#troll jim

Have a silly drawing of Whelp Jim and Toby. Honestly I liked drawing Toby a lot more this time because I drew his body shape in a way that translates to my brain better. I think they should’ve given him a body shape similar to Barley from Onward. Anyway,he’s naughty lil critter Jim who got into something he shouldn’t and being held up by Toby. Also have Jim fighting nap time.

Chapter 10-

(Recommended song, Dear Pet Rock by tv room)

After leaving Trollmarket the pair walked home together,Jim checked his phone,he had a bit of time before his mom might get worried. It was dark out but it was normal for fall,6pm wasn’t bad; Toby didn’t care at all though,he was busy recounting the experience.

“And then…BOOM! That big axe smacked him away. Oh Jimbo,I was sure I was a goner if that didn’t happen.”

Toby struck a pose as they walked up the driveway of his house,hands on his hips,chest puffed out, “Trollhunter who? You’re looking at Tobias Domzalski the buttwhooper; you better watch out now Jimbo.”

Jim busted out laughing,his best friend joining him,smiles on their faces while Toby got his house key from his pocket. The laughter and excitement slowly faded away from Jim’s system,his gaze settling on Toby’s back; he was standing on the porch,jiggling the key into the lock. A lump had formed in his throat,making it uncomfortable to swallow,where that warm laughter bubbled in his chest now ached with hollow pressure.

He stood behind Toby who was saying something about being sore from the duel,he tugged the back of his friend's vest. Toby paused his actions and was about to turn to face Jim but felt a weight atop his head stop him. Jim rested his forehead atop his shorter friend,the distinct scent of laundry detergent mixed with sweat tickling his nose. His friend was warm,alive,vibrantly him,it made his nose sore and his eyes hot. When he spoke his voice was hoarse and soft,only loud enough for Toby to hear due to proximity.

“You’re not allowed to die, Tobes, okay?”

Toby scoffed playfully,“Tch,Ima live forever!”

But he didn’t get any response from Jim,not even an amused huff of air,instead he felt something hot and wet splash the back of his neck. He realized Jim was actually crying…his brain raced to find a way to comfort him even if he couldn’t understand why. A thought came to him,had Jim been acting so angsty recently because he was afraid of this?

He sighed,then turned to face Jim,who lifted his head and let go of his sweater vest. The dim porch light let him see his friend's face,his complexion was pale and his eyes were glassy. Toby thought Jim looked at him like a kicked puppy would,it made his chest feel stuffy.

“Jim,is this why you’ve been acting so weird since I picked up the amulet?”

Jim didn’t reply,just shifted his gaze away slightly.

Toby pursed his lips with thoughtfulness and then showed a gentle smile, “Jimbo,I can’t promise that I won’t die doing this. It’s a lie to say I’m not scared too…I mean come on Jim, look at us. I’m happy you’ve stuck with me through all this craziness, that way I know I haven’t lost my mind. I can only promise you that I’ll do my best not to die, as long as you promise to do the same. Oh and you need to tell me what’s going on with you,you used to tell me everything on your mind. We’re best buds after all, always have been and always will be, okay?”

He gave a light punch at Jim’s arm,realizing even more tears were silently streaming down his friend's face,he panicked.

“Whoa! Uh,come on Jimbo, don't cry!”

Jim sniffed and wiped his face with his sleeve and then showed a smile even though his eyes were still red.

“I promise.” His voice was hoarser now, “Sorry I haven’t been myself lately,there’s so much I've wanted to tell you but I just didn’t want to overwhelm you.”

Toby grinned, “you can tell me slowly if it helps,doesn’t have to be everything at once.” He crossed his arms, “I was starting to think you were in love with me because of how clingy you’ve gotten recently. Glad I’m not crazy,I’m not sure what goes on a wedding registry these days.” He shrugged,happy to see Jim chuckle at his teasing,the atmosphere feeling less heavy.

After unlocking the door the two went inside,Toby saw two teacups and a tray of cookies on the table; weirdly though he didn’t see Nana anywhere in the kitchen.

“Nana?” He called out while Jim had gone over to the table,touching the cup of tea,it was still warm. Toby on the other hand had found his Nana dead asleep on the couch. Suddenly, all the lights in the house went out,

“A power outage?” Toby groaned,but a chill ran down both their spines. This was amplified further when sounds like claws hitting wood flooring could be heard,then followed by eerie whistling.

Both teenagers' blood ran cold,Toby felt fear at something unknown inside his house; but Jim knew what this was. The clicking footsteps scraped down the uncarpetted stairs,the whistling getting closer.

“Tobes,” Jim hissed in a hushed voice,even though he was pointless with a troll's hearing, “summon the armor.”

This was bad timing,Toby was already exhausted from his fight with Draal,sore and injured even though he tried to hide how much bruised ribs hurt.

“Aw what’s wrong Trollhunter? You don’t like my home welcoming? Your grandmother was quite hospitable.”

Nomura spoke from halfway up the stairs,her glowing green eyes pinned on Toby,the sarcastic lilt in her raspy voice only made it creepier. Her two scythes glowed by her sides,both sides stared at one another in a standoff. The first movement would trigger the fight, Toby startled when one of the cats brushed against his leg. His momentary distraction was the opportunity Nomura took to pounce. She leapt over the railing and swung her scythe down with cruel excitement.

Toby yelped,grabbing a lamp to block it,it was sliced in half easily by Nomura as she continued to press her attack. She whipped her leg out,kicking Toby in the side. He crashed into his Nana's baskets of yarn,sending colorful threads scattering.

Nomura laughed,raising her blade once more,

“Give me the amulet,and maybe I’ll consider sparing your-“

She couldn’t finish her words,Jim let out a beastly roar while landing a kick that threw her to the wall.

“You again!” She sneered,shifting on her hooves. Jim stared at her intensely,she was a skilled fighter,her techniques were meant for assassins. This made her a difficult foe for someone wielding a longsword in close combat,she took advantage of bigger opponents using speed and swift strikes; he would know,she taught him after all. So he summoned a weapon he was versed in too, the pair of hooked thigh daggers,made of black metal with glowing red and indigo runes engraved.

The burst of magic illuminated the room briefly, Nomura watched the Trollhunters companion with peaked curiosity. Jim lowered his stance,his pair of glowing blue eyes flicked back at Toby who pulled himself off the floor.

“Run.”

Toby was astounded when he met Jim’s eyes; they were unfamiliar and inhuman,those glowing cat-like eyes piercing the dark. Not to mention the ‘magic’ Jim had just done. He didn’t dare linger though,deciding to dwell on it when he wasn’t about to get killed. He bolted off to the side,running up the stairs to his room to lock himself inside.

Nomura tried to run past Jim to catch Toby but was blocked by him, she jumped back after their confrontation. Observing him,then he spoke,

“Shall we?” He said with a slight playfulness as both charged in for another confrontation,the two fought intensely. Striking at any openings with the swiftness of snakes,but pulling back to keep distance after each bout. Jim hadn’t noticed the grin that formed on his face while fighting,he had bumped into the radio nearby after being pushed back with force. The classical radio happened to be on, Danse Macabre was playing,ironic to the current battle atmosphere..

They clashed once more,exchanging blows and dodging,Nomura kicked a coffee table in his direction but it was sliced through easily. She used the opportunity to slash at him,cutting open a gash on his chest; shockingly the wound closed up almost immediately,scabbing over with inhuman speed. Jim pressed Nomura,going so far as pushing her outside the house into the backyard. They stood under the moon's dim lighting and the flickering street lamps.

“Enough!” It had been bugging her the whole fight,why did this skinny flesh bag almost mirror her fighting style? Nomura howled, her chest heaving from their battle, fiercely gazing at him and demanding. “What in the world are you? A wizard? You don’t have the stink of a normal flesh bag.”

Jim gave her a cocky smile,putting weight on one hip and wiggling his dagger.

“I dunno,you’d have to ask the Mountain King.”

He shrugged,seeing her face twisting with annoyance and confusion,she wanted to ask what he meant but didn’t get the chance. She was sent flying by a large rolling blue troll that came crashing from the woods.

“Draal!”

Draal snorted, “Nomura”

The changeling and troll exchanged several blows,tension strong between them,but the changeling eventually fled the backyard. This only left Draal and Jim,who had already let the daggers in his hands vanish. He saw the battle was over and let out a heavy sigh,they needed to clean up the house. Not to mention probably explain a little to Toby. Draal had been staring at him,those fiery orange eyes looked at him warily.

“You are the skinny fleshbag that hangs around the Trollhunter.”

Jim could tell what he wanted to ask,he looked down at his hands,only nine fingers,he touched his face. Even if he couldn’t really tell,he was sure that something about his current appearance sold him out as inhuman right now.

Master post of chapter links!

(I will add links to this when I post each chapter to make this easier to follow along with)

Chapter 1-

Chapter 2-

Chapter 3-

Chapter 4-

Chapter 5-

Chapter 6-

Chapter 7-

Chapter 8-

Chapter 9-

Chapter 10-

So there is this thing that in my opinion is quite popular in the fandom: characters going feral due to different circumstances (Jim and his Troll instincts type shit, Claire being possessed type shit) and honestly? Im disliking this soooo muuuuchhhhh

Me stumbling upon this plot move in fics gets me to a thought: am i the only one thinking getting a character act like a literal puppy is just kind of.. weird? Not only that it often just feels lazy and works as a shortcut to the culmination but it’s something on a level of infantilizing i guess. Basically romanticizing animalistic behavior but if the subject was HOT lmao . One could even find this problematic.

+ it just makes me sad when i find a fifth jlaire oneshot that makes James ask Claire to cuddle him awkwardly because his troll ass demands it on this particular day of the month and Claire goes all nonchalant and just does it like COME ON THIS IS NOT EVEN ROMANTIC AT THIS POINT!

This is just my superficial thoughts on this topic so if anyone has anything to say about this I’d like to maybe explore more about this and get to a real conclusion not just straight up hate stuff cuz it’s weird. Yeah 😔

Chapter 9:

(This chapter might be a little shorter than normal,I did my best writing this fight scene.)

Toby POV-

I'm gonna die.

I looked over at Jim who was standing by Blinky and ARRRGH,then turned my focus back to Draal who was grinning with arrogance across the forge. The sound of cheering trolls came from overhead,

“Jim, I don’t know if I can do this; if I don’t come back, just know you’re my best friend and one of the most important people in the world to me.”

I watched Jim’s face soften looking down at me with his lake blue eyes,there was something in his gaze I didn’t understand. But the words he spoke next made the unease that had been making my limbs feel heavy fade.

“You got this Tobes,after you beat Draal we should get tacos. I still owe you for the last week, remember? Plus you’re the Trollhunter! Have more faith in yourself, remember everything you’ve learned up to this point.”

It was difficult to have the burden of being the first human Trollhunter. Sure I didn’t voice it but I had my doubts,why would some great responsibility fall on me? I’m just a fat braces wearing outcast…I live with my Nana and I don’t have much else going for me. (End first person pov)

Toby shook his head. He couldn’t think like this! He slapped his cheeks and gave a metal filled smile to his friends, “you’re right! I can do this,those tacos won’t eat themselves.”

He walked to the opposite of Draal across the not yet activated forge; Vendal slammed his staff down,silencing the chattering trolls.

“Gathered trollkind! The Trollhunter has laid a challenge before the son of his predecessor! And you shall all bear witness to the ensuing battle, which will be one for the ages... if not remarkably painful and short.” The last part quietly muttered, Vendal introduced both parties before the fight started.

Draal grinned at Toby who summoned his armor,the battle began,the Heroes Forges parts started grinding. The mechanisms screeched while moving,and Draal charged at him,becoming a rolling projectile towards him.

Jim watched intensely from the side,this was his first test and lesson for Toby. He had only pretended to react badly to Draal’s insult to Blinky,sure it did tick him off but he had to exaggerate. It was only by pushing Toby to duel Draal that he would feel a closer threat than Bular. Toby had to become stronger quickly,when he was the Trollhunter in his timeline he barely managed by the skin of his teeth at the start. By fighting Draal he would know what fighting was really like,it seems easy with a magic sword but you have to learn to use it.

Draal tumbled towards Toby,who turned around and threw the sword at the rolling blue troll; it tripped up the smooth rolling path. Toby thought he’d found a way to stop Draal and prepared to throw the sword again but was charged at. Caught off guard,the large troll had elbowed Toby in the stomach; a hollow bell-like thump echoed from the armor. The chestnut haired teen was bounced off the rock wall,the armor softening the blow slightly with a burst of turquoise magic.

Toby crashed to the ground and lay there with the wind knocked out of him. Draal approached him as he lay there,ready to strike a final blow,but of course not without gloating first.

“Is this really all Trollhunter? How pathetic,how can you protect Trollkind if you can’t even protect yourself. Consider your death a mercy.”

The blue stone fist rose to strike,but Draal stiffened as pain shot through him like electricity. Toby, who had been laying on the ground, pretended like he was still struggling to get his bearings; but when Draal was distracted giving his speech he gathered strength in his leg and kicked up.

“Third rule…go for the gronk-knucks!”

Toby pushed himself up from the ground while Draal struggled to stay up right. The ground below shifted as the Forge's mechanics changed form. Toby stabbed Daylight into the stone,the crevice opening to show giant metal gears and lava below. The teen realized that he had to move or he’d be left hanging vertically by his sword,so he ran. Draal shook off his body,feeling the tilting floor,clawed up the platform, chasing after his opponent.

Jim watched all this intensely from Blinky’s arms,when Toby had been knocked flat after hitting the wall he had wanted to run out to save his friend. But the scholarly troll told him he couldn’t interfere,it was good that he had held him back. It was hard for him to watch his best friend getting thrown around and beat up,Toby’s death was still too fresh in his mind. He had been working hard to forget it,burying himself in trying to change this timeline.

Toby was knocked back again by Draal who caught him and punched down,it was parried by the flat of the blade but the force made him stumble. He heard a gear behind him, he lost footing and ducked right as Draal was going in for another strike. The troll was caught off guard,and was slammed by the heavy metal axe that was released by the forge’s mechanism.

Draal let out a roar warped with a yell of surprise as he was sent flying,skidding off the platform. Toby gasped and ran over,relief flooding him when he saw that Draal was holding onto the side with one hand.

“Do it Trollhunter.” The troll's voice was hoarse with defeat and acceptance of death.

Toby gazed at him for a moment,rule number two stirring in his heart,he’d finish the fight his way. He leaned down and grabbed the one hand holding on and then offered his other to the free dangling one. When he pulled Draal up the trolls above began to boo him but Toby stood his ground. His green eyes fell on Jim who was grinning wildly and hugging Blinky with joy,their eyes met.

Jim gave him a thumbs up with both hands,Toby puffed his chest out with confidence. He won!

To celebrate they went to the Troll Pub,proud of Toby,who was still full of adrenaline. Jim was actually looking forward to being able to sit down and eat some troll food before going home. His changing body had caused him to feel hungry more often,and this would give him a chance to tell the others his account of the museum.

Blinky and ARRRGH sat down at a table,speaking Trollish to a passing troll that offered them glug. The same troll placed a metal sheet of salty niblets and an assortment of different minerals in front of them.

Toby curiously reached for a salty niblet and tossed it into his mouth, Blinky spoke up. “Young Jim,Master Tobias told me about the experience at the museum. Is this true?”

Jim,seated by ARRRGH, looked up with a mouthful of wood charcoal nugget. He nodded and swallowed it down to speak up, “Yes,the museum curator is a changeling.” Jim reached out and grabbed a clay niblet,continuing his words.

“There was also the Killahead bridge.” He mumbled the last part a little more quietly,he chewed the clay,feeling the crunch; he didn’t notice Blinky’s intense stare at him. He was busy mentally trying to plan for the likelihood that Enrique would be taken by goblins soon.

Toby had also shot him a weird look,how could Jim eat this stuff without changing face? The group discussed a little more before Blinky settled on speaking to Vendal.