Not sure if youâve seen endgame but itâs not really a spoiler but I was wondering if you could write a fic with Peter Q & Thor where theyâre low key having a brag fest that starts out as them trying to be better than the other but it just turns into them trying to impress each other & it turns into a tickle fight? Ever since I heard that guardians vol 3 is gonna be called asguardians of the galaxy thatâs all Iâve wanted
this was SO FUN omg. i hope this is what you wanted, i can also totally write a part two if necessary because i was so into lee!quill that i didnât know if you wanted me to turn the tables⊠so the ending is open lmao
âNah, Iâm out.â Rocket got up and headed towards the stairs. Thor sighed and looked at Groot with an eyebrow cocked up, like an invitation to have a go at this ridiculous challenge.
âI am Groot,â he responded, voice flat with boredom, following Rocket to the cockpit.
âAh, come on! This is ridiculous! No one wants to even try?â said Thor with a chuckle in his tone.
âI certainly wonât. Iâve done horrible things for Thanos. I donât need to be reminded that Iâm not worthy.â
Nebulaâs words created a cold silence, and she simply got up and left to her room, without saying anything else. Thor cleared his throat to break heaviness that settled in the room and looked at Peter, who was standing against the wall with his arms crossed. He then gestured at the middle of the room where MjolnĂŻr stood on the floor. The other man inhaled sharply.
âWhat? Oh! Yeah, oh, you want me to go?â
âWouldnât it be unlike you to not try, Queel?â
âIâm not answeriââ Another sharper inhale. âItâs Quill.â
âWho else do you want me to ask? Youâre the only one left.â
âYou could go wake up Mantis and Drax and ask them,â Peter said with a smirk.
âI know what youâre setting me up to, but it wonât work. Thereâs no way in the realms Iâm the one to wake up Drax again.â
Peter snickered at the memory of Thor getting smacked by a disgruntled, groggy morning Drax, and Thorâs eyes rolled so far back he swore he couldâve seen his brain.
âCome on! Just have a go at it. Itâll be fun,â he said.
âIâm not buying into your dumb game, man. Youâre just trying to stand your groundâ not even your ground. Itâs a ground thatâs not even yours. Youâre trying to stand a ground because you donât like that Iâm a leader here. Thatâs just⊠a pissing contest. Well guess what. Not gonna work.â
Thor scoffed at this, getting up from his seat, and Peter stopped glaring at Thor to shake his head in disapproval.
âIâm surprised youâre not tempted to prove your worth, Quint,â Thor picked up the hammer and threw it in the air briefly, spinning it casually. Peter smirked stepped away from the wall.
âOkay, so you can lift a magic thingy, good for you! Now what? How does that mean anything?â
âNothing, nothing at all. But your ego is completely crushed, youâre so irritated, itâs hilarious, really.â
Thor was thoroughly entertained and smiling and Peter mildly blushed, stepping closer to him with a with an eyebrow raised.
âIt takes a lot more than that to crush my ego.â
âIt really doesnât.â
âNo, no it doesnât.â
âNo it doesnât, because youâŠâ Thor punctuated the word with a poke at Peterâs stomach. â⊠are sensitive.â
Peter choked out a giggle, taking a step back. His arm curled around his belly protectively.
âDonât poke me. Iâm ticklish.â
âNow youâre just giving me a reason to poke you.â
Peter took a step back, eyes twinkling with a playful spark, as Thor approached him. He took a few more steps back and eventually his back was against the wall again, a big, tall Asgardian god standing a mere few inches away from him.
âThis is dumb,â Peter said, giggles peppering his speech, âwhat are you doing?â
The flurry of sporadical jabs to his abdomen that followed answered his question. More giggling ensued and he grabbed Thorâs wrists, trying to stop him in vain; his strength didnât match up to a godâs.
âAre you calling me dumb, Quert?â
âItâs Quihihill!â His laughter escalated and he threw his head back as Thor started to scrabble and squeeze his belly.
âAnswer the question! Oh, unless you canât, which would be completely understandable, of course, considering Iâm obliterating you.â Thorâs voice had a bit of a singsong tone to it, almost teasing. His hands moved around, trying out different spots on Quillâs abdomen.
âOh, so you really canât answer! Looks like youâve been defeated. And all it took was a little tickle, tooâŠâ
âNOOOO! Stop it- AAAHAHAH!â
Thor laughed along with Peterâs screeching, crawling his hands up his ribs to wriggle in his underarms. This gave him a chance to catch his breath a little as his laughter died down a small bit. It sure as hell didnât stop entirely, though. He was simply melting into the wall, turning into a goop of giggles.
âThis is a lot easier than I thought it would be,â said Thor, chuckling at Peterâs slight thrashing around between his tickling hands.
âYou ahahare the wohohohorst, Thuhunder Duhuhude.â
âThunder Dude? I wonât answer to that.â
His hands went back down to Peterâs hips and he dug his thumbs in the spots right above his hip bones, on his lower tummy.
Oh, how lucky they are the screaming that followed didnât wake Drax.
Peterâs back arched and his laughter raised up a full pitch. He almost collapsed to the floor, and used the very little upper body strength his laughter left him with to push lightly at Thorâs hands, which didnât do much.
âOhohohokay! Thohohahahaha- Thor!â
âItâs Thor, son of Odin, seductive god of thunder.â
âThahahahatâs buhuhullshihihit!â
âOh, is it?â Thor smirked and started going faster. Peter gasped and squealed, before his laughter picked up again.
âOHOHOKAY! Thohohor, sohon of hahahaha, ohohofâŠâ
â⊠Rihihihight, Ohodin. Gohohod of thuhunder-â
Peter was cut his own gasp as Thor squeezed his hips.
âSeductive god of thunder.â
âAhahalrihihight. Seheductive gohohod of thuhundeheher!â
Thor stopped his attack and Peter slid down the wall, collapsing on the floor, still giggling softly.
âI donât think you do.â
Thor sat criss cross in front of Peter who giggled, sitting upright, holding his stomach.
âGod, my stomach hurts.â
Thor snickered and pat Peterâs knee gently causing him to jolt a little.
âWhat? I just⊠pat you! I didnât do anything!â Thor laughed.
âIt doesnât take a lot, okay?â
âI noticed. How weak of you.â
Peter chucked and got up, putting his hand on Thorâs shoulder, somewhat affectionately. He then gave it a gentle squeeze, near his neck, and Thor⊠yelped and cocked his head to the side abruptly, grinning. Peter looked back at him with a wide smile.
âYou have got to be shitting me.â
âOh, so suddenly you know my name, huh?â