Trollhunters: "Two Warriors One Love Shared" (DRAALXOC)

Talkin' Body

Third Person (that afternoon)

Sonya was in Blinky's library, in her human form, reading Loboan history and legends. Her brown hair was illuminated by the low lanterns. Sonya flipped the page of an old book, and showed a tall Loboan with piercings in his ears, she ran her hand over the image.

"Hmmm," she inhaled deeply, and looked up, "I'll be home soon, Papa," she mumbled, "I promise." Sonya ran a hand through her hair, and pulled the clip in the back. Her brown locks fell around her shoulders, and framed her green eyes. Sonya wasn't built like Jim or Claire, she seemed more mature, her shoulders were broad and she had the curves of an adult.

Sonya was definitely older than she looked.

"Loboan!"

Sonya's head snapped up, and she turned seeing Draal standing in the doorway, his eyes met hers, "I need your help." he snorted, his nostrils flaring.

Sonya peaked a brow, then stood up, "What is it?" she asked, walking over to the Troll.

Draal growled lowly, "The Forge is in need of repair, and I need . . . some assistance in doing so." he seemed completely embarrassed to ask for help.

"And you come crawling to the puppy." she punched him in the shoulder, and internally screamed in pain. Stone skin, very hard stone skin. My poor hand! Sonya managed to maintain a straight face as they made their way back into the Forge.

"So," Sonya put her hands on her hips, "what do you need me to do?" she asked Draal.

Draal peaked a brow, "How strong are you?" he asked, rather suddenly.

Sonya peaked a brow, "I'm strong enough to throw your sorry hide, right?" she joked, grinning.

Draal growled, "Just lift that panel, will you?" he pointed to a panel on the floor, forged of stone. Sonya rubbed her chin, before she walked over to the slab, and then sighed,

"Ok," she reached over to her back and pulled her shirt, "looks like we're going big." Sonya mumbled.

"What in Deya's Grace are you doing?!" Draal demanded, seeing the human strip her top.

Sonya ignored him, and Draal had a moment to take in her form. Sonya was in a black sports bra, that covered her breasts. But Draal could see the muscles rippling in her back. Some scars along her back but other than that, her skin seemed . . . perfect.

Draal blinked then pinched his nose, what is wrong with you?! he scolded.

Sonya assumed her Loboan form, her muscles bulging, she turned to Draal, showing her ripped six pack, bulging biceps and shoulders, "So," she jabbed a thumb down, "this slab?"

"Yes." Draal grumbled.

Sonya gave a soft growl, "Ok, hold this," she tossed her t-shirt at Draal, and the garment of clothing got caught up in his horns.

Poor Draal. Draal yelped as he tried to get the shirt off his horns, it smelt of human and . . . was that Redwood?! Why did Sonya's shirt smell like redwood?!

"Now, Draal," Sonya folded her muscular arms over her chest, "you know sniffing women's cloths is considered pervy." she grinned, showing her fangs.

"What?! No!" Draal threw the shirt down, "You threw the shirt at me!" he waved his arms in the air, "Just-just lift the slab, for the Love of Kanjigar's Honor!" he bellowed.

Sonya growled, and dug her claws into the stone and lifted with her legs, Draal watched each muscle in Sonya's frame as she heaved the slab up and rested it on her shoulder with a grunt. Draal jumped down into the inner workings of the Forge, picking out crystals and stones from the gears and axels.

Sonya watched Draal work, her tail tucked between her legs, her muscles bulging out as Draal reached in and pulled out a gnome.

"How in the name of the Moon did one of those get in this thing?" Sonya asked, cocking her head.

Draal sighed and threw the gnome out, "Scum of the earth, they somehow manage to wriggle their way into everything." he mumbled, annoyed.

Soon, Draal got out and Sonya was allowed to lower the slab back to it's rightful place, she turned and blinked upon seeing her shirt in her face. Draal was before her as he held out her shirt,

"Just . . . take it . . ." he grumbled.

Sonya grinned and took the shirt, "Admit it," she walked over and leaned down to his ear, "you enjoyed it." she teased.

"What?! How dare you!?" Draal turned but Sonya was already on her way out, laughing her tail off.