It's Raining - imadumdumjewel - Trolls (DreamWorks Movies) [Archive of Our Own] (2024)

Gloss, lying in bed, wishes he didn’t overestimate himself.

It all began with Veneer peering at the pod’s door and saying “It’s raining…”

“Yeah, it’s been raining frequently, dear. Our clothes at this rate aren’t gonna be dried-” Gloss replied to his husband, who suddenly freaked out upon remembrance, “OMG, we’ve forgotten the clothes we’ve been hanging outside!”

“Don’t worry, hun! I’ll grab them!” Gloss wanted to be the prince in shining armor, and hurriedly rushed outside of the pod before Ven could protest at all. He always found his husband to be the clumsy one, so it had been his duty to ensure nothing would go south with retrieving the soaked clothes as soon as possible.

Storming into the downpour, Gloss tried his hardest to remain calm, despite frantically seizing almost flying socks, shirts, trousers and even underwear for himself, Ven and the kids. He’s a prince, for Rageous sake, and he couldn’t afford to disappoint them!

“Are you sure you’re gonna make it through?! The rain is pretty bad out there!” Ven was still concerned for him despite having refuge inside the cozy pod.

“I’m fine! Just one more towel!” Gloss insisted, while still panicking and clutching onto one of the towels that almost flew off into the horizons. Gotta impress his bae!

When he retrieved everything and retreated to the pod, he was utterly drenched. Ven even commented, “Hon! You look AWFUL! I’m getting the blow dryer!”

“Nah! It’s just a minor soak! Just natural drying will be enough!” Gloss was still unrelenting, even when he then had one snotty sneeze, “ACHOO!!”

He had abs that Ven and even Crimp vie for. He would be fine-

Until the next morning when he was coughing, sneezing and then having a Family Guy death pose lethargically.

It wasn’t just the clothes that needed to be dried again when the sun had returned…

It’s also him being feverishly stuck in bed with a forehead cold pad, his bendy arms all wobbly and useless, and being mostly naked except in skivvies while covered by a blanket.

A regal prince, a beautiful peaco*ck, having fallen from grace, confined in bed! All because of his hubris!

What will the klutzy, silly, adorable Venny do without him?!

Gloss’s overly dramatic overthinking is halted in its tracks, when Veneer pushes through the pod’s curtains,

“Hey honey, I told FJ & Sparkles to head off and play with Floyd, who agreed to look after them for us for this period of time. Sorry that I have gotten you into this sticky situation…” Ven is a full blown hazmat suit to avoid potential infection from Gloss’s fever, while actually cautiously holding onto a thermal flask of warm soup.

Venny being able to cook edible soup? Gloss realizes he keeps forgetting how much Venny’s cooking has been improving just to make sure the kids won’t fall sick from eating his former crap.

“You must’ve been starving. Here, have some corn and pumpkin soup.” The hazmat-suited husband tenderly and carefully scoops a spoonful of soup from the flask, feeding his sick partner to ensure the latter is well-fed. “Eat slowly, or you’ll burn your tongue.”

Gloss’s already feverish cheeks flush even redder, more crimson than the rarely sighted blood moon. Veneer has evolved so much as a person, despite mostly still being sassy, goofy and fun-loving. He used to believe Ven would be too dependent on him, but now? He’s the one being looked after by the changed man next to him.

He tentatively sips the soup from the spoon, heeding his spouse’s advice. Immediately, the soup’s warmth eases his sore body’s pain just a little. It’s ordinary soup, but the heat always cancels out the cold.

“You’re not feeling rainy now, my prince?” Veneer playfully teases, which prompts Gloss to blush even further. The sick prince is an over-inflated balloon that’s gonna explode imminently.

His embarrassment only encourages Veneer to smirk even further, until both of them burst into laughter.

With such a loving spouse who is there for him even when he’s weak, suddenly the rain that drenched him and the couple and their children’s clothes the day before no longer troubles the ill prince.

Because his sunny darling has heated his heart up, as mellow as the rising sun that has casted the clouds of rain away.