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A/N: Short stories about Trolls! ThatOneTrollsFangirl on Wattpad for the mistletoe suggestion! Merry Christmas!

One Word. Mistletoe.

The Troll Village was completely covered in lights, snow, presents, and tinsel. So much tinsel. Which was to be expected when the holiday they were celebrating was called TinselFest. Trolls had been celebrating TinselFest since the shiny bits of shimmer had been discovered growing from tinsel bushes ages ago. Nowadays, there were a few families of trolls who were devoted to growing and harvesting tinsel just for the holiday season.

Branch, unlike most of the community, was not a big fan of tinsel.

"I think that's enough…" he said, scrunching his face up as Satin and Chenille tossed two more armloads of the silver-y mess around the entrance to his bunker.

"Not yet," Satin said.

"It's not nearly shiny enough."

"You could see this place from space," Branch protested. "The lights are a bit much."

"I think they're perfect!" Poppy exclaimed. She was up on a vine, twirling lights around and basically creating a glittering extravaganza around Branch's home.

Branch smirked. "You would think that."

Since the Bergens weren't an issue any longer, Poppy had been trying to get Branch to move into an actual pod, but hey, old habits were hard to break. Plus, he had been working on the bunker for years, and if was hard to just leave it behind and move into a tree again. And on top of all that, you never knew when disaster would strike.

Poppy slid down the vine and did a cartwheel then a flip, landing stylishly next to Branch. She bumped his hip with her own and grinned at him. "Are you really super duper sure you don't want a tinsel tree?"

"For the six thousandth time, yes, I'm sure," Branch said, rolling his eyes at her.

"Ugh, you're such a humbug," she said, but she was smiling.

"You like me that way."

"I also like tinsel trees."

"You like me more."

"Mmm…maybe?"

"Poppy…"

The two of them had been an item since the Great Adventure of Awesomeness, as Poppy called it, and they could usually be found hanging out and teasing each other and occasionally cuddling.

"Hey, what should I do with this?" Cooper asked. Suki was wearing an extremely shiny wreath around his long neck and looking around for somewhere to hang it. "Branch doesn't exactly have a door…"

"You can take it with you, then," Branch said, crossing his arms, "And you can take the rest of it back too."

"Aw, but it looks so nice," Biggie said. He, DJ Suki, and Guy Diamond were making a snowman nearby, one that happened to be covered in glitter, courtesy of Guy.

"It looks like a glitter pod exploded."

"Come on, Branch, get festive, Branch!" Poppy declared. She started humming a TinselFest tune and draped a handful of tinsel over Branch's bright blue hair. He let it stay for a moment, at least until Poppy started tickling his nose with another clump of tinsel. He let out a shout and playfully lunged for her, making her yelp and dart back. His plan backfired, however, since she ended up throwing the tinsel at him, covering him with the glimmering strips of silver.

"Nice," Poppy said through her giggles as Branch tried to brush some of the tinsel off.

"Hey, look what I found," Smidge boomed, sounding smug. She had a huge chunk of some kind of plant wrapped up in her hair, and she was holding it over Branch and Poppy.

"Look out!" Branch flinched and pushed Poppy away so the big twig wouldn't fall on her, but she stepped right back toward him.

"Branch, don't you know what that is?"

"A safety hazard," he replied, giving her another gentle push. This time, she pushed back, her hands pressed against his.

"Nope!" She grinned and pointed up. "It's mistletoe."

"Is it poisonous?" Branch asked, looking at it skeptically.

"Noooo," Poppy said, shaking her head. Her eyes grew soft as she leaned forward. "You don't know about mistletoe?"

"Um…should I?"

"I think you'll like it," she said, taking another step toward him. "You're supposed to kiss when you get trapped under mistletoe."

"Oh." Branch's cheeks reddened, and it wasn't from the cold. "Um…"

"We're under the mistletoe."

"I see that." He gave her a small smile. "Can I kiss you then?"

"That's what you're supposed to do!"

Branch smirked and leaned forward, stealing a small, sweet kiss from Poppy. Around them, the others cheered or laughed, pleased that their friends had found a special moment in all the holiday craziness.