Purple with envy Pt1 Creek and Branch

Purple with envy.

Chapter one:

Branch couldn’t help but wonder what was wrong with Poppy lately, it seemed to the grey troll that every time she was around him the pink troll turned into a giggling mess and kept trying with even more enthusiasm than was normal even for Poppy to include him everything which was going on around the troll tree. The princess had even been trying to be cuter than normal around him which had confused the survivalist a lot and the last time they had met Branch had found himself asking Poppy if something was in her eyes because she kept batting her eyes at him. Today the grey troll was out of his bunker collecting sticks for various projects around the bunker when Poppy came skipping up to his side and said to the survivalist. “Hey Branch my man! What are you doing?”

Branch let out a long suffering groan, he didn’t turn to look at her, but addressed the princess in tones which were not at all friendly. “Poppy I am not your man. As for what I am doing I am collecting sticks. What do you want?”

“What do I want?” As Poppy asked him this she very suggestively walked her fingers up his back, instantly the grey troll turner around and glared daggers at the pink troll who simply smiled at him widely and then said to Branch. “What I want is for you to come to my party tonight.”

The survivalist rolled his eyes at the princess, he felt aggravation towards Poppy building in him as the pink toll asked him to yet another one of her parties. “I am not going to one of your death trap parties.”

“Really are you sure about that Branch?” Poppy asked leaning into Branch smiling at him in a way she thought was enticing.

As she leaned into him the grey troll leaned away from her as his anger towards Poppy built he said to her in a very testy tone of voice. “Poppy personal space!”

The princess rolled her eyes this time, but she stood back from Branch and then pouted cutely at the survivalist as she said. “But, I really want you to be there!

“No!” Branch told her firmly as he continued to pick up sticks from the area around him and put them into his back pack.

“Oh Bbbbrrrraaaaannnnnccccchhhhhh! Pleaseeee! Please! Please! Please!” The princess begged him unashamedly trying to be as cute as possible.

The grey troll eventually tuned out this pleading from Poppy, he carried on with his stick gathering, when he felt sure that the pink troll was done at last, the survivalist turned to look at her and then said to the princess in a firm voice which was bordering on the edge of absolute anger. “No Poppy, no matter how you beg or plead with me I will not go to one of your parties.”

After he refused her request yet again, Poppy grabbed his face, she tried to kiss Branch, when the princess attempted to kiss him the grey troll desperately tried to pull back from her. It was just at that moment that Creek came into the clearing Poppy and Branch were in, he looked at both of the trolls locked in a very strange pose with surprise, the purple troll couldn’t place his finger on why but there was something about this which the guru instantly hated. “Poppy what exactly are you trying to do to Branch?”

“I’m inviting Branch to my party and I’m trying to kiss him!” She told the purple troll bluntly and while the princess was distracted by talking to her friend the survivalist had managed to wriggle out of her grip and move away from her slightly.

Creek couldn’t help but smirk as the grey troll quickly moved away from the princess, he felt a strange sense of pleasure that the survivalist wanted to get as far away from Poppy as possible, the purple troll gestured towards Branch and then said to the princess. “Poppy it really doesn’t look like Branch is very keen on either of those ideas.”

When Creek gestured at him Poppy went after the retreating grey troll, Branch let out a cry which he usually saved for when he was declaring that the Bergens were going to come and get them, before he ran away from the pink troll at full speed. The guru was very surprised when the survivalist, ran behind him, grabbed hold of his arm, then peered around him and said to the princess in a pleading voice. “Please leave me alone Poppy! I don’t want to go to your party and I really do not want you kissing me!”

Poppy glared at Branch behind Creek, but before the princess could lose her temper with the grey troll or try to come after him the purple troll said to her in a very reasonable tone of voice. “Poppy let me talk to Branch about this for you. Why don’t you go back to the troll village to organise the party?”

The pink troll very reluctantly left to go to get the preparations for that night’s party underway, once Branch was sure she was well truly gone he came out from behind Creek and said to him with reluctant thanks. “Thank you for the help with Poppy.”

The grey troll then turned away from the other troll intending to walk away from him when the spiritual troll grabbed his arm to prevent Branch from doing this. Due to the purple trolls hold on his arm the survivalist came to an abrupt halt, he turned to look at Creek holding his arm, he then to the face of the other troll and raised both eyes brows at the guru as he asked him. “Yes, Creek what is it?”

“I think I deserve more than just a thank you for saving you from Poppy Branch.” The spiritual troll told him with a devious smirk playing on his lips.

Branch rolled his eyes at the other male troll as he said this to him and then said to the guru with clear distain lacing his voice. “Oh yes, what exactly did you have in mind instead Creek?”
Using the hold he had on the other troll the purple troll pulled the survivalist closer and then said to him in a slightly deeper voice than normal. “You could give me the kiss Poppy was after from you.”

The grey troll raised an eye brow at Creek as he made this suggestion, he felt sure that the spiritual troll was up to something with this, the survivalist took a step back from him and slowly he pulled his arm out of the grip of the guru’s hand. Branch placed his hands at his waist, he raked his teal eyes over the purple troll very slowly, then met the gaze of Creek and said to him very dismissively. “Hm, no I don’t think I want to waist a kiss on you, but thanks for asking.”

The spiritual troll almost chocked as a combination of rage and humour swept through him as the other troll said this to him. “Oh come on love, I can promise you it would be a kiss the likes of which you’ve never experienced before.”

Branch gave a dismissive sniff, the ego of this troll was so huge he was amazed his head wasn’t the size of a continent already and the grey troll said contemptuously in return for this egocentric statement from Creek. “I highly doubt it.”

“Are you trying to challenge me?” Creek asked him stepping closer to the survivalist as he felt anger sparking in him as Branch so casually dismissed his kissing skills.

The grey rolled his eyes at the guru once more there was that ego again, he placed a hand to the chest to the of the purple troll and pushed him back away from him as he said. “Oh please do us both a favour and go take a very long walk off a very tall mountain.”

“You scared of kissing me love? Maybe your worried that if you kiss me you won’t be able to stop.” Creek said in a gloating tone of voice, before grabbing hold of the other troll’s hand and using it to pull Branch back into him.

The black eye brows of the survivalist flew upwards as the purple troll did this and then Branch said to him in a very steady voice. “Creek, I think you have this the wrong way around, I think it will be you who will be craving the kisses from me after I kiss you.”

The purple troll let out a huff of laughter, he shook his head and then said with complete confidence to Branch. “No I don’t think so love.”

The grey troll decided that enough was enough from Creek, he lifted one hand running the fingers lightly along the cheek of the spiritual toll, he watched his pupils dilate with surprise and desire and then as Branch slipped his other hand out of the other male troll’s hand he said in low pitched whisper to Creek. “So, you think I owe you the kiss Poppy would have stolen huh?”

“I don’t think it love, I know it.” Creek told him with another self-assured grin.

“Really now?” As Branch asked this he ran the fingers of the hand he had used to stroke along the cheek of the other troll under the chin of the other male troll, before he used that hand to pull the guru’s chin down and towards him slightly lining up their mouths for a kiss.

“Yes really.” Creek said his voice full of expectation, he was looking forward Branch kissing him and then being able to torture the other male troll about it and well as the fact he is irresistible to him for ages afterwards. With a small but mischievous smile appearing on his face Branch leant into towards the purple troll, Creek closed his eyes awaiting the kiss which he felt sure was to come next. The survivalist moved quickly, he placed a kiss onto the forehead of the spiritual troll, before Branch then turned and ran hurriedly back to his bunker shutting himself inside it safely away from both Creek and Poppy.