Prompt: Michael tickling Lucifer until he admits that Michael is the strongest angel. Takes place pre-fall.
Strongest Angel
Lucifer and Michael were at odds, the younger’s wings quivering while the older’s flared dangerously about his head. Michael was waiting for Lucifer’s response, his grip on his younger brother tightening just a bit.
Lucifer whimpered softly at the grip, not that it hurt but he knew what was gonna come. He glared defiantly at his brother, taking a big calming breath.
“Say it,” Michael’s voice said softly, almost persuasively.
“Never,” Lucifer snarled back, knowing he was going to regret it. Michael sighed in mock sadness.
“I wish it didn’t have to come to this brother, but you leave me no choice.”
Seconds later, his fingers were digging into Lucifer’s underarms, making the young angel shriek hysterically.
“Mihihihichael! Stahahahap!”
“Stop what little brother? I’m punishing you for your blasphemy!”
“Whahahat? I dihihihidnt sahahahay anhythihihing that wahahasnt truhuhue!” Lucifer whined, squealing when Michael scribbled over his pale tummy. “Nahahaha!”
“You claimed to be the strongest angel. I’m just proving you wrong.”
“Yohohohou’re TIHIHICKLING MEHEHE!” Morningstar shrieked, back arching and wings slapping the ground in his efforts to escape.
Michael chuckled fondly and gently encased Lucifer’s wings with his grace so they wouldn’t get damaged. Suddenly, Michael’s grace sizzled and Lucifer’s laughter rose in pitch as his wings were tickled as well.
“So? You should be able to escape.”
“CHEHEHEATER AHAHAHA!”
“How dare you accuse me of such a thing!” Michael gasped in outrage, digging into his brother’s sides. “Apologize at once!”
“EHEHEEK! IHIHIM SOHOHORRY!”
“Now, who’s the strongest angel, Luci?”
“R-RAHAHAPHAEL!”
“Wrong answer, squirt,” Michael growled, burying his face in Lucifer’s belly pudge and blowing loud, wet raspberries into the ticklish skin.
“MIHIKEY AHAHA MIHIHIKEY IS THEHE STOHONGEST ANGEL! AHAHA STAHAHAP IHIHIT!” Lucifer cried, tears in his pale blue eyes.
Michael smiled and stopped, pulling his little brother into his lap. Lucifer giggled madly for a couple more minutes before drooping against Michael’s chest. He panted and glared up at the older angel. Michael smiled and kissed his forehead, standing up with Lucifer on his hip. Morningstar griped Michael’s tunic and yawned.
“Love you, Mikey.”
Michael’s heart swelled and smiled softly, rubbing his little brother’s back. “Love you too, Luce.”
~ Fin ~