Another AU idea
I’m finally posting it! Even tho it’s rambly, even tho I’m not done with my stupid one-shot of it...but I’d like to thank @pixelsandawestrucks for giving me that nudge
Anyways here’s some groundwork / a snippet for my Trolls AU, Lore Reversal! I’ll keep the bulk of it....hidden? (Is that the word...) to save space. I’m sorry if it seems broken too
So I’m guessing it’s been pretty much accepted that the Bergens arrived AFTER the whole tribal separation. What kind of world would it be if the opposite happened instead?
Like, all the trolls were in harmony, and then the Bergens attacked.
There was a big party, loud and cheerful and lots of different music being played & shared. A group of Bergens, mostly just hunting for food, were attracted to it and went to investigate. They saw all these tiny colourful creatures having a great time, being happy. They also saw some of these tiny creatures leaving a pod, and they’ve eaten a pod thinking it was just plain ol’ fruit (not knowing it was occupied until the screaming started, but then cronch) and for a brief, brief, GLORIOUS moment, they were happy. Oh so happy. They wanted to feel that happiness again.
The smart and natural thing to do, would be to run away and hide. Bergens are big. Most trolls did run to hide, but the leaders stayed to confront them. One leader, probably Pop, tried to reason w/ the Bergens. The leaders also lagged in case of stragglers (mostly Country carrying the others w/ carts) and even tried to fight back (mostly the Rock leader and other rock trolls). The trolls were still relatively new to the whole music thing; at most, the strange noises of a song were creepy and unknown to predators, scaring them away. They haven’t weaponized music yet, let alone use all the strings in such a fashion.
Speaking of which, the lyre + strings were accidentally nabbed, being mistaken for one of those finned, yet brightly and multi-colourful, creatures.
Bergens got hurt, but they’re pretty much used to getting hurt (from each other), so they shrug the attacks off. Each Bergen of this hunting party got to eat a troll, but they made sure to capture more to bring home in. When they found out that one of the trolls they captured was not, in fact, a troll, the leader of the Bergens kept it as a colourful trophy. Of course everyone wanted more, especially after noticing that the happiness wears off after a while (the next day). They arranged for another hunting party, this time a Troll-hunting party. Literally. Everyone wanted to join in and taste happiness again.
Good news! They found a large group of trolls on the way to where the celebration was held. It also seemed like the small things were practically running up to meet them! Even if most of them were hidden in the shrubbery.
Bad news! The trolls were on their way to rescue their fellows (some of them being the leaders that survived the initial attack). They were desperately hoping that their friends and family were still alive. And if the opportunity arose, get back their music.
The failed rescue party were shocked to discover that there were actually MORE Bergens instead of just that hunting party. After another happy feeding, the Bergens continued on their now-merry way. The trolls began to lose their colour, looking just like before their music. The Bergens were concerned about this, these moving, tasty packages of joy were looking duller than them! Thankfully, the trolls were still edible, and the Bergens still got a taste of happiness! Not as strong as when the trolls were colourful, though.
Noticing the direction in which the Bergens were going, the small handful that managed to keep their colour, however dulled, became as loud as they can to try and warn the rest of the their entire species of the approaching danger. The Bergen leader noticed this and ordered for the best warriors and hunters to move ahead while the rest stayed behind w/ the trolls. Once out of sight of the group, a veteran hunter ordered the rest to split up and surround the area.
And, well. Bergen town was eventually built. The Troll tree is in a netted cage, and with lots of space. Either than the giant tree, there’s also a small, intentionally hollowed mountain that contains a machine that filters and simulates a shallow, artificial stream. Said stream partially encircles the Troll tree and leads to a deeper, but still shallow enough to see the bottom, pond.
And so! ALL the trolls are in the Bergen cage. Surrounded by Bergen Town. And eaten biannually by the Bergens. These 2 holidays were named the Summer Trollstice and the Winter Trollstice. The strings, usually kept in the king’s chambers with other trophies, were brought out and into the dining hall as a shiny and colourful prop every Trollstice (Bergens had sharp nails and were generally unwieldy with small things. And no one really thought to strum the lyre) Like it was unexplained in the 1st canon movie, the Trolls managed to keep / regain their colours.
Due to an accumulation of bad decisions & unfortunate circumstances, namely that a favorite delicacy to Bergens are Pop Trolls, (that I’ve written in a one-shot I’ll post later), and even though they managed to get their Strings back, the Tribes separate. The other tribes managed to escape Bergen town entirely, the Pop trolls didn’t make it & were recaptured.
What sort of world can be built from this? How could Harmony and Happiness be restored?
Well...I have this short little gem that might give you a sense of direction:
“... ‘If we’re gonna rescue my friends AND make sure that the Bergens never capture any of us again like you said, we’re gonna need more people.’
A hand reached out, lips stretching in a now-familiar wild grin. ‘That’s right. So, Popsqueak. What do you say about a World Tour?’ ...”
Anyways, like I said, I’ll post the one-shot later. I’ve got most of it written, but it’s not done yet. And to look it over a few times; cohesion is not my strong point. A hint for that one-shot would be: I’ve been reading some Naruto fanfics lately. But enjoy this rambly idea.