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[trolloflegend-archive]

Oh shit. -underdogofthearena

“CHERI.”

There wasn’t much time between the shout and the charge toward the woman to snatch her up like she was a small animal. 

@underdogofthearena

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underdogofthearena:

Cheri shook her head. “Nah, was an easy trek that way. Actually getting through the snow, not so easy. I’m tired.” She lightly bonked her head against his larger brow in affection, leaving it there to rest. “Wouldn’t be a place to get out of the winds around here is there? I’m bundled up sure, but you know I don’t have your predisposition to this damn cold.” She pulled the hood up around her head a bit tighter, leaning into Trundle harder as shelter from the weather. The winds had kicked up slightly, and she felt stiff in her limbs. Shelter would be much preferred.

Another sigh pooled from his nostrils as she made contact, this time a content rumble rolling out with it. It was such a small gesture, both figuratively and literally, but it was as though her skin warmed everything around it. He didn’t realize how much he missed her touch.

Speaking if warmth, the mention of the lack of such pushed the frost troll’s eyes to open with the realization of what she said. Try as he might, with the scarce visits he kept forgetting just how intolerant humans were to the cold. Another low but more thoughtful rumble came through as he pulled away to look around and regather his location, lowering Cheri to keep her close to his chest and as covered as he could without folding her forward. They were not too far from a warband, but…bringing her around other trolls was something he was still very uncertain about. There was, however, a cave nearby. It would have to do.

Still keeping her covered the best he could, Trundle moved his hands one last time to tuck Cheri between the thick fur of his shoulder pad and his neck, afterward adjusting its positioning so the dense pelt was snug against her. That, the warmth of his skin and neck, and the thick beard now canopying over her would hopefully serve as enough warmth and insulation for the time being as he scooped up his club and started walking. They would get there in no time. He knew exactly where they were.

[underdogofthearena]

She let herself be tucked away quite happily, gripping onto Trundle’s shoulder and taking care to stay as hidden as possible. Both from the wind, and from potential company. Can never be too careful, right? Cheri trusted her mate’s intuition and knowledge of the area, and simply let him walk. Any sort of break from laboring in the heavy snow was welcomed by her, and she busied herself with idly picking at...whatever was stuck in the troll’s beard. It was another small display of affection she often used on him, and she finished off with a light set of scratches along his jawline. “I’ll get to the other side when we’re...wherever we’re going. Wouldn’t want uneven grooming, would we?”

[trolloflegend-archive]

Oh shit. -underdogofthearena

“CHERI.”

There wasn’t much time between the shout and the charge toward the woman to snatch her up like she was a small animal. 

@underdogofthearena

[trolloflegend-archive]

underdogofthearena:

Though his skin rough, and his hair coarse; Cheri still peppered the troll with small kisses and combed her hands through his beard. While normally she’d make a quip about her ‘hidden blessing’ of losing her sense of smell, she was too busy simply enjoying the reunion to be witty. Thanks to the recent (explosive) activity of others; Cheri had some time away from the fighting spotlight in Zaun to slip away to the frigid north of the Freljord. It was no secret the cold bothered her bizarre physiology (something something living crystal microcolony something something clogging vitals), but she’d been back and forth enough to know to dress appropriately. And, luckily enough, she knew when to catch Trundle away from the truly frigid parts of his domain so it was at least BEARABLY frigid. Not that it mattered much when you were snuggled up to your giant mate. Body head is body heat, even from a frost troll.

That grin relaxed into a a close only for a snicker to crack open again and slip through a thin smirk. Those peppered pecks tickled. With steady ease did the troll lower himself to the ground to sit, then adjusted his hold on Cheri to something more comfortable; a hand cupped beneath for her to sit upon with the other curled around her back to shield her the winds winds – and to continue holding her as he re-approached for more nuzzled caressing.

“No one tried anything funny with you on your way, did they?” he asked. By the looks of it she was well and healthy, but that wasn’t about to stop him from wrecking havoc on those who gave her any trouble.

[underdogofthearena]

Cheri shook her head. “Nah, was an easy trek that way. Actually getting through the snow, not so easy. I’m tired.” She lightly bonked her head against his larger brow in affection, leaving it there to rest. “Wouldn’t be a place to get out of the winds around here is there? I’m bundled up sure, but you know I don’t have your predisposition to this damn cold.” She pulled the hood up around her head a bit tighter, leaning into Trundle harder as shelter from the weather. The winds had kicked up slightly, and she felt stiff in her limbs. Shelter would be much preferred.

[trolloflegend-archive]

Oh shit. -underdogofthearena

“CHERI.”

There wasn’t much time between the shout and the charge toward the woman to snatch her up like she was a small animal. 

@underdogofthearena

[underdogofthearena]

“OH SHIT!!” Repeated, with more oomph, of course. Cheri braced herself as she was snatched up like a favorite toy. But, whereas most humans would be shrieking in abject fear; she was quite happy. She didn’t get to see her beloved king very often, what with Zaun and Freljord being so damnably far apart. Reaching two arms outward like a wanting child, she grinned. “C’mere and let me kiss your face you handsome bastard, it’s been too long.”

[trolloflegend-archive]

The grin across his face couldn’t be brighter upon seeing her own and to those wanting arms came a close to their distance. As soon as he was close enough that bulbous nose wasted no time in caressing and nuzzling the side of her head with itself while she did what she wanted, all the while holding her carefully with his eyes pressed shut by the broad grin pushing at his cheeks. A content exhale pooled from his nostrils followed by a low chuckle that rolled from the pit of his throat. It had been far too long. He was growing worried she could not come by anymore.

[underdogofthearena]

Though his skin rough, and his hair coarse; Cheri still peppered the troll with small kisses and combed her hands through his beard. While normally she’d make a quip about her ‘hidden blessing’ of losing her sense of smell, she was too busy simply enjoying the reunion to be witty. Thanks to the recent (explosive) activity of others; Cheri had some time away from the fighting spotlight in Zaun to slip away to the frigid north of the Freljord. It was no secret the cold bothered her bizarre physiology (something something living crystal microcolony something something clogging vitals), but she’d been back and forth enough to know to dress appropriately. And, luckily enough, she knew when to catch Trundle away from the truly frigid parts of his domain so it was at least BEARABLY frigid. Not that it mattered much when you were snuggled up to your giant mate. Body head is body heat, even from a frost troll.

[trolloflegend-archive]

Oh shit. -underdogofthearena

“CHERI.”

There wasn’t much time between the shout and the charge toward the woman to snatch her up like she was a small animal. 

@underdogofthearena

[underdogofthearena]

“OH SHIT!!” Repeated, with more oomph, of course. Cheri braced herself as she was snatched up like a favorite toy. But, whereas most humans would be shrieking in abject fear; she was quite happy. She didn’t get to see her beloved king very often, what with Zaun and Freljord being so damnably far apart. Reaching two arms outward like a wanting child, she grinned. “C’mere and let me kiss your face you handsome bastard, it’s been too long.”

[trolloflegend]

BLOODBORNE SENTENCE MEME.

The Troll King glances down at the small blonde with a hard stare, but not firm. While he wants to fiercely argue the idea, he’s more concerned than frustrated. She does not look well.

“.. But I don’t want to.” It was the best rebuttal the usually witty troll could think of. She was a tough one, but still. Concern lead a need to see her conscious.

@underdogofthearena​

[underdogofthearena]

Cheri quietly grunted, unable to argue much further. Whilst her…interesting healing factor did it’s work, it was still a heavy wound; most of her right side deemed unusable until completely healed. Her left hand shakily reached up to pat Trundle’s arm, head lolling away in exhaustion. “Just wait…” She murmured again. It’s all she could do. It just didn’t help she was so damn tired.

[trolloflegend]

“But I don’t want to.” He repeated himself quickly like a stubborn child as that arm curled around Cheri and gave her the smallest of pulls, trying to keep her awake. “You don’t have to sleep. Not right now.”

The King’s firm tone fought to keep it quiet, but behind his words he was nervous. Humans were oddly fragile and, tough or not, that was a bad wound on her. Even with her healing factor, at the end of the day, the woman was still human.

[underdogofthearena]

Barely managing to shift over to face him again, Cheri rest her head in the crook of his elbow instead and sighed. “I know you don’t want to wait.” Her voice somber and soft, she continued. “But I’m just...tired. I can’t do anything more. I’m sorry.”

[trolloflegend]

BLOODBORNE SENTENCE MEME.

The Troll King glances down at the small blonde with a hard stare, but not firm. While he wants to fiercely argue the idea, he’s more concerned than frustrated. She does not look well.

“.. But I don’t want to.” It was the best rebuttal the usually witty troll could think of. She was a tough one, but still. Concern lead a need to see her conscious.

@underdogofthearena​

[underdogofthearena]

Cheri quietly grunted, unable to argue much further. Whilst her...interesting healing factor did it’s work, it was still a heavy wound; most of her right side deemed unusable until completely healed. Her left hand shakily reached up to pat Trundle’s arm, head lolling away in exhaustion. “Just wait...” She murmured again. It’s all she could do. It just didn’t help she was so damn tired.

[trolloflegend]

Trundle just leans back in his seat with his arms crossed, all comfy cozy in his chair and pride.

He’s smiling from ear to ear, his face dark and smug.

“Told you.”

[underdogofthearena]

Knowing nods.

“I never doubted you, sweetheart.”

[trolloflegend]

Trundle’s head lulled toward her and his lips parted into a thin smirk. A hand lifted to reach over and cup its warm palm against the back of her head, a thumb stroking her hair gently.

“And that’s why you’re with me.”

[underdogofthearena]

Clicks on a microphone and holds it up to Trundle.

"Little louder for the people in the back."

[trolloflegend]

Trundle just leans back in his seat with his arms crossed, all comfy cozy in his chair and pride.

He’s smiling from ear to ear, his face dark and smug.

“Told you.”

[underdogofthearena]

Knowing nods.

“I never doubted you, sweetheart.”

[trolloflegend]

✶ - underdogofthearena

Send me “✶” and my muse will ask a question that they always had about your muse, but was too embarrassed to say(Not accepting any more!)

“Do you miss me? At all?”

[underdogofthearena]

“What, really?” She sat up a bit straighter, intrigued at this idea. “Well, if I can find some kinda steady job and maybe…” Gears in her head turned, though she was still confused. “But, wait, you just said they could find you out. Er, find us out. What’re you planning?” Cheri knew how cunning the King could be, and normally she could follow along, but whatever this scheme was, she was completely lost.

[trolloflegend]

He kept his face close and voice hushed. “Avarosan turf is run by a Queen who wants peace.” His arms quietly snaked further around her, now holding her snug in place as he spoke with a knowing smile. “No one will find out, but if they do,” that smile widened. “It won’t be guards handling it. I’m the Troll King. She’ll be told directly. If she sees me and you, us together, that’ll convince her.”

There was a silent, devious plot to his plan that tinged his tone, but he spoke of it excitedly, more than confident in its chances for success. This would do much more than put his mate within arms reach. He would just have to make sure all the right pieces fell into place.

[underdogofthearena]

She tilted her head up at the troll, brow furrowed. “Using me to further some grand scheme, are we?” Her voice was a tinge annoyed, aggravated that she was being used as a tool. She had to admit though; plan or no plan, it was an attractive idea. To be closer to him was something she really DID want. Cheri’s head swiveled back down to her lap, and the large hands resting around her midsection. She considered her options, quiet settling in the room once again. “...Okay, yeah, let’s do it. I’ll start finding some place to settle out there. We’ll...we’ll make it work.”

[trolloflegend]

✶ - underdogofthearena

Send me “✶” and my muse will ask a question that they always had about your muse, but was too embarrassed to say(Not accepting any more!)

“Do you miss me? At all?”

[underdogofthearena]

Cold, huh? She shook her head at the bold lie, but let herself be ‘trapped’ all the same. “Perceptive as always, dear King.” He was right though, her regenerative abilities only did so much, and even she wouldn’t be able to withstand being beaten to a bloody pulp with a club. What a ‘forbidden romance’ situation. “I’m sorry…” She murmured quietly. “I’m not doing so hot as a ‘mate’, am I?”

[trolloflegend]

That “trap” tightened its hold around her quietly. “No.” His rumbling voice had dropped to a breath, lowering his head to bring his mouth closer to her ear. “You’re fine. We’re fine.” His voice was hushed, barely making a sound aside from his thundering breath as he spoke. This was between them. No one else. And he would ensure it stayed that way.

His tone turned solemn. It was about time he told her his reasoning. “I’d make you stay with me, but you’re too frail for the Freljord. You can take a beating, but it doesn’t do beatings. It freezes you stiff. It sucks the life out of you.” His eyes glanced to the side as he mused aloud. “Avarosan turf is safer for you, but if they catch you with me…”

His voice trailed off and head lifted slightly. A realization dawned on him. A good idea.

He looked down at her again and gave her a quick little squeeze with newfound energy, though his voice stayed soft. “You should go there!“

[underdogofthearena]

“What, really?” She sat up a bit straighter, intrigued at this idea. “Well, if I can find some kinda steady job and maybe...” Gears in her head turned, though she was still confused. “But, wait, you just said they could find you out. Er, find us out. What’re you planning?” Cheri knew how cunning the King could be, and normally she could follow along, but whatever this scheme was, she was completely lost.

[trolloflegend]

✶ - underdogofthearena

Send me “✶” and my muse will ask a question that they always had about your muse, but was too embarrassed to say(Not accepting any more!)

“Do you miss me? At all?”

[underdogofthearena]

Cheri shook her head. “Don’t you trust me to not get caught?” It was a light tease, but there was some truth to it. She wanted the freedom to go see him, even if it had to be kept secret from his people. “Things used to be simpler. But I’ve been getting less and less matches and more and more downtime. Downtime that I spend alone.” She hummed, meeting his gaze. “So, yeah, I’ve missed you.”

[trolloflegend]

“Hey, I’m not worried about you getting caught,” he laughed, the awkward tinge still there. He pointed at her with a pushed smile. “I’m thinking about you catching something. Your death.”

The smile held with another off chuckle, but it quickly decayed as he just…watched her. No warning came before an arm reached over, plopped a paw on her back, and, with a flick of his wrist and a pull, knocked Cheri forward and into his lap.

If successful, there would not be much time before his arms crossed in front of her, loosely “trapping” her, now devoid of his, though poor, previous laughter, dropping the act nearly entirely. He grumbled; “You looked cold.”

[underdogofthearena]

Cold, huh? She shook her head at the bold lie, but let herself be ‘trapped’ all the same. “Perceptive as always, dear King.” He was right though, her regenerative abilities only did so much, and even she wouldn’t be able to withstand being beaten to a bloody pulp with a club. What a ‘forbidden romance’ situation. “I’m sorry...” She murmured quietly. “I’m not doing so hot as a ‘mate’, am I?”

[trolloflegend]

✶ - underdogofthearena

Send me “✶” and my muse will ask a question that they always had about your muse, but was too embarrassed to say(Not accepting any more!)

“Do you miss me? At all?”

[underdogofthearena]

A brief silence, before a soft, apologetic smile.

“’Course I do! I’ve been spoiled by being with a king, y’know?” She laughed, before scratching her head awkwardly. “It’s just…been hard, lately. It’s my fault for not keeping in touch too.”

[trolloflegend]

“It’s not like you can send me mail or anything.” A crooked and almost awkward smile held his own silent apologies while he lowered himself closer to Cheri’s eye level. An off-key silence hung in the air as he just looked at her, then chose to continue moving, lowering further to sit instead of standing there.

“And visiting is out of the question. I’m not about to have you die or get hunted just because you tried seeing me.”

[underdogofthearena]

Cheri shook her head. “Don’t you trust me to not get caught?” It was a light tease, but there was some truth to it. She wanted the freedom to go see him, even if it had to be kept secret from his people. “Things used to be simpler. But I’ve been getting less and less matches and more and more downtime. Downtime that I spend alone.” She hummed, meeting his gaze. “So, yeah, I’ve missed you.”

[trolloflegend]

✶ - underdogofthearena

Send me “✶” and my muse will ask a question that they always had about your muse, but was too embarrassed to say(Not accepting any more!)

“Do you miss me? At all?”

[underdogofthearena]

A brief silence, before a soft, apologetic smile.

“’Course I do! I’ve been spoiled by being with a king, y’know?” She laughed, before scratching her head awkwardly. “It’s just...been hard, lately. It’s my fault for not keeping in touch too.”

[trolloflegend]

“And here I thought something interesting would happen while I was gone. Damn.”

[underdogofthearena]

[trolloflegend]

Underdogofthearena says HELLO

Send me a HELLO and i’ll answer…

If we kissed:

[] This wouldn’t happen.

[] Oh disgusting.

[x] Again, again.

[x] Kiss you back.

[x] Let’s take this to the bedroom.

[] Slap/Push you away.

[] Be confused

[x] Be delighted

If you asked me out I’d say:

[] Um no.

[] I’m taken-

[x] Sure.

[] HOLY ASDFGHJK YESSSSS.

Can we cuddle?:

[] No.

[] Ew.

[x] Sure.

[x] YES.

Sex?:

[x] Let’s do it.

[] No. You can’t handle my d.

[] Yeah, sure.

[x] FRICK YES.

[] No.

Should you reblog this?:

[] Yes! I want to send you one!

[x] Yes.

[] No.

[underdogofthearena]

#GONNA MATE WITH TH' MATE

ye buddy B}

[underdogofthearena]

“Believe it or not, I had a match here.” She shrugged, swaying lightly as she talked. “Just an exhibition thing, sort of a ‘we’re better than YOU’ kinda dick show.” Grinning, she quickly flashed a wad of cash. “I won, of course. Then I grabbed some grub and got ready to find you back in Freljord, but you saved me the trouble by being here.”

[trolloflegend]

A curt huff of a chuckle pushed a smirk across the Freljordian’s mug. “They have fights here? In goody-two-shoes Demacia?” Another light chuckle brought him to pause. “I wish I could’ve seen that fight. You probably gave them hell, right?” He was proud of his gal for winning another fight. Naturally her victory was to be expected, of course, but still he wish he could have seen it unfold.

Her last words sank in just as he had reached in to grab something out of the bag, stopping himself to instead look around his own arm and down at her. “Wait, hold on, back in the Freljord?” After that was cleared up, he pulled out the desired food and handed her the bag with a confused and quirked brow. “I know the season’s warmer and all, but the Freljord isn’t any safer just because of that, y'know. You can’t just visit it.”

[underdogofthearena]

Stuffing her own face with food, she spoke through muffled cheeks. “Yeah, but I fig’red you wouldn’t be with the trolls the way you are, thought I’d find you near a human settlement, or something.” The cold did tend to play havoc with her...condition, mind you. Something about the near unnatural chill made her partially crystallized innards seize up if she wasn’t careful about dressing properly. “S’not like I’d have that much trouble.” She was clearly lying, stuffing more food into her face and avoiding eye contact.

[trolloflegend]

Groan.

It wouldn’t be quiet. It just refused to shut up. He tried using plants, he tried hunting (which ended horribly), he tried stealing, and ignoring it was clearly not proving useful… Nothing was working. It wouldn’t stop. His stomach would not stop growling at him.

His hunger was beginning to try his patience, but there was not much the Freljordian could do while trapped in this form. The only idea he had was attempting to steal something again, but it was not easy at all now; he still was adjusting to the new shape of his feet, and holding things in these hands was still very awkward. Not to mention he now lugged around his winter garments in a battered sack he had found once he reached further south and away from the Freljord and it completely occupied his hands. To top it off, it made maintaining his balance even harder, even with his winter boots.

Eventually the heavy sack was dropped to the ground and the cursed King leaned against a building comfortably after crossing his arms, watching the Demacian city folk pass by as he tried to think. This was too much and too frustrating, but what other options did he have? There had to be some way to silence his still whining stomach, and eating a “fellow” human was sadly out of the question this time.

[trolloflegend]

underdogofthearena:

A large brown paper bag of food was suddenly waved in front of the King’s face, as the young fighter grinned up at him. “Shit, you got small. Heard about some nonsense curse through the grapevine, but you being in Demacia of all places?” Cheri clicked her tongue and whistled, eyeing the crowds. “Desperate times, I guess. But here, food.”

At first he was a little surprised by the bag suddenly waved in his face, not even having noticed the small fighter approach him, but when he recognized the voice and peered down at the familiar woman instantly the hard scowl that had been creasing his features broke and was replaced with what almost appeared to be alarm. How was-? What-?

Trundle blinked a few times at a loss for words in his confusion before glancing around once last time, then plucking the bag from her hand, but he did not open the offering without his eyes first narrowed on her with a puzzled stare. “You being here’s not normal either, y’know.” he retorted calmly despite his reaction. His voice was not as deep as usual, but it still held its natural, gruff grit. The ginger then pulled open the bag and peered inside as he continued; he was surprised and curious, but above all, still starving. “So what’s your business here? This place isn’t fun like Zaun.”

[underdogofthearena]

“Believe it or not, I had a match here.” She shrugged, swaying lightly as she talked. “Just an exhibition thing, sort of a ‘we’re better than YOU’ kinda dick show.” Grinning, she quickly flashed a wad of cash. “I won, of course. Then I grabbed some grub and got ready to find you back in Freljord, but you saved me the trouble by being here.”