#avengers tickling

[tastybluesprite]

Sparring

I really liked this idea but idk if someone did it already. If that’s the case it was totally on accident. Anyway that’s all I don’t believe I wrote for them yet sooo… here we are! Enjoy❤️

Warnings: None really except a ton of fluff, also that this is a tickle fic so if that’s not your thing feel free to keep scrolling

Summery: Tony spars with Peter, until he pulls a certain trick that leaves Peter rather helpless…

It was one of those days when Tony had set time aside for Peter to work on his hand to hand combat skills. Sure, the kid had super strength and agility, but Tony was adamant that being Spider Man wasn't just about relying on webs and sarcasm. So here they were, in the middle of a makeshift training area in the Stark Tower gym, dressed in casual workout clothes, ready for a sparring session.

“You know, Mr. Stark, we could’ve done this with, like, the suits on. That would’ve made it more authentic.”

Tony smirked, stretching his arms above his head. “Kid, if you can’t handle me without the suit, what makes you think you’d stand a chance against any big bad villain? No more stalling. Let’s go.”

Peter rolled his eyes but took a fighting stance. “Alright… but don’t get offended if I go easy on you…”

Tony snorted with a raised eyebrow. “Oh yeah? And whats that supposed to mean? Think I’m too old to keep up with a quirt like you?”

Peter’s eyes widened. “N-no… I.. just… meant.. um…”

Tony laughed. “Relax kid, I’m messing with you. Don’t underestimate me because you have superpowers and I’m just a simple man… who happens to be a genius… now come on let’s go…”

The sparring then began. Peter kept darting in and out of Tony’s reach, his spider sense giving him an advantage. Tony, though not enhanced, had many years of experience, as well as sharp reflexes. His movements were precise, calculated for an adult man.

They danced around the mat, Peter occasionally landing hits, while Tony worked on wearing him down.

Suddenly, Tony feigned a misstep, stumbling just enough to bait Peter in. The teenager lunged forward, and Tony took advantage of the moment, twisting around and pressing a specific spot on Peter’s shoulder.

Peter gasped, and his legs giving out beneath him as he crumpled to the floor, leaving him completely immobilized.

“What the—?!” Peter exclaimed, his eyes widening.

Tony crouched down next to him, looking amused. “Pressure point. An old trick. You’ll thank me when I teach it to you. For now, though…” He poked Peter’s arm, which remained limp and unresponsive. “You’re not going anywhere for a bit...”

Peter’s cheeks flushed. It couldn’t possibly get more humiliating than this… being immobile and helpless in front of his literal idol of all people!

“Mister Stark this is so unfair! I can’t move!”

“Exactly why it’s effective. Now, let’s see…” Tony tapped his chin thoughtfully, his gaze scanning Peter’s prone form. “What can I do with a completely helpless Spider-Kid?”

Peter’s eyes widened a bit. “Wh… what?.”

“Oh, Dont worry…” Tony assured him with a small grin. “You know I’d never seriously hurt you… but.. ” A mischievous grin spread across the billionaires face. He leaned down, and gently wiggled his fingers menacingly over Peter’s torso. “I enjoy messing with you…”

“No, no, no, no!” Peter protested, his voice rising in panic. He instinctively tried to squirm away, but he was completely immobile.

Tony’s fingers descended towards his sweater, dancing lightly over Peter’s ribs. The reaction was immediate. Peter let out a squeaky laugh, his Spidey sense going into overdrive despite the paralysis.

“Mihihister Stahahark! Nohohoho!” Peter burst out, his laughter high-pitched and uncontrollable.

Tony chuckled. “Oh, this is just gold. I didn’t realize you were this ticklish, kid. And here I thought spiders were supposed to be tough.”

Peters head shook a bit, with his neck being the only muscles on his body not paralyzed, his face turning a bit red. Tony’s fingers found a rhythm, alternating between light scribbles and firmer prods along Peter’s sides and ribs.

“Th-THIhIhIhIS IhiHiHiHiS SOHohOhoHo EHeHeeHeHEVIhIHihIL!!!” Peter managed out hysterically through uncontrollable laughter.

“You’re just the cutest giggly mess, aren’t you…” Tony teased, grinning. He was clearly enjoying himself. “Let’s see…” He shifted his attention to Peter’s stomach, his fingers spidering over the surface of his hoodie.

Peter’s laughter grew more frantic. “No! NooHoOHOhOHO!!! NOHoHoHoT THEhEHEREHeHE! PleHEheHAhAhase!” Peter squealed out in panic.

“Oh? Bad spot?” Tony teased. He pulled up Peter’s sweater slightly, exposing his belly.

“N-no! Wahahait! Dohohohont—” Peter

But it was too late. Tony’s fingers lightly scratched at Peter’s belly, and the reaction was immediate.

Peter squealed more and laughed hysterically. His head shaking. “MIHIhiHiSTEHeHer STAHaHaHaHRK!!! PLeHEHEHEHASe…”

Tony chuckled, gently scribbled all over his belly. Peter squealed and laughed, his head shaking more as it was the only thing he could move.

Tony then accidentally brushed over his belly button, making Peter shriek and laugh hysterically.

Peter’s laughter went silent for a moment before he let out a loud squeal. “STOP! STA-HAHAHARK!”

“Belly button, huh?” Tony said, grinning like Christmas had come early. “Quite the sensitive nerves here for such a small spot…” He dug his fingers in gently, circling the sensitive area and poking in directly at the center, gently wiggling his finger in.

Peter was utterly helpless, tears developing by his eyes as he laughed uncontrollably. “I CA-HAHAHANT TAKE IT!”

Tony finally took pity on him, pulling back and letting Peter catch his breath.

As the effects of the pressure point wore off, Peter sat up, glaring at Tony. “You… are… t-the wohohorst,” he panted, his hair disheveled and his face flushed.

Tony shrugged, completely unapologetic. “Maybe be a bit more aware I’m battle so this doesn’t happen, yeah?” He playfully poked Peters side, making him squeak.

“I’m never living this down, am I?”

“Not a chance, kid,” Tony said, patting him on the shoulder. “I think we can call this one another win for me. We can rematch again some other time.” He said, turning to leave the room.

Peter’s eyes widened “H-Hey! Dont just leave me like this!”

Tony chuckled as he walked away. “Don’t worry… it should ware off in a bit… although… maybe I should alert the others of your position…”

“N-no! Mister Stark don’t!” Peter panicked.

Tony just chuckled as he disappeared.

[giggles-and-tiggles]

Shattered Disaster

Thank you so much for the positive feedback! I really appreciate it! This prompt was so cute! Thanks so much for the request! 

PLATONIC Steve x Reader 

Summary: Y/N accidentally messed up and has to face the tickly consequences of Steve Rogers.

Word Count: 821

<3 Reblogs are greatly appreciated <3

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Your stomach felt like it was about to start eating itself if you didn’t put food in your body for any longer. You hadn’t eaten all day and you thought it was about time to grab so food. 

You made your way into the kitchen in search of something to satisfy your intense hunger. All of the Avengers were off doing their own thing all throughout the compound, so no one had prepared food. 

When you opened the fridge, you eyes landed on some leftover Chinese food from the previous day. You happily took the food and placed it on the counter. You excitedly opened the cabinet to get a plate and 

Crash 

You slowly looked down at your feet and stared at the shattered plate. 

“What was that noise!?” You heard Steve yell from upstairs. 

“U-Uh uhm..! I-I nothing, Steve! Don’t-Don’t worry about it!” You sputtered pathetically. You frantically whipped your head around in search of the broom. That’s when your heard footsteps coming down the stairs and you knew you were screwed. 

“It didn’t sound like nothing. What did you do, Y/N-” Steve stopped dead in his tracks and looked down at the shattered plate. You froze in place. How was Steve going to react? Was he going to be mad?

“You did this?” He asked. 

You stood there for a moment, not knowing what to say. “Mhmm..” 

“Oh you did?” Steve looked up at you with a serious expression. “So you lied to me?” Crap.

“Huh?”

“You told me that it was nothing. And that I didn’t have to worry about it.” He stated, approaching you menacingly. 

“S-Sorry.” 

“Sorry won’t save you, Y/N.” Steve’s intimidating glare soon turned into a mischievous smirk. Something inside of you told you to run. And that’s exactly what you did. You started sprinting down the hallway in a desperate attempt to get away from Steve. 

“Get back here, Y/N/N~!” Steve shouted, starting to run after you. Steve wasn’t actually mad. It was just a shattered plate. You guys had lots of plates, it wasn’t the end of the world. Steve just wanted to teach you a lesson about lying, and wanted to play around with you just for the hell of it.   

Steve purposefully slowed himself down, so that he could give you a chance.

You were panicking. You thought Steve was mad at you and was going to kill you. Even though that sounded like something Steve would never do, you still thought it. You sprinted down the hallways as fast as your legs would take you. You were trying your best to avoid hitting the people that were walking, and not to trip. You heard Steve behind you, shouting things like, “I’ll get you, Y/N!” “You can’t run forever!” 

You eventually made it to your bedroom and tried your best to close the door on Steve. But of course that didn’t work, Steve was much stronger than you and effortlessly pushed the door open. He picked you up and tossed you on the bed. 

“S-Steve I’m sorry! Wa- AHAHAHAHAIT!” Steve grabbed your wrist, pulled it above your head, and wiggled five fingers into your armpit. You were immediately forced into loud laughter. You didn’t know what to expect, but Steve tickling you to bits wasn’t it. 

“Plehehehe - ahahahaha! STOHOHOP!” You squealed as Steve started drilling his thumbs into your hips. 

“You’ll learn not to lie to me.” Steve smirked. “That’s a promise.” 

“Yohohohou’re nohohohot mahahahd abohohout thehe plahahate?” You giggled.

“The plate? No. Of course not. We have a bunch of plates, it’s not a big deal, Y/N.” Steve reassured.

You were glad to hear that you weren’t in trouble for the plate, but you were still being tickled to pieces.   

Steve pressed his hands into your ribs and you jerked violently. “Are we sensitive here?” He teased. All you could do was toss your head back and laugh. There was no way that you were going to escape his grip. 

“AHAHAHA! IHIHI WOHOHON’T LIHIHIE AHAHANYMOHORE! PLEHE - IHIHI PROHOHOMISE!” You screamed, pushing at Steve’s hands as hard as you could. 

“Oh, I know you won’t.” Steve smiled down at your hysterical state. 

“SO STAHAHAHP! PLEHEHEHEASE!” You begged. 

“No, I don’t think I will.” 

You didn’t know how much more of this you could take. Steve was constantly moving his fingers around your torso, earning surprised shrieks and even more desperate pleas from you. All you could do was squirm and take it. 

“Ahem.” A voice said. 

Steve stopped tickling you and turned around to see Tony standing at the door. 

“Hey, hate to interrupt, but I went to get food and there was a shattered plate on the floor. Anyone wanna explain?”  

You and Steve glanced at each other for a moment. 

“T-That was me. I’ll get it.” You said, getting off of the bed and heading to the kitchen. 

“Lesson learned?” Steve asked.

“Lesson learned.” You confirmed. 

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[anothertickleblog]

Jumper Cables

Tony was always sort of child-like in nature, like his true age was actually somewhere between 10 and 14. It became very apparent this past few weeks, when he went around goosing people’s sides and shouting “Jumper Cables”. It started with Steve, Tony already knew he was ticklish, so whenever he was reaching for something, Tony would sneak up behind him. Steve had started to avoid him though, finding crafty ways to get around him.

One day in the kitchen all the avengers, had sat down to breakfast. Steve wanted his favorite mug, but Tony put it on the highest shelf. Steve sat down and waited for someone else to get up

"Hey Banner! Can you grab my mug from up there?" Steve asked poliety

"Uh, it's kind of a reach, Thor could you?" Bruce asked. Tony realized what was going on and moved to attack the poor soul, who reached for the cup

"Absolutely, Bruce!" Thor said happily, reaching up

"JUMPER CABLES!" Tony shouted squeezing Thor's sides multiple times

"What?" Thor asked moving Tony's hands off him and hand the mug to Steve

"Uh.. nothing" Tony answered backing away from the situation, eyeing Steve, who sat happily sipping coffee from his mug.

The Avengers sat around the table eating breakfast and talking amongst themaelves, the time had come to clean up, it was Tony and Clint. Clint was unloading the dishwasher, Tony decided one plate may be worth the pay off

"Jumper cables!" Tony yelled quieter this time, squeezing Clint's sides

"AH! Tohohony Stahahahp!!" Clint laughed wiggling out of Tony's grasp

"Ticklish Clint?" Tony asked smirking

"Heck off" Clint said continuing to put the dishes away. Tony thought it best to leave Clint alone now that he was on edge, only two more avengers to try Tony thought. This was fun, bringing laughter to some of his companions, he liked doing it too. He was walking the halls, thinking about which avenger to attack next. Bruce could Hulk out, not likely but it could happen, and Natasha could literally kill him in seconds. That's when he noticed Natasha walking towards him in the hall, it was now or never

"Hey" Tony said trying to act smooth

"Hi!" She smiled back cheerfully

He wanted until they we're just past eachother and turned around

"Jumper Cables" he said loudly, teasing both her side

"Ya, nice try Tony" Nat laughed turning around "Best leave me and the other alone" She said smirking, Tony booked it down the hall, and she watched smiling

Finally Bruce, he was laying on the couch, half asleep watching old wild wild west reruns. Tony leaned down behind the arm of couch and reached a hand out to Bruce's side

"Jumper Cable!" He yelled, repeatedly squeezing Bruce's side

Ah! Hahahaha!! Tohohony stop! Bruce laughedlp trying to escape his ticklish clutches

Bruce sat up to see Tony sporting a toothy smile

"You think that's funny?" Bruce asked

"A little!" Tony said smiling

Each person who'd been attacked felt a responsibility to get their revenge, they made a pact that whenever they saw Tony they each had to tickle him for a good 15 seconds.

Tony thought it was just fun retaliation the first time Clint did it

"Clihihihint hahahahhaha! Dohohoon't!" Tony laughed squirming in Clint's grasp, he was just getting and apple from the fridge

"Ok, are you gonna stop using your jumper cables?" Clint asked

"Nohoho ihiits fuhuhun!"

"Alright then, some more tickling won't hurt you then". Clint replied while continuing he's attack

Later, Tony awoke to a sudden large amount of weight on his waist

"Steve, what?" Tony asked still groggy

"jumper cables" whispered Steve into Tony's ear, sending shivers down his spine

"Steheve Don't"

"I haven't done anything yet" Steve said

"Your gohohnna!"

"Well, ya. But when? Maybe...Now!" He made a jerking action towards Tony who yelped and giggled in response

"Steheheheve, plehehease" Tony laughed becoming more anxious

"Ok, ready?"

"Nohoho"

"Here it comes"

"Stohohop, Juhuhust dohoho ihit!"

"Oh, but this is more fun, you're so ticklish" Steve whispered

"Shuhuhut Uhuhup Jeheherk, AhH! STHAHAHAHHAHAP, NOHOHOHO! AHAHAHHAHA!

Steve had begun tickling both of Tony's underarms, the sudden change in Tony's behavior was astounding, from a blushy mess to a loud ticklish man.

Tony was in the lab, working at his favorite computer standing, moving things around. Very focused, so focused in fact that he didn't hear Bruce come in. Bruce quickly snuck his hand up under both Tony's arms and started tickling.

"NOHOHO! Stohohop! Whohoho is thihihis? Tony was filled with questions, but mostly he was mostly filled with laughter

"It's Bruce, seems someone's a little, well, a lot ticklish under their arms"

"BRUHUHUHUCE! PLEHEHEHEHEHEASE DOHOHOHON'T!"

"It's a little late for that, I've already begun, you have to endure it for 10 more seconds." Bruce slowly began counting to 10 aloud

"SEHEHECONDS GOHOHO FASTER THAHAHAN THAT!"

"No, they just feel longer when your being tickled. Aw, you made me loose count I think we we're at 8?"

"FOHOHOHOUR!" Tony laughed, getting tired

"Well that's probably enough" Bruce said leaving him on the floor " Come on Dinner's in 10."

Tony cleaned himself up a but before dinner, wiping the sweat from his face and fixing his hair. He took his normal seat at the table, but Natasha had decided to sit next to him. He wasn't upset about it, things should mix around a bit, you get to know people better. Half way through the meal he felt a hand spidering over his knee, he almost yelped out loud. He kept moving his leg but it was eventually trapped between Nat and the table leg

"Natasha Please" Tony whispered

"Please what? You want me to pass the potatoes? Ok." She said handing him the bowl of mashed potatoes. He started to serve himself a portion when Nat's hand started squeezing around his knee

"Gah!" Tony yelled kicking his leg and dropping the potatoes. The people around the table looked at him

"I uh, the potatoes are hotter than I thought" Tony said. They turned away, continuing their former conversation. Tony reached his hand under the table to protect his knee, which is when he felt Natasha squeezing his upper thigh, quiet giggles escaped his mouth

"Nahahahahaht plehehehehase stahahap! Wehehehere at dihihiner!" Tony pleaded

"Quit doing jumper cables or this will be all of our Neal's together"

"Whaahat? Ihihits fun, whehehere all lahahaughing! Ihihits like bohohonding!" Tony replied his giggles becoming louder

"Well, ya I guess, just don't do it so often, and don't scream, we all know what you're doing"

"Okhahahy! stahahap"

"One more thing" Natasha said slyly

She went for the killer spot just above his knee making him scream with laughter

"AHH! NAHAHAHHAHAHAT! STAHAHAHAHAHHAAP! ILL STAHAHAHAHAP!!" Tony pleaded

The table all looked at him lovingly, from then on, there was more laughter in the tower than ever.

[anothertickleblog]

Two Ticklish Scientists

It’s my first fic guys, don’t expect much...

Bruce had been working the lab for what felt like weeks. He’d been asked to do a speech at a local University, but saving the city took a lot out of him. We’ll he didn’t like thinking he “saved the city” it’s a team effort. But becoming “The Hulk” was exhausting. There wasn’t an actual deadline for the speech but he wanted to get it done as soon as possible. So pulling all-nighters had become a regular event. Bruce was extremely focused on his work having heard of an advancement in cellular regeneration research, he didn’t hear Tony come into the lab

“Hey Banner” Tony said walking in “ I got us coffee”

“Banner?”  Bruce didn’t reply sitting at the desk

Tony set the coffee down on a table next to him and began sneaking up behind Bruce

“BANNER!!” Tony shouted teasing Bruce’s ribs

“AH!” Bruce yelled, clamping both arms to his sides with a slight giggle

Tony watched Bruce jerk away from the touch, and was that a giggle he heard? Could it be? Bruce, Ticklish? No fuckin’ way.

“What was that?” Tony asked smirking and stepping back

Bruce turned around, “What? Nothing. You scared me. Why were you sneaking up on me?”

“I didn’t. I called your name, guess you didn’t hear me” he shrugged. “ I brought us coffee, thought I could help you with the speech” he said with a smile offering a mug.

“Uh, thanks” Bruce said removing his hands from his ribs to grab a cup. “ Could you, um, read this report from a specialist in microbiology?”

“Absolutely!” Tony started to read the paper, well not actually reading, more skimming, thinking about how he could test out his theory. Tony got up and started to walk around, whilst fake reading the essay. Glancing over the paper to see if banner was “back in the zone”. Tony slowly walked up behind Bruce and reached for his coffee cup on the table, grazing Bruce’s side in the process

Tony watched intently as Bruce gasped and  jerked away from the touch with a smile

“Oh, Banner..” Tony said teasingly

Bruce sat there, staring at the screens in front of him, still as a statue

“You’re not ticklish are you?”

Bruce shivered at the word, feeling Tony’s smirk burn through him. Out of the corner of his eye, he saw a lone hand reaching towards him. He bolted. Tony stood there for a split second in shock, than took off

“Come back Brucey! I just want to talk about the speech!”

“No you don’t! Leave me alone!” Bruce yelled back running into his room, slamming the door behind him. Trying to turn the lock, when he felt a force from the other side.

“No!” Bruce yelled trying to keep the door closed, but he was admittedly weaker than Tony, and lost the battle.

“You don’ t have to do this...” Banner said backing up

“I know, but I want to” Tony said walking fast towards him

Bruce eyed the open door behind the famed Tony Stark, and decided to book it, starting to jump over the bed, when Tony grabbed his waist. 

“Ah! Tony please!” Bruce said struggling to get away. But his hands were effectively pinned down by Tony’s knees.

“ Aww you’re so cute!” Tony said each word was followed by a light poke to the stomach

“Noho, Stahahp!” Bruce said giggling “Leheave mehe alone!” 

“Wow! Giggling already, I’ve hardly begun!” Tony clamped both hands down on Bruce’s sides squeezing rhythmically 

“AH!HAHA! DOHOHON’T , NOHOHO MOHOHORE!” Bruce laughed wishing he had just made Tony leave when he came in the lab.

“I’ll make you a deal, If you tell me where you’re the most ticklish, I’ll stop.” Tony said moving to Banner’s ribs, massaging up and down, playing him like a piano.

“NOHOHOHO! WHAHAHY WOHOHULD IHIHI HAHAHAHA! PLEHEHEHEASE STOHOHOHOP!”

“Begging? The banner I know wouldn’t stoup so low” Tony smirked

“AHAHAHAHAHAHAHA! DOHOHOHOHN’T!”  Bruce laughed

Tony moved to Bruce’s neck, Bruce was reduced to quiet giggles, “Hehehe, dohohohn’t”  Raising up his shoulder’s to try to lessen the ticklish sensation, a blush growing on his face. “Nohoho mohohore!

“Aw! You’re blushing! I would stop but my hands are trapped see?” Tony said tugging at his hands, tickling Bruce more in the process. 

“Nohohoh thehehe’yre nohohot! Cuhuhut it out!” Bruce said shaking his head

“Just tell me where you’re the most ticklish and I’ll stop” Tony said in a sort of singsongy voice, moving his hands back to Banner’s sides

“OKAHAHAHY! OK!” Bruce yelled

Tony slowed his tickling in order to give Banner a chance to talk. Banner laid there quietly giggling trying to catch his breath. Suddenly Bruce yanked his hands out from under Tony’s knees, pushing him off and Pinning him the same way Tony had done. 

“What just... how?” Tony asked not completely comprehending what just happened. Bruce let out a heavy sigh, finally relaxing after this whole ordeal.

“Now Tony. Are you ticklish?” Bruce asked looking at Tony with a grin

“Uh, What? Pssh, Noo... You think the great man behind the Iron Man would be ticklish? I am the epitome of manliness and only kids are ticklish, no offense.” The sentence started of weak but Tony grew with confidence as the spiel kept going. 

“I mean, I’m a god damn super hero for crying out loud. What a wimpy weakness, again no offense. But it’s totally absurd to think that I-Ihihih, Hey! Stohohop!”

Bruce had gotten tired of hearing Tony talk and started wiggling his hands against his sides.

“Liar” Bruce said smiling

“Quihihiht it! Hahahahaha, Dohohohon’t!

“Don’t what?” Bruce asked smirking

“Ihihihi’m nohohot fahahaling for thahahat!” Tony said, trying harder to get away

“Ah, well. Worth a shot. So, tell me Tony, where are you the most ticklish?” Bruce said, actually having some fun

“Fuhuhuhuck ohohoff!” 

“Gasp! Such language! You must be punished!” Bruce said with mock shock. He slowly started moved his hands up to Tony’s armpits tickling along the way.

“NOHOHO! DOHOHON’T!! NOHOHN’T THERERE! PLEHEHEHEASE, I’M SOHOHOHRRY!!! I’LL TELL YOUHOHOHO WHEHEHERE I’M MOHOHOST TIHIHIHICKLISH!!”

“I don’t think I need you to tell me anymore” Bruce said worming his hands under Tony’s arms

“AH! HAHAHHAHAHHAHAH! STAHAHAHAHAP!!!” Tony shrieked, clamping his arms down to his sides as hard a possible. “NOHOHOHOHOH MOHOHORE!! I’M SAHAHAHARRY!!” Finally, Tony yanked his arms out from under Bruce and started tickling his hips

“WAHAHAHAIT! NAHAHAHT THERE!” Bruce yelled yanking his arms back to his sides, and trying to pull Tony’s hands off his hips.

“Oh Ho! Guess you don’t have to tell me where you’re most ticklish either!” Tony said massaging his thumbs into Bruce’s hips.

“STAHAHAHAHAP! PLEHEHEHEASE!” Bruce shrieked falling of Tony, landing next to him on the bed. He reached for Tony’s sides, squeezing them as a last resort.

“AH! HAHAHAHAHAH! OKAHAHAHAY TRUHUHUSE!” Tony said letting go of Bruce’s hips and scooting away from him. Bruce also let go, turning on his back and placing his arms over his stomach. They lay there for a bit, catching their breath.

“Let's agree not to tell anyone about this” Tony said breathlessly

“Deal” Bruce said sitting up “ Let’s get back to the lab”

“Don’t wanna” Tony said rolling over to face away from him

Bruce smiled, and poked Tony in the side before getting up and started briskly walking towards the lab

“AH! You son of a bitch” Tony said smiling, getting up to follow Bruce into the lab.

[thebest-medicine]

Persuasion

submitted by rock-of-winchesters

A regally huge door opened as the prince of Asgard walked swiftly towards it. He strode past the cells of the other prisoners and went directly to the one he wanted. Thor looked a bit sheepishly at the person inside the cell, who was currently sitting on the floor and reading. The Trickster didn’t even bother looking up but knew exactly who was there.

"Loki."

Said god didn’t reply and just flipped to the next page in his book, waiting for Thor to continue.

"Loki," Thor said again, this time stricter.

"I haven’t stopped you, have I?"

"I need your help."

Now the god looked up and stared at Thor. A slight smirk played on his lips. He closed his book and stood up.

"With what, dear brother, could you possibly use my help for?"

"Malekith, the Dark Elf, has risen. His goal is to take back the Darkness that has been hidden for years, but it is back and so is he. I can’t face him alone."

"Well, you have the three oafs already, don’t you?"

"Yes, and I am grateful for their services. But I need you by my side, as well."

"Ah, getting the old band back together…" Loki stepped closer to the barrier of his cell.

"Ooh, no need to get hostile, brother. But what if I say no?"

"Then I’ll persuade you."

"How?"

"I would offer you freedom, but I believe that’s out of the question."

"Yes, I do rather enjoy it in here. And I would enjoy it more when you are no longer in my presence. Good-bye, Thor."

Loki turned and bent down to grab his book again.

"Loki, you are trying my patience. And if you recall," the God of Thunder couldn’t help but smile for a second as he thought of something. It was ridiculous but it was something, "I knew a method that would get you obeying to anything I said when we were children."

Loki smirked, not having any idea what Thor was talking about, but was getting interested in his brother’s plan. He spun around on his heels and resumed his spot close to the edge of the cell.

"Enlighten me."

"Very well."

Thor walked up the few steps to the cell and effortlessly stepped through the magic cell barrier as if it wasn’t even there. He was able to penetrate it, but not Loki, because the cell was designed for the evil. Loki backed up a few steps, but held his ground after to try and prove that he wasn’t intimidated by Thor. But his resolve to be strong ended when he was tackled to the floor by the Asgardian prince. Without waiting for a retort of some kind or for Loki to start struggling, Thor wiggled his fingers against Loki’s side. The Trickster yelped and shoved the other’s hand away.

"Don’t you dare!"

Thor ignored his brother and continued the onslaught. It was a mistake for Loki to choose to only wear a thin under garment that resembled a t-shirt that day in the cell. He tried to resist, he really did. But once Thor moved his devious fingers to his ribs, all was lost. Endless giggles poured from the Tricker’s mouth. The older one couldn’t help but smile at the sound. It wasn’t the normal resentful snickers. This was real, hard laughter.

"Thohohohor, y-you’re suhuch an ahahaHAHASS! Stop!"

"Will you help me?"

"Nohohoho! Get ohoff!" Loki tried shoving away Thor’s hands, but the elder just held them with his own as he continue to ruthlessly tickle him. This was childish and dumb and really the last thing they should be doing considering the fate of the world lies in his hands. But Thor didn’t care. If he was getting his baby brother to laugh again, it was worth it.

"Help me save the Nine Realms and I will stop."

Loki had considered fighting back, but then realized that Thor was dawned in his armor. There would be no way to tickle him through that. He could use his magic… but that would ruin the mood of what was happening, and Loki rather enjoyed it.

Thor had moved his hand upward and Loki grew more nervous. He knew that Thor knew that one of his worst spots was his underarms. The God of Mischief tried valiantly to secure his arms against his sides.

"Nonononono! Thor, stop! I swehehehear!"

"Swear that you will risk your life to go to battle with me to defeat Malekith?"

Loki’s laughter grew louder for a second not from the tickling but because he found Thor’s humor funny. His older brother had registered that Loki was trying his hardest to not allow him to tickle his underarms. But he knew that would break him once and for all, so he had to do it. Thor snuck his hand under Loki’s shirt and attacked his stomach, another one of his sweet spots. Loki screamed out and squirmed more, trying to shove Thor’s hands away from his belly.

"Nahaha! THOHOR STAHAHAP!"

Thor was smiling without knowing it. He was enjoying this too much. The god dipped his finger into his brother’s bellybutton, which made Loki shriek. He finally had the opening he needed and shot his hands under Loki’s arms and tickled them furiously. Loki’s arms locked over Thor’s hands and he laughed quickly before falling into silent laughter. It fluctuated after that.

"T-THOR! I CAHAHAHAN- PLEHEHEASE HAHAHAHA STAHA!"

"You know what I want to hear, brother."

"HAHAHA! Y-YES! YESYESYES, THOR, STAHAHAHAP! AHAHA!"

"Yes what?"

"OH, YOUHUHU COM-COMPLEHEHETE AHAHASS! JUST STAHAHAHAHAP! I-I’LL GOHOhoho…"

Thor had pulled his hands out from Loki’s underarms and moved to tickling his sides and belly lightly. Loki was giggling and smiling.

"You will come with me?"

"Yehehes, you ohoaf… Now, gehehet ohohoff!"

"Thank you, Loki."

Thor stood up and Loki followed, brushing himself off while trying to glare at the older one.

"That wasn’t very fair."

"Yes, well, I took a page out of your book, brother."

Loki reached out to smack Thor, but he ducked back out of the cell and Loki hit the cell barrier instead.

"I expect you ready in an hour. I will be back with guards to keep you chained."

"Chains?"

"Yes. I shouldn’t trust you. Not yet."

"Of course. Why would I expect different? See you then."

Thor couldn’t hold back a smile as he left the prison. Loki relaxed in his cell again, a rush of excitement flowing through him from the impending adventure. He had so many new tricks to test out. And revenge would surely be in store for his brother.

~The End~