The afternoon sun poured through the towering columns of Athena’s temple, casting long golden beams across the polished marble floor. It should have been a place of wisdom, strategy, and serious reflection.
Instead, Odysseus was attempting to throw grapes into the air and catch them in his mouth.
Athena watched from her throne with growing disbelief.
For several minutes she endured the spectacle in silence. A grape bounced off his forehead. Another landed in his lap. A third somehow missed his mouth entirely and rolled across the floor.
The King of Ithaca didn’t seem bothered.
Athena, however, was reaching the limits of her patience.
Of all the heroes in Greece, she had chosen this one.
The brilliant tactician who had outwitted kings, monsters, and even gods was currently losing a battle against fruit.
A particularly terrible throw finally made her speak.
“Remarkable,” she said dryly. “The great Odysseus has fallen.”
Odysseus glanced up from where he lounged on the temple steps. “Fallen?”
“Completely.”
He grinned.
The grin immediately annoyed her.
Athena folded her arms and descended from her throne. Her sandals clicked against the marble as she approached.
Years ago she had guided him through impossible challenges. She had taught him strategy, patience, and wisdom. She had expected her student to grow into one of the greatest leaders in history.
Instead, she often found herself dealing with whatever this was.
Odysseus sat up slightly as she approached.
There was a dangerous sparkle in her gray eyes.
His smile faltered.
Athena stopped directly in front of him.
“You know,” she said thoughtfully, “I spent years teaching you.”
“You did.”
“And what exactly did you learn?”
Odysseus considered this very seriously.
“Never trust sheep.”
Athena stared.
Of all the possible answers…
A laugh escaped her despite herself.
Then she remembered she was supposed to be annoyed.
The grin returned to Odysseus’s face, somehow even smugger than before.
That settled it.
A flash of silver light erupted from Athena’s fingertips.
Odysseus barely had time to blink before he discovered he could no longer move.
His arms were pinned neatly against his sides by divine magic.
The realization crossed his face in stages.
Confusion.
Concern.
Then outright panic.
Athena smiled sweetly.
“Hello, hero.”
“Athena.”
“Yes?”
“What are you doing?”
“Improving morale.”
His eyes narrowed.
“My morale?”
“No. Mine.”
Before he could protest, she reached forward and lightly scribbled her fingers across his ribs.
The reaction was immediate.
Odysseus jerked against the magic with a startled laugh.
Athena raised an eyebrow.
“Oh? So the mighty king has a weakness.”
“No.”
She tickled him again.
His answer dissolved into laughter.
Athena couldn’t help laughing herself as Odysseus squirmed helplessly. The man who had survived cyclopes, sirens, and sea monsters was being completely defeated by a few wiggling fingers.
The more he laughed, the more ridiculous it became.
Every attempt at a clever comeback collapsed into helpless giggles.
Every threat was interrupted by laughter.
Every ounce of dignity vanished.
And Athena enjoyed every second of it.
At one point Odysseus managed to gasp, “This is abuse of divine power!”
“Probably,” Athena admitted.
“You’re supposed to be wise!”
“I am wise.”
Her fingers danced across his sides again.
“That’s why I know this is hilarious.”
The temple echoed with laughter.
Finally, after what felt like an eternity to Odysseus, Athena relented.
The magic dissolved.
Odysseus immediately collapsed onto the floor, exhausted and still laughing under his breath.
Athena stood triumphantly over him.
“Perhaps next time you’ll think twice before annoying a goddess.”
Odysseus looked up.
A familiar mischievous glint sparkled in his eyes.
Athena instantly became suspicious.
Sure enough, he pointed behind her.
“Look. A sheep.”
Against all logic, she glanced.
There was no sheep.
By the time she turned back, Odysseus was sprinting toward the temple entrance.
His laughter echoed through the columns.
Athena watched him disappear and shook her head.
For all his brilliance, he remained an idiot.
A very clever idiot.
And tomorrow, she decided with a smile, she was absolutely tickling him again.
Lee!Odysseus and Ler!Calypso,please?🤭Nymphs are known to be playful~
The Nymph’s Game
On the far edge of the world, where the sea lay still and bright beneath an endless sky, the island of Ogygia breathed in quiet beauty. Flowers spilled over stone, warm breezes drifted lazily, and time itself seemed to soften.
And in the middle of it all sat Odysseus, staring stubbornly at the horizon as though he could force it to change.
Behind him, Calypso watched with growing amusement.
“Still trying to outstare the sea?” she asked, stepping closer.
“If I could command it as easily as you command this island,” he replied, “I would already be home in Ithaca.”
Calypso hummed, circling him slowly. “You are very dramatic for someone sitting still.”
“I am thinking.”
“You are brooding,” she corrected, dropping gracefully into the sand beside him, far closer than before. “And I have decided I don’t like it.”
Odysseus gave her a wary look. “You rarely decide things in my favor.”
“Oh, I think you’ll enjoy this one.”
He didn’t have time to respond.
Her fingers darted suddenly against his side.
Odysseus jerked, completely caught off guard, a sharp laugh escaping before he could stop it. “What—!”
Calypso lit up instantly. “There it is!”
“Stop that,” he said quickly, trying to twist away—but she followed with ease, her touch light and quick along his ribs.
Another laugh broke free, louder this time.
“You are entirely too easy,” she said, clearly delighted, her fingers skimming up and then back down again in unpredictable patterns.
“I am not—” he started, then cut himself off with a breathless laugh as she found the same spot again. “This is ridiculous.”
“And yet,” she said, leaning in slightly, “you cannot seem to stop laughing.”
He tried to catch her wrist, but she slipped free effortlessly, laughing now as much as he was. Her fingers danced again, faster this time, playful and relentless enough to keep him reacting but never overwhelming.
Odysseus shook his head, shoulders tensing as he tried, and failed, to compose himself. “You are supposed to be a gracious host.”
“I am,” she said brightly. “I am providing entertainment.”
“This is not entertainment—” He broke into another laugh as her touch shifted higher along his side, then quickly back again before he could anticipate it. “This is an ambush.”
“A successful one,” she replied.
He leaned away, but the movement only made it easier for her to follow, her fingers tracing quick, teasing paths that kept him guessing. Every time he thought he could brace for it, she changed rhythm, lighter, slower, then suddenly quick again.
“Calypso,” he managed between laughs, “have you nothing better to do?”
“Nothing nearly this amusing.”
She shifted closer, her shoulder brushing his as her fingers tapped lightly along his ribs again, then paused just long enough for him to exhale…
Before starting again.
Odysseus let out an incredulous laugh, dropping his head briefly. “You are doing that on purpose.”
“Of course I am.”
He tried once more to catch her hands, managing to intercept one for half a second before she slipped free again, clearly enjoying the challenge now.
“You outwit monsters,” she teased. “Surely you can outwit me.”
“I am trying,” he said, breath uneven with laughter, “but you are not fighting fairly.”
“I never said I would.”
Her touch softened for a moment, slower, almost absentminded, tracing along his arm instead. The sudden gentleness caught him off guard, his laughter easing into quiet breaths.
“There,” she said softly. “That’s better.”
Odysseus exhaled, finally regaining a fragment of composure. “If you are finished—”
“I am not.”
Her fingers darted back to his side again.
He laughed outright this time, no longer able to pretend otherwise, leaning away as much as the moment allowed. “You are impossible.”
“And you,” she said, grinning, “are finally not thinking about leaving.”
That made him pause, just for a second.
She noticed immediately. Her hands stilled, resting lightly against his arm.
The laughter faded, leaving something quieter behind.
Odysseus looked back toward the horizon, but the tension in his expression had softened, just slightly.
“This changes nothing,” he said.
“I know,” Calypso replied, not unkindly. “It was never meant to.”
A small, reluctant smile tugged at his expression anyway.
She leaned back onto her hands, satisfied. “But it is nice, isn’t it?”
He didn’t answer right away.
Far beyond the island, the journey of The Odyssey still waited. The sea, the trials, the pull of home.
But here, in a moment stolen from all of that, even Odysseus who is clever, stubborn, unyielding and could be caught off guard, disarmed not by force, but by laughter.
The rink echoed with the sharp cut of blades and Yuuri’s determined breathing. His routine was almost perfect, almost. Victor stood at the boards with his arms crossed and a teasing smirk on his face.
“You’re holding back, Yuuri,” he called. “That jump needs more passion. More Victor!”
Yuuri stopped, flushed and breathless, his hair sticking to his forehead. “I don’t need to be more you,” he said, pushing his glasses up his nose. “I just need to beat your record.”
Victor gasped dramatically and pressed a hand to his heart. “Beat me? Oh, Yuuri, my sweet, ambitious student. How adorable!”
“Adorable?” Yuuri repeated, eyes narrowing.
Before Victor could blink, Yuuri had skated straight toward him, intent on proving a point. Victor turned to dodge, but his footing slipped, and they both went down in a tangled heap beside the rink.
“V-Victor!” Yuuri tried to sit up, but Victor was faster and far more devious.
“Lesson one,” Victor said with a grin, “never challenge your coach unless you’re prepared to lose.”
Before Yuuri could protest, Victor’s fingers found his sides. Yuuri shrieked and twisted instantly. “V-Victor! Not fair! That’s—haha—cheating!”
“Cheating? Oh no, Yuuri,” Victor said with a playful glint in his eyes. “This is motivation.”
Yuuri tried to wriggle free, but laughter overtook him, high and breathless. “St-stop! I can’t—haha—breathe!”
Victor laughed too, a bright, genuine sound that filled the rink. “Then admit it! You can’t beat me!”
Yuuri shook his head, cheeks flushed pink. “N-never! I’ll outskate you if it kills me—ah! V-Victor!”
Finally, Victor relented and collapsed beside him on the ice. Both of them lay there, breathless and grinning like fools.
Yuuri rolled onto his back, still panting. “You’re impossible.”
Victor smiled up at the ceiling lights. “And you love me for it.”
Yuuri gave him a look that was part exasperation and part affection. He flicked a bit of ice at Victor’s face. “Maybe.”
“Maybe?” Victor gasped, already plotting revenge.
Yuuri saw the spark in his eyes and bolted upright. “Don’t you dare!”
Too late. Victor lunged again, laughter ringing through the empty rink as the Great Training Showdown continued, warm and bright against the cold air.
You ever reached the point of severe ticklishness where you want to crawl out of your skin? This was my moment 🫠 grooming gloves on the balls of the feet will always be my downfall. Lux FINALLY breaks in this one and uses her signature save word (and don’t yall be hating on it, I know it’s different but it’s funny to me 😂) I may have died shortly after this and am typing from beyond the grave 😵💫 @sptfrtkl
Here’s the last, and arguably best, clip of the day of Rose getting wrecked. She had her wrists cuffed behind her back and legs spread for really simple immobility. I almost truly made her lose it with this one. It’s a little longer, but way worth the watch. 😈
With hundreds of reblogs and thousands of notes, @helixtickl is threatening suggesting a sequel to this 😵💫 I’m both terrified and a little too excited 🙈 What do y’all think?
The Aegean roared with a fury not born of weather but of will. Odysseus stood upon the trembling deck of his lone vessel, salt stinging his wounds, knuckles white around the rudder. He dared not look away from the horizon — yet he felt the sea god’s gaze.
Then the waters parted. From the deep, Poseidon rose, towering, crowned with kelp, trident gleaming like lightning forged into bronze. The sea knelt before him, waves bowing low, and even the gulls fled the sky.
“Son of Laertes,” the god thundered, “you blind my blood, mock my power, and yet still cling to your pride. Did you think the sea could carry you from me?”
Odysseus met the storm of that voice with a voice of his own, though it cracked under strain. “I think, Lord of Earthshaker, that no god may break the will of a man who endures!”
Poseidon’s eyes narrowed. “Then let us test your endurance.”
With a sweep of his trident, the sea wrapped Odysseus in cords of foam, binding him against the mast. The ropes did not cut flesh, but they yielded no escape. The waves themselves became fingers, many and sinuous, creeping across his ribs, brushing his underarms, trailing along the arches of his feet.
Odysseus stiffened. “This—this is no warrior’s trial!”
A grin cracked across the god’s beard, terrible and knowing. “You will not drown, mortal. You will laugh. And in your laughter, you will yield.”
The currents began their dance — swift, merciless, stroking every vulnerable place. At once, Odysseus erupted into wild laughter, ragged, unwilling, echoing across the sea like the cries of a man undone. He bucked against his bonds, each movement only baring him to more torment.
“Hahahaha— Poseidon! H-hold, enough! You shame me!”
The god’s voice rolled like thunder over cliffs. “You raised your hand against my blood. There is no shame too great for you to taste.”
The mast shuddered with his convulsions, and yet the ship did not sink. The god’s power held him on the edge of ruin but never let him fall. Laughter turned to gasps, pleas, defiance swallowed by another peal of helpless mirth.
But as the minutes dragged into eternity, Poseidon’s wrath softened. The storm’s roar eased into a steady rhythm, the winds warm, the sea glimmering as though it, too, laughed.
Odysseus’s head drooped, eyes wet with tears of mirth, his chest heaving. Still the waves teased — gentler now, like a father nudging a child.
“You are relentless,” Poseidon admitted, his tone less fury, more wonder. “Few mortals could withstand the laughter of the sea.”
Odysseus managed a hoarse chuckle, though foam still traced his sides like ticklish fire. “Few gods would wield laughter as a weapon.”
Poseidon’s booming laugh shook the heavens, no longer cruel but bright. “Then remember this, Ithacan: not all torments come with blade and flame. Some strike deeper — in joy you cannot master.”
And as suddenly as it began, the sea set him free. Odysseus collapsed upon the deck, trembling, breathless, still echoing with reluctant laughter.
Above, Poseidon’s form dissolved back into the tide, leaving only his voice rolling across the waves:
“Endure that, Odysseus — and know the sea remembers.”
AN: the much anticipated 600 strike fic is FINALLY here! I think we’ve all been dying to see Poseidon get his ass handed to him with some good ol’ fashioned tickle torture, & I’m here to deliver! That art by you know who (too scared to mention them in this fic) was such perfect inspiration for this fic! Grab a snack & settle in, ‘cause it’s kinda long (just over 4k)
Warning that it’s a little more intense & mean than my usual fics, but it’s Poseidon & he deserves it lmao. Kinda suggestive, but nothing more than that. (I will forever be inspired by the manwhore au) other than that, enjoy Poseidon getting what he deserves!
The wind whipped and howled, waves crashing against jagged rocks. The spray of the sea reached high, filling the air with the taste of salt. Dark clouds rolled in, quickly blocking the sun as rain poured from the sky.
Odysseus stood before Poseidon, calculating his next move. The God lay sprawled across the rocks, bruises and small cuts littering his skin from their previous fight. He looked smug, almost proud.
Odysseus couldn't keep this up forever, and he didn't want to. He was tired of fighting just to survive; it was all he'd known for the past 20 years. He was tired. So, so tired...
He had hoped Poseidon would be too. That when offered a truce: a final chance to leave the past behind, that he would take it. Of course, he could never be so lucky, nor Poseidon so reasonable.
He looked at his island one last time, coming to a decision.
"You're going to call off that storm." He spoke in a dead, flat tone. One that struck fear in the hearts of many and commanded respect.
Poseidon's triumphant smirk stretched further across his face, twisting his features with sadistic glee.
"Or what? You can't kill me," he taunted. Odysseus slowly shifted his gaze back onto him.
"Exactly."
Odysseus stalked closer, like a lone wolf closing in on a kill. Poseidon's grin faltered once he realized Odysseus was still coming towards him.
"Wait-" his eyes darted to where his trident now rested at the soldier's feet. "Wait!"
And then Odysseus smirked.
"Oh no. By the time I'm through with you, you're gonna wish I stabbed you instead," he said matter of factly.
But before he could say another word, the King of Ithica was straddling his hips, shoving his back against the rocks. He blinked in shock, at a complete loss for words.
"Cruelty comes in all shapes and sizes," Odysseus said, cracking his knuckles for emphasis. "Even ones you don't expect," he went on to crack his neck, rolling his shoulders just to drag out the anticipation.
Poseidon could've thrown him off, but he was curious where the mortal was going with this.
"Do your worst."
"I intend to."
Poseidon would swear he only screamed so loud because he was caught off guard. I mean, really, who in their right mind would try and tickle a God at a time like this? Who would even think of that?
Odysseus of Ithica, that's who. Because of course he would.
Odysseus dug into his sides, scribbling over bare skin made slick from the rain. Poseidon reacted immediately, folding in on himself with a bark of laughter as he scrambled to shove the offending hands away.
"Whahahat do you thihink you're dohohoing?" he demanded, growling through his laughter. Odysseus snorted in amusement, pinching up and down his sides.
"Thought it would be obvious," he taunted, flashing a sadistic grin. Poseidon managed to roll his eyes in annoyance, prompting Odysseus to claw at his stomach.
"Y-you ahaharrogant bastahard! I ohohorder you to-"
"Yeah, I'm gonna stop you right there," he cut him off. "You're not the one in control anymore. I am."
Poseidon leveled him with a harsh glare, determined to prove him wrong. "Like hehehell you ahare!"
Odysseus shrugged, sporting a sly, malicious grin. "Agree to disagree."
Poseidon's annoyed scoffed morphed into a snort as he kneaded his lower stomach, right above his waistline. His eyes flew wide open in embarrassment, and he slapped a hand over his mouth to muffle the sounds escaping.
"That was a fun noise," he goaded, wiggling a finger in his bellybutton. "Let's hear it again, shall we?" Poseidon shook his head, ready to throw him into the ocean, but much to his dismay, a shrill screech pierced the air instead.
"Close, but I think it was more like this!" Odysseus demonstrated by squeezing his hips. Poseidon bucked and screamed through hysterical laughter. He tried his best to block the offending hands, but the King of Ithica was annoyingly fast for a mortal.
"Ohoho just shut up ahahalready!" he growled in response. That bastard had the gall to chuckle at him.
"Why should I?"
"I-I'll kihihill you!" But the force of his laughter severely negated the threat.
"Not a very convincing argument there, giggles."
"What dihihid you just cahall mehehe?" Poseidon growled through growing hysterics.
"Giggles!" he repeated proudly. To prove his point, he reached up to flutter against Poseidon's fin-like ears.
"Ihihi do nohohot giggle!" he denied through a particularly bubbly bout of giggles.
"Pft, yeah, keep telling yourself that, it won't make it true," he continued to taunt. Poseidon managed to roll his eyes. "Ihif you dohohon’t just shut up-!" he sassed, cutting himself off with a gasp. Odysseus arched a brow and began kneading his hips. He threw his head back in hysterics, bucking like a wild horse.
"Oh yeah? You’ll what?" Odysseus growled threateningly, trailing off. Poseidon sneered and reeled back, ready to slap him, to grab his hands, to throw him off, to do anything to stop what was happening. And then Odysseus grabbed his wrist and pinned his arm above his head.
They locked eyes and Poseidon shook his head, frantically tugging at his arm. How the hell was he so strong? He was a mortal for crying out loud! So what the fuck was going on? Then again, he supposed he wasn't putting up much of a fight, the way he was cackling and flopping around like a fish out of water.
The irony was not lost on him.
It didn't take long for Odysseus to wrestle his other arm into place. He held down both of Poseidon's wrists as he reached off to the side.
He had grabbed Poseidon's own trident, holding it high above him so the light could glint off of it perfectly. Each prong was sharpened to a point, and aimed right at him.
"Hold still, yeah? Unless you want to get stabbed," Odysseus chuckled at his own joke. Poseidon remained speechless as his brain struggled to catch up with itself. He heard a loud metal shing followed by the sound of crumbling rock, and suddenly he could move his arms.
He couldn't move his arms!
He tugged and yanked frantically, but his trident held firm. Each wrist rested in the space between prongs, but there wasn't enough room to slip free.
"That's more like it," Odysseus examined his handiwork, making sure the trident wouldn't budge.
"Are you out of your mind! Let me go!" His entire body grew tense when he felt hands rest atop his ribcage.
"You're a God, it shouldn't be that hard to escape if you really want to," he noted in a condescending tone. Poseidon glared up at him, arms straining as he tugged futilely.
"Just what are you implying?" he hissed through clenched teeth. Odysseus grinned wider.
"Oh I'm not implying anything." He curled his fingers ever so slightly, just barely pressing into the skin. Poseidon gasped and arched his back, desperately fighting off a growing smile.
"You insolehent prihihihick! Stohohop thihis at once!" he demanded through deep hysterics as Odysseus clawed at his ribs.
"That depends. You gonna call off that storm?" Odysseus asked, wiggling his fingers faster as he spoke, making it impossible for Poseidon to answer.
He shook his head and choked out, "N-nehehever!" Odysseus shrugged, not an ounce of sympathy to be found.
"In that case, I guess I'll never stop."
"You thihihink this ihis funny?" he sounded significantly less threatening than he had hoped.
"Hilarious, actually," Odysseus deadpanned, scribbling between each rib, inching closer to his gills with each passing second. Poseidon's laughter rose in pitch, and he struggled with renewed intensity. Odysseus smirked down at him.
"Aw, what's the matter? Is this a bad spot?" he asked, running his thumbs along his bottom gill.
Poseidon snorted, arms straining where they were pinned. His cheeks were flushed, long dark hair fanned out around him like rolling waves.
"Noho, please! Not there!" he begged, a forced grin splitting his face in two as he spoke.
"Oh, have you changed your mind?" Odysseus asked, cocking his head innocently. But his hands hovered above Poseidon's gills, wiggling just above the skin.
He sucked in a breath, leaning as far away as he could. "No-" he barely choked out the single word before he was lost to bubbly hysterics. Odysseus traced along the edge of each gill slowly, watching his reactions with a close eye.
Poseidon snorted and squirmed from side to side, lips twitching into a giddy, nervous smile.
"In that case, I think I'll stay right here." Poseidon's eyes widened in something akin to fear.
"Wait, don't!" he protested, arching his back with a giggly snort when Odysseus traced along both sides. He only had to use one finger to get him squirming and choking back laughter. Poseidon bit his lip, but sputtering giggles and shrieks still managed to slip out. "Stohohop!"
"Don't stop? Wasn't planning to, but whatever you say! Gotta give the God what he wants," Odysseus taunted. Poseidon shook his head, a blush quickly spreading across his cheeks.
"You knohohow dahamn well thahahat's not what I meheheant!" he argued. His laughter was uncharacteristically high pitched as he teased his gills, and Odysseus was eager to see what other noises this spot would produce.
"Mmm, actually, I don't," Odysseus corrected with a casual shrug and a shit eating grin. He jumped to the next gill, wiggling a finger just barely underneath the edge. Poseidon snorted and gasped, arching his back as he clenched his jaw. And yet, his laughter persisted.
It was much more shrill than what Odysseus was expecting, but he supposed that was because of where he was targeting. He made sure to be careful around the gills, keeping his touch light and fluttery. You'd think the lighter tickling was worse from the way he was acting. Odysseus considered the thought, watching the way the God writhed and giggled beneath him.
"Come on, it can't be that bad. I'm barely even touching you!" he noted smugly, ghosting his fingertips along his ribs and gills. Poseidon threw his head back and let out a wheezing laugh.
"Ihit's fucking ahahawful!" he screamed, sounding less angry than he intended, and more desperate than he cared to admit. But as humiliating and degrading as this all was, there was a small part of him that was grateful he wasn't enduring real torture. If the King of Ithica was crazy enough to pull a stunt like this, then there's no telling what he's capable of.
He would count his blessings where he could.
He was pulled from his spiraling thoughts when he heard Odysseus chuckle. "That's over dramatic, don't you agree?" he asked, tracing the rim of his gills at an agonizingly slow rate.
"Nooo!" Poseidon denied, but Odysseus was unsure if he was answering the question, or protesting as the tickling began to speed up. He twisted side to side, unable to dislodge the hands exploring his ribs. He snorted and kicked frantically when a finger hesitantly wiggled underneath a gill.
"FUCK, dohohon't you dahare! I will kihihill you!" Poseidon threatened through breathless snickers. Odysseus cocked his head, sporting a sinister smirk.
He leaned down, invading the God's personal space until their noses were almost touching. "I don't think you will." Poseidon sneered up at him until it was forcibly replaced by a bright smile.
"You cocky little-" his words were cut off by a squeal that gave way to breathless cackles. Poseidon thrashed and tugged on his arms, but his trident held firm against the rocks. Odysseus fluttered his fingers on the inside of the gills, just barely reaching in.
"I'm sorry, what was that?" Odysseus taunted, cupping an ear with one hand.
"NOHOHOT THEHERE! PLEHEHEASE!" he begged, snorting and wheezing in between bouts of hysterics.
"Wow, you do have manners," Odysseus feigned surprise. He decided to cut him some slack and switch to a new spot. After all, this was pretty fun, and Odysseus didn't want him to tap out too soon. He was thoroughly enjoying every second of his well earned revenge... And the power trip he got from it wasn't half bad either.
Poseidon cackled and swore under his breath as he continued teasing the inside of his gills. His laughter began to sound as though he were screaming underwater, frantic giggles gurgling in the back of his throat as he tried to shove them back down. Odysseus had never heard such a laugh, and took it as a sign to slow down.
"You’re starting to sound a little desperate there, so I guess you deserve a break. Besides, we still have other places to explore..." he trailed off as he rested his hands on his biceps. He lightly pressed into the flesh, watching carefully as Poseidon's breath hitched. He drug his hands down until he reached his bare pits.
"There is no we," he snapped through clenched teeth.
"I don't know, I'd say we're pretty close," he said, just to get under Poseidon's skin. It seemed to work, as he scoffed and glared up at him. "What do you think?" he prompted, cocking his head to the side.
"I thihink you're fucking crahahazy," Poseidon answered as his lingering chuckles faded. Odysseus seemed to soften at those words, placing a hand over his heart as they locked eyes.
"Aw, that's the nicest thing you've ever said to me."
Poseidon rolled his eyes. "Of course you'd take that as a compliment."
"Y'know, I liked you a lot better when you can barely speak," Odysseus snarked. He didn't give the God a chance to answer before he dug back in, clawing at his exposed pits. Poseidon practically screamed, thrashing around on the rocks as he tugged and twisted his arms in a futile attempt to free himself.
"That's more like it!" Odysseus cheered, raking blunt nails down the center of his hollows. He snorted and cursed at the sharp ticklish sensation.
"Nohoho ihit's nohohot!" he argued. Odysseus arched a brow.
"You just like arguing for the sake of it, don't you?" he asked, not afraid to call him out.
"Ohoho lihike you dohohon't!" Poseidon taunted back through his giggles.
"Yeah, but you're a God. Aren't you supposed to be above shit like that?" he reasoned.
"Absolutely not!" he growled in frustration. Who was he to tell him how a God should act?
"Oh, sorry, my mistake," Odysseus faked an apology, not once slowing his movements.
"Quit beheheing such aha smart ahahass!" Poseidon demanded. He continued to thrash and kick about, the sea surrounding them churning and sloshing. The choppy waves rose and fell in time with Poseidon's bellowing voice.
"No thanks, I'm good," he shot back smugly. "Now listen up, I got a question for you." When Poseidon didn't answer, he drilled his thumbs in the center of his pits, drawing devastatingly ticklish circles.
"Whahahat?" he cried out, frustration and desperation mingling. Why couldn't this mortal just shut his fucking mouth for five minutes?
Odysseus leaned in with a sadistic grin as he asked, "So, how does it feel to be helpless?" The question caught Poseidon off guard, nearly choking on his own laughter. "How's it feel knowing you can't escape?"
"Thahat's m-mighty presumptuous ohohof you," he challenged, even as he fought off his mirth.
Odysseus snapped his head down to look at him, eyes wide in shock as a bewildered smile tugged at his lips. "Wait, can you escape?" he asked, genuinely curious now. He'd seen Poseidon move around as if he were water, and for all he knew, maybe he was. Yet his body felt solid and firm beneath his touch.
Odysseus just might be hallucinating, because he could swear Poseidon blushed at the question.
"Ehehenough! You dohohon't thihink I'm tryihihing?" he snapped defensively, tugging on his trapped arms with renewed effort. The truth of the matter was, Poseidon technically could escape if he really tried. But using his powers to slip away so easily just felt wrong. He was a God for crying out loud, he should be able to free himself with his strength alone! And at this point, he was determined to do so.
Odysseus studied him before answering. "I think you could try a little harder," he goaded, skittering his nails over the tense muscles of his arms. Poseidon's voice jumped in pitch, bordering on shrill.
"Ohoho whahat do you knohow ahahanyways?" he challenged through breathless snickers. It was meant as a rhetorical question, really. So why then, did Odysseus feel the need to answer?
"I know you're pretty damn ticklish for a God," he shot back, relishing in the way Poseidon glared at him; cheeks flushed and mouth agape in shock.
"Excuse me?" he choked out, struggling to keep his laughter contained. Even in his delirious state, he had to admire the sheer audacity.
"You're excused," Odysseus chuckled at his own joke, smirking at the way Poseidon rolled his eyes.
"You're really not ahas funny as you thihihink," he managed to complain with minimal chuckles.
Odysseus looked down at him, tilting his head to the side with mock innocence. "Really? Then why're you laughing?" He punctuated the question by fluttering his fingers behind his ears.
Poseidon shook his head, scrunching his neck as real, honest to the Gods giggles spilled past his lips.
"Oops, my mistake. Why are you giggling?" Odysseus "corrected" himself, sporting a sly grin.
"Ihihi aham nohohot!" he insisted, despite the bubbly laughter lacing his words.
"Denial looks good on you," he quipped back, tracing along the edges of his ear fins. Poseidon's eyes flew wide open as a dark blush spread across his cheeks.
"Ihihit does nohohot!" he argued, trying his best to sound intimidating. Apparently it didn't work as intended, seeing as Odysseus was cooing at him.
"Sure, keep telling yourself that," he goaded, gently pinching his ear, just to hear him shriek. Poseidon flinched away from the touch with a snort.
"Aw, you must be really ticklish here," he added with amusement. Poseidon shook his head frantically, bubbly giggles gurgling in the back of his throat. Odysseus now realized that his laughter just sounded like that. How cute.
"Nohoho! S-stohohop!" he pleaded. The light, teasing touch was downright maddening, and he couldn't take the relentless teasing.
"No thanks, I'm good," Odysseus casually shrugged him off. He scratched blunt nails against the thin skin of his fins, drawing out the most endearing snickers.
"Why you little- wait, dohohon't!" he protested when he saw a mischievous smirk flash across the mortal's face. But there was nothing he could do to stop him when hands latched onto his hips. He bucked like a wild horse, head thrown back as booming cackles escaped him.
"Don't what?"
"Your stupid trihihicks won't work ohon mehehe!" he yelled, thrashing from side to side in an attempt to dislodge the torturous hands squeezing his hips.
Odysseus heaved a sigh and shrugged, "Oh well, it was worth a shot." He moved down to knead his thighs, flinching at the scream that filled the air. He pulled back to cover his ears, allowing Poseidon a moment to catch his breath.
"Oho fuck you, I'm not being that loud!" he snapped defensively. Odysseus opened his mouth to answer, but before he could speak, the sky lit up with a web of lighting as thunder roared overhead. Poseidon gawked up at the sky, a dark blue blush spreading across his cheeks as Odysseus doubled over in laughter.
"I think your brother would beg to differ!" he cheered mockingly, poking all over his belly. Poseidon snorted and curled in on himself, but no matter how much he struggled, he couldn't escape the unbearable feeling of fingers on his skin.
"Just shut thehe fuck up! I'll kihihill both of you!" he threatened. Odysseus rolled his eyes as another clap of thunder sounded above, mocking him. This couldn't possibly get any worse.
"I really don't think you could kill anyone right now," he taunted, squeezing down his thighs until he got to his knees, and a loud snort slipped out. He stayed there for a few agonizing seconds before turning around, straddling his legs. And that could only mean one thing.
"Wait! Nohoho!" he shrieked as Odysseus scraped his blunt nails down his soles. He scrunched his feet and kicked as much as he could, but his legs were pinned fairly well, and he was weak from laughter.
"Aw, you have webbing between your toes! That's honestly pretty adorable," he taunted with a fond smile.
"Wha- no it's not!" Poseidon sputtered, fighting off a blush and doing a rather poor job. "I live in the water, what the fuck did you expect?"
"Y’know what? I don't like your tone," Odysseus said, scribbling along his arches. He let out a giggly yelp, jerking beneath the touch.
"Ohoho fuck you! Just lehehet me gohoho!"
"I'll stop whenever you want, just call off the storm!" he insisted in a snide, taunting tone.
"I-I cahahan't!" Poseidon lied as he desperately tried to think of any other way out of the mess he'd gotten himself into.
"We'll see about that," Odysseus called his bluff, glaring down at him with playful malice. He held down his ankles and grabbed his toes, stretching them back. He began furiously scribbling the webbing between his toes, and the reaction was immediate.
Poseidon kicked his trapped legs, scrunching his toes as much as he could. Bubbly giggles and shrieks escaped him as Odysseus continued to rub the thin webbing. His nose was scrunched adorably as he snorted and shook his head frantically.
"Stohohop!" he pleaded once more, but Odysseus wasn't so eager to let him off the hook. At least, not yet.
"You didn't stop when I begged you, so why should I?" he justified the prolonged cruelty.
"Behehecause I fucking sahahay sohoho!" he ordered in between helpless snickers.
That was the last straw. Poseidon was going to cave, one way or another; Odysseus would make sure of it.
He spun around suddenly, vengeance flashing in his eyes. "You still think you're in control?" he challenged, digging into his gills without warning. Poseidon was caught off guard by the change of spots, screaming and wheezing through hysterics.
"NOHOHO! Y-YOU MOHOHONSTER!" he wailed at the top of his lungs. He arched his back, struggling to free himself. He threw his head back in frustration, cackles flowing freely from his smiling mouth.
Odysseus scoffed at the insult and rolled his eyes. "A tickle monster, maybe," he agreed with a snide chuckle. "But didn't you say that ruthlessness is mercy upon our-"
"Ahalrihihight! Plehehease!" he begged, finally admitting defeat. As much as it pains him to say it, he just couldn’t take any more.
Odysseus wore a satisfied grin as he stared down at him. He leaned in to whisper in his ear, “Now was that so hard?” Poseidon rolled his eyes, a fading blush still dusting his cheeks.
“Incredibly so,” he deadpanned. With a heavy sigh and a wave of his trapped hand, the raging ocean calmed. “There you go, you crazy bastard,” he huffed, sounding almost fond.
“Thank you, that’s all I wanted,” Odysseus said, releasing the tension in his shoulders as he stared at the distant shore. “No hard feelings?” he asked, holding his hand out in a show of truce, forgetting for a moment that the God’s hands were still trapped.
In his deliriously giddy state, Poseidon had forgotten he was supposed to be trapped as he begrudgingly shook the mortal’s hand. He shifted form and slipped past the metal prongs on his trident, flowing into his full height as he stood on the rocks.
Odysseus was frozen in shock, looking between Poseidon and his trident.
“So you could get out the whole time?”
Poseidon’s smirk dropped as he realized the mistake he made. “Wait-” he tried to backtrack.
“And you were just letting it happen!” Odysseus added with a mocking smile, taking one last opportunity to tease him.
“Watch it, I can bring back the storm whenever I like!” he threatened, but it wasn’t nearly as scary as it should’ve been. “But I wasn’t going to resort to cheating in order to beat you,” he justified. Odysseus snorted in amusement, arching a brow skeptically.
“Cheating?” he repeated, making Poseidon scoff and drench him with a wave from behind. “Hey!”
“Using my powers to escape so easily would’ve just been cowardly and unfair,” he justified, because that’s totally the only reason…
“Yeah, cause you looked so brave giggling yourself silly,” Odysseus couldn’t help but taunt, enjoying the choked sputtering the comment earned.
“Whatever, it was getting loose. I would’ve broke free any second.”
“Oh? Is that why you tapped out?” he goaded further, still riding high off of the power trip. Poseidon weighed his options, but decided it wasn’t worth it.
“You’ve wasted enough of my time already. You’re lucky I have places to be,” he said, turning towards the water without another word.
“See ya later,” Odysseus called after him with a small wave. Poseidon froze in his tracks, looking back over his shoulder to glare at him.
“No you won’t,” he corrected harshly, flashing a small grin his way before melting into the waves, leaving Odysseus alone.
“Yeah I will,” he said to himself, smiling out at the calm sea.
You’re lounging on the couch with your partner when they playfully poke your side, making you flinch and laugh. Amused by your reaction, they start testing different spots, pinning you gently as you squirm and beg for mercy between giggles. Just as you catch your breath, they smirk and whisper, “I’m not done yet,” before launching one last tickle attack.
It was Christmas morning, and the soft glow of the fire crackled in the hearth, filling the room with warmth. Yuuri Katsuki stood in the kitchen, bustling about, preparing breakfast for the two of them. The scent of fresh-baked croissants and hot cocoa filled the air. It was a special day, after all—Victor Nikiforov’s birthday.
Victor, ever the morning person, was sitting on the couch, his long legs tucked beneath him as he watched the twinkling lights of their Christmas tree. He was wearing one of Yuuri's oversized sweaters, his silver hair messy from sleep. He looked peaceful, content, and Yuuri couldn’t help but smile at the sight.
"Yuuri, did you need help with anything?" Victor asked, his voice carrying a playful lilt. His bright blue eyes sparkled with mischief, always looking for ways to surprise or tease Yuuri.
Yuuri glanced over at him, grinning. "I think I’ve got it, but you can keep me company." He walked over to where Victor was lounging and sat down beside him, feeling the warmth of the sweater against his skin.
Victor beamed, his smile bright and radiant. "You know, Yuuri, I can’t think of a better way to spend my birthday than with you. You really spoil me."
Yuuri chuckled, brushing a strand of hair from his face. "You deserve it, Victor. Besides, it's not every day we get to celebrate your birthday on Christmas!"
Victor’s eyes softened, and he leaned in, pressing a light kiss to Yuuri's cheek. "And you’re my best present, you know."
Yuuri’s heart fluttered, his face heating up. "You're such a romantic," he said, trying to keep his composure. But as he pulled back, he couldn't resist. "And I think I know how I’m going to give you another birthday surprise."
Victor raised an eyebrow, intrigued. "Oh? Do tell."
Yuuri’s grin grew wicked, and before Victor could react, he reached over and lightly poked him on the side, right near his ribs. Victor jerked in surprise and immediately let out a startled laugh.
"Yuuri! What are you—" he began, but his words were cut off as Yuuri's fingers darted to his side again, this time a little harder.
Victor’s laughter bubbled up, more genuine this time, and his body wriggled to escape Yuuri’s gentle but relentless fingers. "Yuuri! Not there!" he yelped, laughing so hard his face turned pink.
Yuuri’s eyes gleamed mischievously. "Oh, I think I found your weakness, Victor!" He moved his hands up, lightly grazing his fingers over Victor’s torso and ribs. Victor squirmed, trying to pull away, but Yuuri was faster, leaning forward to pin Victor’s arms down on the couch.
"Yuuri!" Victor laughed, his voice now breathless. "Please, not the ribs!"
But Yuuri wasn’t done yet. He kept up the teasing, but now he was aiming higher—his fingers moving towards the delicate skin of Victor’s underarms. Victor’s eyes widened as he realized what Yuuri was planning. "No! Not there! Yuuri, you—"
But it was too late. Yuuri’s fingers gently but insistently tickled under Victor's arms, and the result was instant.
Victor’s entire body jolted with laughter, the sound escaping him in unrestrained bursts. He squirmed against Yuuri’s grip, helpless against the ticklish assault. "Yuuri! I can’t—" he gasped between fits of laughter, his face flushed from both the physical exertion and the hilarity of it all.
Yuuri’s smile widened at the sight of his usually composed partner now wriggling like a fish out of water. He slowed his movements, relishing in the sound of Victor’s laughter. "I didn’t know you were so ticklish here," Yuuri teased, his fingers still lightly brushing against Victor’s sensitive underarms.
Victor could barely catch his breath, still giggling uncontrollably. "You’re terrible!" he exclaimed, his voice cracking from the laughter. "I can’t believe you found that spot!"
"Well," Yuuri said, leaning in closer and whispering in Victor’s ear, "now that I know, I’m going to keep using it against you."
Victor groaned, even as a small smile tugged at his lips. "You’re ruthless, Yuuri," he managed, finally catching his breath. He tried to free his arms, but Yuuri held him down with ease, his playful grin never faltering.
"You're my birthday present, so I get to do whatever I want," Yuuri replied, his fingers still gently tracing the sensitive area beneath Victor’s arms. Victor’s laughter renewed at that, and he gave up trying to resist.
"Fine, fine! I surrender!" Victor called out, though his words were still mixed with giggles. "Please, no more!"
Yuuri paused, his fingers resting just shy of Victor’s underarms. "No more?" he teased, his voice softening. Victor nodded, still chuckling.
"Yes, yes, no more!" he exclaimed. Yuuri finally relented, sitting back to let Victor catch his breath. He placed a gentle kiss on Victor’s forehead. "Happy Birthday, Victor. I love you."
Victor smiled up at him, his eyes still twinkling from the laughter and joy of the moment. "Thank you, Yuuri," he said, his voice tender. "This was the best surprise."
Yuuri grinned. "Glad you liked it. Merry Christmas, too."
And as they sat together, the warmth of the fire and the joy of the season filled the room, the perfect Christmas and birthday gift for the two of them—laughter, love, and a bond that only grew stronger with every ticklish moment shared.
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