoint you."

"You know no to disappoint me, Tzane."

"Yes my fair King."

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Not a big nor short chapter, but still over 1400+ words, so I'm good for now.
Hope ye enjoyed.
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Until next time........