Hey there, Anon!
So, I think that, for the most part, Floyd, Clay & Bruce wouldn't really have much of a reaction to Hickory, outside of being happy for JD. Primarily because none of them have any context for who Hickory is.
Branch, though? Hoo, boy! They never really did reconcile him with Hickory before the end of the second movie, did they?
This fic has nothing to do with my current Hickdory series. It is its own, stand alone fic!
I hope you enjoy❤️
Branch had, quite honestly, not been expecting to ever see Hickory again. Or, if he did, he was only expecting to see him in passing while the ex-bounty hunter was visiting Pop Village, or when he traveled with Poppy on a royal delegation trip to Lonesome Flats (as that was, according to Poppy, where Hickory had decided to settle). He was very much not expecting to find him chatting pleasantly with John Dory while the two had lunch in the market, their fingers intertwined over the table they were sitting at.
"What the…?" Branch muttered to himself, frozen next to the market stall he'd just been perusing, only to jerk into motion as John spotted him and waved him over with a shout. He quickly moved across the market, shooting awkward little smiles at any troll who greeted him as he went.
"Branch!" John Dory said cheerfully as his youngest brother made it to the table, "What's up, bro? There's someone I'd like you to meet!"
"Oh. We've met," Branch grumbled, arching an eyebrow at Hickory, who had the decency to look embarrassed as Branch stared him down.
"Really? Huh. Small world," John said with a light laugh, the tension between Hickory and Branch flying right over his head. "Well then, I'll skip the introductions."
"Mmm," Branch hummed, scowling at Hickory, who tipped his hat a bit so he was no longer making eye contact with the blue troll. "Yeah, we go a fair ways back. Where'd you two meet?"
John let out a quiet laugh, pulling his hand away from Hickory's to tap his fingers idly across the table. "That is a bit of a story, honestly," he admitted, only to startle slightly as Branch pulled over a chair and sat himself between his brother and Hickory.
"I'm not busy," Branch stated bluntly, sitting back and folding his arms over his chest. Hickory shot him an odd look, but Branch ignored him. "Do tell."
With another quiet chuckle, John rocked backwards in his chair, before letting the legs drop back to the ground with an audible thud. "Well, truth be told, I haven't always been, uh, in every trolls good graces."
"You don't say," Branch snorted, leaning his elbow on the table so he could rest his chin in the palm of his hand.
"John, maybe ya don't need to tell this story," Hickory murmured, leaning forward a bit in his seat, only to startle backwards as Branch shot him a glare.
"Let him tell his story," Branch grit out, satisfied when Hickory held his hands up in a placating gesture, settling back.
John glanced between the two, his brow slightly furrowed at the interaction. "Uhm…well, so, like I was saying, not in every trolls good books, as it were. So, obviously, a bounty was put out on me."
"Obviously," Branch snorted, shooting Hickory another look, only for the yodeler turned country troll to glare right back. This surprised Branch into sitting up, turning a questioning look to his brother.
"Hickory and his brother, Dickory, they took the bounty and came after me. Caught me off guard when I was on my way back to Rhonda after scavenging some berries out on the Neverglade Trail," John said with a laugh, grinning at Hickory who returned the smile with a small one of his own. "They eventually got me hogtied, and tossed me into the back of a wagon. But, they neglected to take Rhonda into account."
"To be fair, she'd been pretty far from where we'd caught ya. No one expects an armadillo bus," Hickory noted, his expression lightening as John told his story.
"No one expects an armadillo bus. Ha!" John laughed, smacking the table lightly, "I'm gonna get that on a bumper sticker. But anyway, Rhonda is trained, while we're traveling, to come find me if I'm away from her too long. So she comes barreling out of a bush at the wagon, while these two numpties are screaming about being eaten."
"Ya did tell us yer pet was gonna eat us. We just didn't take ya seriously."
"And that sucked for you, but it worked out well for me. She knocked over the wagon, nearly sending me face first into a river, while Hick and his brother were trying to fend Rhonda off. She was mostly just confused and excited, and thought they were trying to play with her, I think. I managed to get my emergency knife out of my hair and got free before anybody got hurt, thankfully. Rhonda and I took off," John said with a cheeky grin, while Hickory chuckled quietly.
"One of the few marks that got away," Hickory noted, leaning his elbows on the table with what Branch could only describe as hearts in his eyes.
John Dory flushed, while Branch gagged slightly at the looks the two were giving each other. He cleared his throat after a moment, causing them both to turn their attention to him. "Okay. So, you got away. That doesn't explain this," Branch noted, gesturing vaguely between the two.
"Oh, well, the bounty got called off after a while. After that, we sort of kept accidentally running into each other," John explained, "I ruined a couple of their hunts, if I'm being honest."
"Kept gettin' in the way, or springin' our traps before they were meant to be sprung," Hickory chuckled with a slight nod, "A right troublesome troll, this one."
"Pretty sure Dickory still wants to clean my clock for the debacle near Vibe City," John added, the two sharing a smile that told Branch there was a story there that he probably didn't want to hear.
"Anyway," John cleared his throat, "Eventually I ran into Hickory in Lonesome Flats, after the whole rockapocalypse ordeal. He was trying to make a life for himself there, and we got to talking. Eventually I mentioned you guys," John gestured at Branch, "And Hickory was the one who let me know you were alive."
"How long was that before you came looking for us?" Branch asked, tilting his head slightly.
"Oh, uh…a coupe of weeks," John admitted, looking guilty. "I mean, you know I didn't come looking for you until I got Velvet's fake letter. I didn't figure any of you wanted to see me again, until then. Plus, I only knew where you were. I couldn't really figure out a good way to suddenly pop into my baby brother's life again without it being weird."
"Hey now," Hickory reached across the table, taking John's hand in his own and giving it a little squeeze, "You were doin' yer best."
Branch snorted quietly, frowning at their joined hands on the table, before scowling at John. "So, you're perfectly aware of his bounty hunting past. Great. Did he tell you that he's part of the reason the rockapocalypse was even a thing in the first place? He lied to Poppy and me to get to the pop string. He's the reason Poppy got captured!"
John blinked, taken aback by Branch's outburst. Branch simply glared at him, noting but uncaring of the trolls milling around their table, quite obviously eavesdropping for gossip. Hickory, in the meantime, eased his hand away from John's, looking contrite as he ducked his head slightly.
"That's what I thought," Branch grumbled, standing from his seat. "You," he jabbed a finger towards Hickory, who jerked back slightly in surprise, "Stay away from my brother. I don't care if Poppy forgave you for what you did, because I don't. I don't trust you, and the last thing that I want is for you and your brother to rip my family apart when I finally just got it back again."
"Branch," John Dory murmured, standing from his seat, only to flinch back a bit as Branch turned his ire on his brother.
"No, John Dory. If you care about me at all you will not see him again," Branch seethed, before storming away without a backwards glance.
~
"John, please…"
"You heard him, Hickory. I can't. I can't do that to him. Not again."
~
Poppy jumped off the elevator to the bunker before it could even finish its descent, looking absolutely distraught as she moved through the bunker to where Branch was sitting at his kitchen table.
"Poppy?" Branch stood from his seat upon seeing the look on his girlfriends face, worry immediately surging through him, "What's wrong?"
"Oh, Branch," Poppy sniffed, "It's awful!"
"What is it?"
"Hickory is leaving town."
Branch stopped, his worry evaporating as a look of disinterest settled on his face. "That's all?"
"What do you mean 'That's all'?!" Poppy scoffed, hands on her hips, "After all the trouble I went through to even get him to visit?! I found out from Delta that she saw Hickory hanging out with John Dory before he went to search for you and your brothers. She said they were getting, oh, what'd she say…'real sweet on each other'. I thought it'd be nice to get him to visit and get them back together, since they've both been having trouble settling in. Now Hickory is leaving, and I don't think they've even had a chance to reconnect!"
"Oh, they reconnected, all right," Branch groused, going back to the puzzle he'd left on the kitchen table.
Poppy frowned, following Branch. "What do you mean?"
"I saw them having lunch together in the market," Branch said with a shrug.
"And?" Poppy prompted, tilting her head as she stood across from Branch.
"And I told John about what Hickory did," Branch said with a shrug, picking up a puzzle piece idly, "During Barb's 'World Tour'."
Poppy stared at Branch as he fiddled with the piece, her frown deepening at how dodgy he was being. "What did you do, Branchifer?"
"Just what I said," Branch said, not meeting Poppy's eye as he placed the piece into his puzzle.
"You're not telling me everything," Poppy groused, placing a hand over the puzzle, "You're avoiding eye contact and being all," she wiggled her fingers in the air.
"What does," Branch mimicked her finger wiggling, "even mean?"
"It means you're being all weird and avoiding telling me something! Branch! I thought we were talking to each other now," Poppy huffed, stepping back to place her hands on her hips.
Branch huffed and fidgeted under Poppy's glare for a moment before letting out a breath and throwing his arms into the air. "Okay, fine! I told John not to see Hickory again. I'm still mad at him for getting you captured!"
"Branch!" Poppy gasped, "You know I forgave Hickory for that. He even tried to stop Barb from capturing me!"
"I know! I know…" Branch groaned as he raked his fingers through his hair, tilting his head back to rest it against the back of his chair. "They were holding hands, and I just…got mad."
"You got mad because they were holding hands?" Poppy parroted, arching an eyebrow.
"It sounds so bad, I know!" Branch sat up. "But when I saw them, all I could think of was…what if Hickory is planning something? I have no idea what John Dory did for twenty years, but by his own confession he's had a bounty put on his head in the past. I know Hickory told you he was turning over a new leaf, but I don't trust him."
"Oh, Branch," Poppy sighed, walking over to place a hand on her boyfriends shoulder, giving it a little squeeze, "You're afraid Hickory is going to take JD away, aren't you?"
"I mean, obviously," Branch snorted, waving a hand through the air, "Glitter only knows if he's got another bounty out on him or not."
"No, no. I mean…away from you," Poppy sighed, reaching out to tip Branch's face towards her. "JD's been living in Pop Village for a few months now, since we got back with Floyd. But Clay went back to the putt putt trolls, Bruce is on Vacay Island, and Floyd told you that once he's better he needs to go back to Mount Rageous to tie up some loose ends he left behind, and he's not sure how long it will take. JD is the only one who hasn't said he's going anywhere, and you were the most angry with him before everything happened. It only makes sense that you'd get upset with him when something comes along that might take him away, too."
"John's told me that he was thinking about moving to Pop Village," Branch said with a slight shake of his head, frowning up at Poppy.
"But if he and Hickory get together, he might choose to move to Lonesome Flats, instead. We both know that's where he was before everything happened."
Branch swallowed thickly, pulling his face away from Poppy's hold and turning to fiddle with his puzzle again. Poppy sighed, letting her hands fall to her sides. She watched Branch for a moment, before turning to head back to the elevator platform. "You know," she hummed once she was stood on the platform, "Hickory can't leave until morning, because that's when the balloon is scheduled to head to Lonesome Flats. Biggie told me he saw JD heading to Rhonda with his goggles over his eyes and what looked like tear tracks on his cheeks." She tugged on the elevator lever to get it moving, and watched as Branch had an internal battle with himself, before he stood abruptly, his chair clattering to the floor.
"Wait!"
~
Branch scowled as he stalked towards the balloon platform, where Hickory was sat between his scant luggage with his hat tipped over his face, obviously taking a nap. He paused once he reached the country troll, folding his arms over his chest as he kicked at Hickory's foot. "Wake up."
Hickory startled into wakefulness with a shout, sitting up quickly, a small knife appearing in his hand from glitter only knew where. Branch arched an eyebrow as Hickory fixed his hat enough that he could see it was Branch who had woken him up. "Oh," he murmured after a moment, relaxing and tucking the knife under his hat, "It's you."
"What's that supposed to mean?"
Hickory sighed, leaning back against the platform to stare up at Branch. He looked tired. "Exactly what I said. It's you. Look, I can't leave town until mornin'. Yer gonna have to deal with that."
"No, that's not why I-" Branch cut himself off with a groan, letting his arms drop to his sides, "I'm not here to pick a fight with you, Hickory. Or to tell you to get out of town faster. I came here to apologize."
"S'at so?" Hickory said with a quiet laugh. "Well, go on then."
Branch bit the inside of his cheek and counted to ten before he puffed out a breath and let his posture relax. It wouldn't do him any good to keep being angry at Hickory, especially since he truly had no reason to be. Poppy had been saved, the troll kingdoms were at peace, and Hickory was just trying to live his life. "I wanted to apologize for getting so angry at you earlier today. So, I'm sorry."
Hickory watched Branch for a moment with a contemplative look, before giving a small nod and leaning back against the platform, tipping his hat back over his face. "Apology accepted."
Branch gaped for a minute, staring down at the country troll in disbelief. "That's it?!" he asked, throwing his arms out wide.
"Did ya expect somethin' more?" Hickory asked, frowning slightly as he peeked up at Branch from beneath the brim of his hat.
"I expected you to get up and go find my brother!" Branch snapped, waving his arms around, "You two were giving each other starry eyes almost the whole time I was at the table with you earlier! So, what? I got upset and suddenly you don't care about him anymore?"
"S'not that," Hickory grumbled, sighing as he shoved himself onto his feet and quickly dusting his pants off. "I care about John Dory a whole lot. An' we've got a whole lotta history. But he made it plain as day that unless you tell 'im it's okay for us to see each other, I'm not welcome 'round these parts. An', quite frankly, I'm not sure I fancy bein' with somebody who'd be so quick to tell me to go kick rocks."
"He cried!" Branch blurted, his cheeks flushing as Hickory gave him an odd look for his outburst. "I…Biggie saw him crying. Because you were leaving. John Dory doesn't cry. So, you must mean a lot to him, too."
"But, not as much as you," Hickory said with a shrug,
"That's because John is stupid," Branch said with a wry grin, "He'll put everyone and everything before himself every damn day. I've seen him do it, over and over again these last couple of months, and I just," he sighed, rubbing at his face, "I made a mistake, okay? I knew he'd make you leave if I gave him that ultimatum. And I feel awful for it. John deserves to be happy, too."
"He does," Hickory easily agreed, tucking his thumbs into the belt loops on his pants. "Does that mean you'll come with me to apologize to 'im, too?"
Branch sighed tiredly, but nodded. "Yeah. Let's go."
~
"I'm coming, I'm coming! Hold your horses," John groused at the incessant knocking on Rhonda's door. He pulled it open to find a grumpy looking Branch and an amused Hickory standing outside. "Uhh," he blinked, stepping back from the doorway, "Come in?"
"Thanks," Branch grumbled as he stepped inside, followed shortly by Hickory with a quiet, "Much obliged."
John cocked his head slightly and frowned, watching as Branch began to fiddle with his vest, only to be jabbed in the side by Hickory's elbow. "I feel like I missed something…?"
"Right, sorry, yeah," Branch cleared his throat, shooting Hickory a glare, "I came here to apologize for my outburst today at lunch. It was brash and uncalled for."
"…And?" Hickory prompted when Branch didn't seem to be forthcoming with anything more.
"And I was wrong. About Hickory," Branch added, gesturing vaguely at the troll stood next to him. "He's not so bad. I guess."
"I'll take it," Hickory chuckled, tipping his hat slightly at Branch, who simply continued to glare.
"I'm still confused?" John admitted, scratching at his cheek.
Branch sighed heavily, rubbing his hands over his face. "You can date Hickory, if you want," he finally spat out, his stance deflating, "Biggie told Poppy he'd seen you crying, after we split up at the market."
John sputtered at Branch, looking between him and Hickory, his cheeks darkening. "Wh-what? I did not cry! I don't cry-" he began, only to stop short as Hickory stepped forward. He jerked back on instinct, only to practically melt into Hickory's hand as the ex-bounty hunter cupped his cheek.
"Hey now, sugar cube," Hickory cooed, ignoring Branch's quiet gagging behind him, "There's no need to get all defensive. I think it's mighty sweet that you'd get so upset over me."
John lifted his hand to hold Hickory's against his face, sighing quietly. "You and Rhonda have been the only constants in my life for the last decade. How could I not be upset at the thought of losing you?" he murmured, only to jerk in surprise when Branch cleared his throat loudly. John cheeks grew impossibly darker, coughing quietly as he pulled Hickory's hand from his face, but kept it tightly clasped in his own. "You heard nothing," he hissed at Branch, who scrunched his nose up at John.
"I wish," Branch scoffed, "I'm gonna leave before this gets any more sappy."
"Like you're one to talk," John called as Branch headed to the door, "I've seen the dumbstruck look on your face when you catch a glimpse of Poppy!"
"Good bye, John Dory," Branch waved over his shoulder, opening the door. He paused for a moment, turning to shoot one last glare at Hickory. "If you hurt my brother, I will hunt you down." And with that he hoped out of Rhonda, the door swinging shut behind him.
"Are all yer brothers that dramatic?"
"Mmm, yeah. Pretty much."
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