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I apologize that I’ve not been on here since Halloween or thanksgiving. I’m having a little trouble thinking of new stories to write but I’m still here. If anyone has a request, please let me know.

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100 likes!

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Thanksgiving in America is coming soon! Are you all doing anything for the holiday if you’re from the States? We’re staying home this year but I’m sure we’re still having an amazing meal!.

I’d imagine Thanksgiving on Asgard would be a hundred times as festive as any here on earth! (If they celebrated it) I’d love to make food with Loki and I’m sure a flour fight or something would end up happening. Hahaha! Maybe even some tickles. Who knows?…

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Thank you to everyone who got me to 50 likes!

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I missed Tom in Mobile, AL which is two hours away from me. I saw a picture of Tom at the airport and wanted to cry! I could have met him! Ugh! Oh well.

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Happy Halloween to all my fellow Hiddlestoners!

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Rest in Peace Matthew Perry. This was probably one of my favorite movies of his! (Sorry I’ve not posted anymore Loki Halloween themed posts. Running out of ideas but will try to do more! They are so fun to do!)

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Jason the Toymaker

Thank you, Mari2akary for the prompt!

Rating: PG

Pairing: Loki and female reader

Synopsis: One day you were reading a creepypasta about Jason the Toymaker. You read his story and couldn’t help but feel a sense of sympathy for him. This is when Loki overheard your statement aloud and decided to see what is going on or if by chance you scared yourself once more. To which, he once again turned into the character and he showed you there is nothing to be afraid of. He wanted to make sure you felt safe.

One day you were reading creepypastas alone again at the home you shared with your boyfriend Loki and you came across a story about Jason the toymaker. As you started reading, you had this overwhelming sense of sympathy for the character and you even stated out loud you weren’t afraid of him. This story didn’t scare you but Loki wanted to be absolutely sure you were okay. In his own little way, he wanted to help you understand that these were just stories. His typical treatment of tickles always helped you feel better no matter what.

The story went like this…Jason the Toymaker was a creature with human like features who loved building toys. He seemed like a good friend, but in actuality, he was selfish, a liar, and a possessive control freak that would kill anyone he believed to be standing in the way of his goals. His absolute goal was to convince “the chosen” (mostly female victims) to promise to play with him for all eternity. It doesn’t matter how the chosen keeps their promise, because for Jason, the attention won’t be enough.

Jason himself was a tall, lanky being that in the stories, sometimes dawned a top hat. His personality once again, was that of selfishness and control and he would kill anyone he thought stood in his way of playing with his female victims for all eternity. He didn’t like being alone, and he always had to be the center of attention. He also hated when his “chosen” seemed ungrateful to him. He understood that the “chosen” couldn’t keep the promise and wanted him to go away. Jason then punished them by transforming them into wax dolls so they had no chance to run.

After you finished reading the story, you noticed some bullet points on the story. Such information regarded was that Jason once was a human being named Jason Meyer. Whenever he was really angry, his appearance would change into his true form. His red hair then turned its actual color of white and his honey colored eyes turned green. His arms became rotten and his nails were so sharp that they could slice through skin. As his appearance changed, so did the type of toys he made, as they turned from fun-loving to little monsters that could hurt or even kill someone. Jason himself had three toy sidekicks; a black wind up mouse toy named Licorice that spied and controlled everything that surrounded him. There was another wind up mouse named Red Mouse that stowed an explosive device inside of it that would explode at the lightest touch, and a huge stuffed toy snake named Mr. Glutton that ate the wax dolls after they got too old. Finally, the only thing that he guarded with his life besides his dolls was a music box hidden in his chest that if ever broken or destroyed, could kill Jason. Jason himself stood about 6’3” in height.

You finished reading the story and instead of being scared, you felt sorry for Jason the Toymaker. You felt like he sadly had his humanity taken away from him when he became this evil monster that destroyed anyone (especially females) who got in his way. You couldn’t believe a character like that could truly be so bad and it actually made you think of your Loki for a moment. He had gone from this maniacal being in 2012 to the sweet, caring, fun loving person you came to know and love. Deep down you knew he wasn’t evil, just hurt by those whom he loved and cared about. Because of this, he forgot who he was and it took someone like you to bring him back.

Finally, you were shaken out of your momentary sadness to see Loki appear at your bedroom door. “What story are you reading today, my darling?” he asked. His arm resting on the frame of the door. “Oh nothing. Just this character that kind of reminded me of you.” “Oh really?” he replied as he walked in and sat on the bed. “ Yeah. Just reminded me of how you’ve changed over the years because of certain circumstances.” You smiled sadly at him. “You know I’d never dream of hurting anyone anymore. Especially not you, my love,” he replied assuringly. “ I know,” you said holding his hand. He lifted your chin with a finger and lightly kissed your lips, looking you in the eyes afterwards. “Is there anything I can do to make you feel better?” You smirked. “You know.” He breathed in deep. “As you wish,” and with a whirl of green magic, turned into Jeff the Toymaker. “Is this better, darling?” he said with arms spread showing you the look. You giggled. “Sure. But I like you as you.” With that, Loki looked touched as he put his hand over his heart. “Oh my darling. Thank you. That means the world to me, but I’m still going to give you my little treatment.” You opened your arms. “Then do what you must. Hehehe!” He smirked evilly. “Don’t tempt me, y/n. You’re going to regret it.” You sat with your arms open once again as if to say, “do it. I dare you.” You knew Loki couldn’t resist a dare so he slowly grabbed you by the wrists and laid you down on the bed. Smirk still on his face. “You’re sure?” he asked just in case. “Yeah,” you replied with a mirroring smirk. “Then let me hear that beautiful laugher!” He began to lift your shirt as nervous giggles spilled from your mouth. “B-be g-gentle,” you teased as he magiced your wrists into place. “I make no promises, darling. You yourself dared me to make you laugh and I never shy away from a dare.” With that, he lifted your shirt up right below your ribs and placed his fingers on your warm skin. “Let’s get to it. Shall we?” He lightly dragged his fingernails along your upper belly slowly as you began to shiver with ticklish pleasure. “ Hehehe,” you began to giggle. That smile he loved creeped along your face. “Just say the words and I’ll stop,” Loki promised as he kept his glance on your delectable tummy. You shook your head “no”, giving him permission to continue. “Alright, then. I warned you. Give me that ticklish little body of yours.” He began drawing shapes all over your slightly shaking tummy as he followed along to your sides. This is when you broke. Your belly and your sides were your most ticklish spots and Loki knew it. He was playing with you. Getting you in other ticklish places before he went in for the kill. “L-Lokiii! Ahhhh-hahahaaha! Na-nahooo!” He laughed heartily along with you as he undid you with his fingers. “Loki, YES!” he replied with a hiss as his fingers sped up.

He undid your resolve quicker than you thought and you loved every second of it. This was your Loki. The funny, playful, crazy Loki you loved deeply. He never scoffed or made fun of you for your little ticklish games, because he knew they made you happy and got you to giggle and smile for him, which were his most favorite things about you. He wanted to make sure his girl was truly okay after reading such stories, but knew not to go too far. If you just needed a hug, then he would oblige with no tickling in mind. But he knew today you wanted to be extra cheeky to get him to torment you for as long as you could stand it. “Y-You call this tickling?!” you bravely remarked. “ This is tame to what I know you can do!”

Oh, girl….You just signed your death warrant. He snarled playfully as his began spreading kisses along your tummy, sides, neck. Anywhere on your body he could get to, he made sure to kiss wildly to bring out that beautiful sound of your laughter. He paused, still in his Jeff the Toymaker look. “I want my Loki to torment me now.” With that, Loki shook his head and he once again turned back into the handsome prince. “That’s better,” you remarked. “Now you may continue.” He laughed through his nose. “Well. Now that I have your permission.” He skittered his fingers from your armpits all the way down to your toes as you laid there and took your requested torment. “I can’t believe it!” he said surprised. “No matter where I tickle, you go absolutely insane with laughter. You’re a sensitive little one. Aren’t you?” “Lokiii! Stop teasing! Ahahahaha!” He laughed in his throat. “Oh, you love my teasing! I know it! Tickle! Tickle! Tickle!” By this point, your brain was so fuzzy that you couldn’t even think. He was driving you wild now and you couldn’t stop it. You didn’t want to. You screamed with laughter as his fingers were at full speed now. “Who knew a tiny creature could make such a loud sound,” he teased even more. Finally, you’d had enough and asked him to stop. He did as you requested and sat on the bed next to your panting frame, smiling. Your face was red and soaked with tears at this point but you didn’t care. “That’s my darling,” he finally said as you came down from your high. “You did wonderfully. Just remember. Any time you want my fingers all over you, making you come apart with laughter, you need just ask. You don’t have to read any unnerving stories to get said treatment.” You kissed again and laid on the bed for a few more minutes in silence, wrapped in the arms of your prince. There was nowhere in the world you’d rather be than here, laughing and playing with him. It was paradise.

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Here is a better picture of the shirt I got for my birthday!

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An idea occurred to me, the reader and Loki are reading Jason The Toymaker's creepypasta. The reader feels sympathy for Jason and inadvertently states out loud that she would not be afraid of him. (I leave the rest of the plot to your imagination) 🙂

Sounds good!

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25 posts!

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Happy Birthday.

Thank you!

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Loki….AKA….Mr. Wide Mouth

Rating: PG (creepy depiction of character)

Language: None

Loki and gender neutral reader

Synopsis: You enjoyed reading creepypastas during Halloween but you always got scared. To counter this fear, Loki turned into the monsters that frightened you to show you there is no reason to be scared. You’ve come to expect it now, and read creepypastas in order for Loki to give you his special “don’t be scared” antidote (tickles).

You were enjoying reading creepypasta this Halloween as you discovered many new stories. One such story was about Mr. Wide Mouth. You bravely clicked the link to go to the story with a deep breath. Nervous energy surged through your body as you began to go through Mr. Wide Mouth’s history.

As you began reading, you learned that this entity was very mischievous (sounds like someone you know, huh?), but unlike your boyfriend, who was mischievous in a good way, Mr. Wide Mouth manipulated children into hurting themselves causing many deaths. Something Loki would never even dream of doing to you or anyone else. “Not so bad,” you thought. “I can handle this.” The story went like this: the person who was telling the story suffered from mononucleosis or “the kissing disease.” This happened when they were around five years old and bedridden because of being ill. They eventually meet a small creature with a large mouth not long after being diagnosed with Mono and asked the creature what his name was. The small creature responded by saying that his name was Mr. Widemouth, to which the child commented on its appearance. (Now this is cute)The child then told the creature he looked like one of those Furby dolls that children played with. Mr. Widemouth didn’t understand what that meant until the child finally explained to him what a Furby actually was. To this, the entity filed away into memory that this toy could never compare to being an actual friend.

He actually hid under the child’s bed because he didn’t want the parents to see him because then they wouldn’t let him play with the child. After meeting and spending some time with him after the mother did her daily check in. Mr. Widemouth then told the child he wanted to take them to a small room at the end of a hallway inside the house. The child then refused Mr. Widemouth’s offer, but then agreed due to the entity’s constant offer. Once you were both in the room, Mr. Widemouth opened the window the sat opposite of the door and called the child to look at the ground below them. Because they were on the second floor and sat on a hill, the drop ended up going further than originally thought. Mr. Widemouth then told the child that he pretended there had been a trampoline waiting for them down at the bottom and if he imagined hard enough, he could bounce up as light as a feather and told the child to try it. The child once again declined the offer and Mr. Widemouth’s features eerily turned into a snarl for a brief second before he slid underneath the child’s bed and stayed there for the rest of the day without making a sound. The following day, Mr. Widemouth went to the child holding a small box, telling them that he wanted to teach them how to juggle and what was in the box would help the child practice. As the child opened the box, they were horrified to see knives inside. The child grew angry at the entity, saying they couldn’t play with the knives as their parents didn’t allow them to touch knives at all. Mr. Widemouth frowned as he asked the child once more to pick up the knives. The child declined once more, his face turned into a scowl and he returned under the bed the entire day, again. The child then tried to explain how they were unable to sleep due to Mr. Widemouth laying under the bed until bedtime and then wake them up, telling them he put a trampoline that the child couldn’t see outside. This time when the child declined, the entity would persist about the trampoline, going as far as staying with them the entire night trying to make them jump. When the child finally got permission to go outside, Mr. Widemouth waited for them and told them of a trail that he would take them to once they were ready.

One day, the child and their family got all of their belongings into a vehicle and were ready to leave. The child then saw Mr. Widemouth staring at them through a window, staying completely still until the vehicle started moving. He then waved at the child, but one hand held a steak knife. Let’s just say, the child refused to wave back at him. After this, the child returned to the old house, but it was nowhere to be seen. That was because it had burned down after the child had moved. The now adult person, decided they should then walk down the trail that Mr. Widemouth promised he would take them down once they were ready, but the person stopped and saw a memorial cemetery in its place. In the cemetery, most if not all of the headstones looked to have belonged to children.

You finished the story and actually didn’t feel scared but you had to let on to Loki that you were. Therefore, as before, you jumped under the covers and pretended to be scared. Loki was home on this day, but let you have your own space for a while to read your stories alone. Once you were ready you yelled, “Loki! Please come here! I’m scared of these stories again. I need you!” Like a bolt of lightning, Loki ran upstairs to see you wrapped tightly underneath the bed covers, seemingly shaking. You even faked like you were crying so he’d really buy into it. “My dear,” he said calmly. “Why are you still reading those stories? You know they scare you so. Please. Please come out from under there so I may hold you until you are no longer frightened.” Then he heard something. Something that sounded like a small giggle. That’s when you jumped out at Loki and said, “gotcha! Hahaha! You should see your face, Loki! It’s priceless! Hahaha!” The god had been tricked by you and it took him a couple of seconds to realize he’d been had. “You know,” he began. Hands on his hips, shaking his head with a small smile. “No one has ever gotten the upper hand in tricking me, but you did….Now you’re in real trouble.”

Loki then stalked towards you on the bed and pinned you down. “Now who has the upper hand, darling?” With that, he took one hand and pulled up your shirt, revealing your belly. “I think this is a good place to start,” he smirked. Slowly, he glided his long fingers over your soft skin as you giggled and jerked. “Lahahahoki! Nahahaooo!” you begged as he began taking you apart. “Loki, yes!” he replied evilly. This time, his smile grew like that of Mr. Wide mouth and kind of freaked you out. “L-Loki, stop! Don’t smile like that! You know the story I read still kind of freaked me out.” Loki immediately mentally kicked himself for scaring you. “I’m so sorry, love,” he began. You thought for a second. “ Hmm….i guess I can forgive you, my mischievous prince.” You hugged as you felt him lightly tickle you and tried getting out of his grip but it was no use. “You still need to be punished for your prank against me,” he whispered in your ear. “Do what you must,” you smiled back at him. Giving him complete permission to yet again, torment you. “I wonder where else you are ticklish, love? Let’s find out. Shall we?” Loki then took his index finger and ran it along your ribs as you once again lost all sanity. “Ahahahaha! S-stop t-teasing,” you nearly screamed at his words. “Oh, love. I’ve gone way past teasing. Now the real fun has begun…Tickle. Tickle. Tickle.” All he did was wiggle his fingers at you this time and you tried cowering away be was stuck as Loki was still straddling you. “Ahh! Music to my ears!” he observed. He then got another weak spot, your sides. Your skin was riddled with goosebumps as he skittered his fingers over the area with glee. “My goodness! Who knew you were ticklish everywhere on your cute little body? I barely touch you and you lose your mind. You definitely make this relationship more fun, darling,” he finally proclaimed. “Glad I could help,” you laughed as he continued. The last place he tormented you was your hips. At this, you let out another loud screaming laugh as Loki toggled his fingers around the bone. “Oh? I didn’t know you were sensitive here, darling,” he said surprised. “Neheheither did I! Hahaha!” Finally, he let you go and told you that he must be rubbing off of you for you to play such a trick. “That’s a good thing,” he then said. “Yeah. Then I can go toe to toe with you,” you replied. “If you say so, darling,” he laughed. You both spent the rest of the day cuddling and teasing one another as Loki was glad you actually weren’t scared of those stories anymore.

*Not my best work but I did my best to get into detail. Might’ve needed more. I’m always really critical of myself. Hahaha!

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Two handsome men looking good in tuxedos!

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Monday, October 16 is my birthday!!! Cheers!!!

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A Different Dr. Smiley

Rating: PG (description of entity or what it does may be a bit creepy)

Language: none

Pairing: Loki and female reader

Description: Reader loves reading creepypasta over the month of October but always gets scared due to the graphic descriptions, etc. So Loki shows you that a particular monster you’re reading about, Dr. Smiley isn’t something to be scared of. And suggests you maybe shouldn’t read such stories if they scare you so much. Even if it is Halloween.

It was Halloween once again and you couldn’t wait to dive onto the internet to read the newest Creepypastas. You had a love-hate relationship with these stories because you loved getting scared but you hated being TOO scared.

One day while Loki was away from home for a while, you decided to go online and find some scary stories to spend your time alone reading. Most of them you’d read before so it was slim pickings on what stories you wanted to read. Finally, you came across a story about a Dr. Smiley. This story was about a doctor (Dr. Smiley) who, instead of saving the lives of his patients, helped them succumb to death. His place of business was a small run down building with chipped paint, shutters that hung by strips of wood and cardboard over the windows.

The doctor lured in the sick (mainly women) and promised free treatment for their ailments. Once the victim is inside the decrepit building, and injected with a blue liquid, they are strapped to a table. Dr. Smiley then waits patiently for the victim to awaken before he cuts open their bodies with a scalpel, inevitably making them bleed to death. Once the victim has bled to death, the doctor removes an organ to keep as a “specimen.”

“What kind of sick horror are people writing?!” you thought. This was probably one of the most disturbing pieces you’ve read to date on the site. Since Loki was not home to “protect”you from these monsters, you booked it upstairs to you and Loki’s room and hid under the covers, shaking with fear. You were so freaked out that you began hysterically crying. You wished with all your might that Loki was there holding you safe in his arms.

It seemed like hours (it was maybe twenty to thirty minutes) but finally you heard the door open and your Loki walked in. You breathed a sigh of relief, knowing your prince was home now to calm you down. After you heard him call your name a time or two, you finally yelled back, “I’m in the bedroom!” He could tell by your voice that you were in distress, so he raced up the stairs to the bedroom to see you cowering underneath the blankets on the bed. “Darling? What’s wrong? Why are you hiding under the covers?” he asked as he hurried over to be by your side. You looked at him with a tear stained face and replied, “ I read another creepypasta and I’m terrified the monster will come after me, so I hid up here.” Loki caressed your face and looked at you softly. “Aww. I’m sorry you got scared from reading those stories, love. But you know, they are just stories. They aren’t real. Maybe you should discontinue reading them this month since they always frighten you.” He cupped your face as you looked at him with a small smile. “Yeah. You’re probably right. But when Halloween comes, I can’t help but want to read scary stories to see how brave I am. I guess I’m not brave enough.” He kissed your head and hugged you tight. “You are more than brave enough, my love.” You broke the hug and Loki wiped the remaining tears from your face.

“I have an idea,” he began. “Why don’t you show me a picture of this “Dr. Smiley” and I’ll try to erase your fears. Is that alright?” You nodded, “yes” and all of a sudden, Loki stood up, enveloped in a green flash of light. Instead of your boyfriend, “Dr. Smiley” stood in his place. This time, you didn’t cower away because you knew by now that it was Loki trying to ease your fears. He actually looked kind of funny. He was wearing blue scrubs, a white doctor’s coat, stethoscope and a face mask. Just the look alone made you giggle a little. “Hey now!” he teased. “I think I look pretty good in this uniform. Don’t you think?” You had no words as you shook your head. “Now. To make my patient feel better.” He smirked that smirk that told you mischief was near. “L-Loki,” you began excitedly but nervously. “W-What are you gonna do to me?” He stepped closer. “Well, my name IS ‘Dr. Smiley’, so I think I’m going to help you smile.” With that, he lunged at you, pulling off the covers as he did so. “I believe you’re giggle deficient, my darling. I’m going to remedy that.” All of a sudden you felt a tingling sensation around your wrists as your arms raised above your head. He took off his face mask and smiled evilly at you as he slowly straddled your waist. “Doctor!” you said surprised. “What are you DOING?! Hahaha!” “Giving you your medicine, dearie,” he replied as he tickled your body wildly. “T-that’s not medicine! Ahahahah! That’s torture!” He came close to your face and looked you in the eyes. “If it helps you forget about those scary stories, I will gladly do this until you’re a laughing mess beneath me. I just want to see you happy and smiling, love.” He scratched and clawed all over your sweet belly as bursts of laughter came flying out of your mouth. “Stahahap!! Hahaha! I c-can’t take it!” you begged but this doctor wasn’t about to listen to his patient. “Stop? Why should I stop when your treatment is working so well?…See? You’re already laughing out of your mind!” He slowly trailed his fingers up and down your armpits as you shook with laughter. You couldn’t escape. You didn’t want to escape. “When did doctors tickle their patients?” you asked almost out of breath. “They don’t but then again, I’m not your typical doctor.” Laughter now rang out into the bedroom as he tore you apart so to speak. “Goodness,” Loki observed. I barely gave you a medicine and you’re laughing like a schoolgirl! How precious is this?! I wonder if it works on any other parts of your body?” He then tickled the backs of your legs as you jolted and your laughter turned into screams. “I think the medicine works if it’s got you screaming with laughter, my little dove!” Every part of your being wanted him to stop but deep in your heart, you loved these games and wanted him to continue. He then tickled your feet oh so slowly and maniacally. Up and down the soles of your feet at a steady pace. You were going insane but you loved every minute of it. Your stomach muscles ached horrendously but you couldn’t stop laughing. “Getting a workout, I see,” Loki teased as you laughed harder and harder. Your face now crimson red and streaked with happy tears.

Finally, after a few more minutes of his “medicine “ he let you calm down. “Feel better, my love?” Residual giggles still on your lips. “Yehehessss!” He shook his head. “Good. No more reading those scary stories then. Or I’ll have to do that once more.” “Agrheheed!” you replied still laughing. From then on, you never read another creepypasta. But tickles ensued nonetheless. You were now, finally free of your fears. All thanks to your own “Dr. Smiley.”

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Slender Man Isn’t So Scary

You read a creepypasta about Slender Man and believe that this monster is real and it scares you. To help you see that it’s just a story, Loki turns into Slender Man and decides to help you face your fear. Tickles and laughs ensue.

Language: None

Rating: G

Gender neutral

Slenderman. You’d heard of this creepypasta before but never had the nerve to read up on him. Until now. This creature caught your eye as you searched online for Halloween. You were certain this one wouldn’t scare you and you started to read.

Basically, Slenderman was an impeccably tall being that lived in the forest. This humanoid creature didn’t have and facial features, just a white face who wore a black suite. He mainly abducted people, especially kids. You had even read that someone nearly died because of the hysteria surrounding Slenderman and his right. This frightened you terribly and you began having nightmares about said being.

One night in particular you were laying fast asleep with your boyfriend Loki when you had one of these horrid dreams. You dreamed that you were out walking in the forest near you and Loki’s home when you spotted something just beyond your line of sight. It was a strange creature with long arms and very tall walking on two long legs. You wanted to get closer, but fear took over and you were frozen in place. That’s when it spotted you. Just then, you heard an ungodly noise, like a scream, coming from the direction of the monster. You took off running and let out a terrified scream of your own. Only, this wasn’t real. It was just a dream as you heard Loki calling to you, trying to wake you up. “Darling! Please wake up! You’re having a nightmare! Please, darling!”

Finally, you woke up shaking and told Loki about your dream. He asked what it looked like and so you searched on your phone until you found one. “Oh my love! I can see why you’re so scared. This thing looks dreadful. But I’m sure there are some out there that are not so maniacal.” “Really?” you asked still sniffling. “I’m sure. In fact, let me show you.” All of a sudden, Loki turned into Slenderman and you nearly jumped out of bed in fear. “It’s alright, darling,” the monster said. “It’s just me. Your Loki.” You breathed a sigh of relief when you felt his hands grab you and held you down to the bed. “La-Loki! Wh-what are you doing? Hahah?!” He pinned you down and began tickling you with his long appendages to show you how “not scary “ Slenderman could be. “I just want to hear you laugh, love” he said sweetly. For the next few minutes, Loki tickled you all lover your helpless body and made sure the only tears streaming down your face were tears of joy. After this, Loki turned back into himself and sat with you wrapped in his arms for the rest of the morning, making you giggle at his antics.