Summary: Ian is practicing a spell and things go very wrong, or is it very right? His older brother is more than happy to help but did Ian get more than he bargained for?
Word Count: 2,161
Author’s notes: I want to thank so many people for helping me with different parts of my writing process for this fic such as @amazingmsme and @rachi-roo and so many others. It’s been a long time coming. But I finally did it. Enough of me talking. Here it is.
Barley woke up to the sound of someone giggling. He squirmed in his sleep wanting at least a few more minutes before he had to get up. He had been up late last night playing Quests of Yore. The giggling continued and he was starting to get a little annoyed. Although he couldn't help the smile that had been on his lips. He frowned and started opening his eyes. It was then that he realized that he was the one who was giggling. There on-top of his legs was Blazey but something seemed off about her. Barley tried to shake the dragon off but it was no use, she was stuck to him like glue, and really tickling his bare feet. How? He couldn't quite tell, and he couldn't see over the dragon but it was starting to drive him crazy. And since he was fully awake Blazey seemed to go even harder. In his attempt to shake her off. He fell off his bed with a crash laughing hysterically. It was only a moment later and Ian raced into the room. He stood with his staff at the ready. But stopped frozen when he saw the sight. A grin slipping onto his face.
"Hey Bear." Ian said teasingly.
"Hahaahi!" Was the response. "HEHELP!" Ian shook his head and giggled. "IAN!" The older brother cried.
"Okay, okay!" He laughed, poking at Blazey's side with the tip of the staff. The dragon didn't budge. Just kept tickling. Now getting between Barley's toes causing him to holler louder and bang his fists against the floor.
"IAHAAAAHAAHAAAN!"
"I'm trying!" Ian kept poking up along Blazey's side. "C'mon Blazey, let Bear go. Please."
"GRAAHAHAAAB HEHEHEEHER!" Ian took a step back.
"I can't! I'm sorry!" Suddenly Ian turned and left the room in a hurry. Poor Barley was left all on his own.
Barley had had just about enough when his younger brother came back with the dragon's favorite treats. Sniffing the air Blazey turned her head still tickling Barley's feet but having lightened up. "that's a girl. C'mon now." Ian slowly backed out of the room and Blazey with a few final tickles left Barley to recuperate and go eat her real snack happily.
It didn't take long for Ian to rush into the room and close the door. Leaning up against it. "Hey Barley. You okay?" He asked with a huge grin but his tone was caring. Barley having caught his breath from the previous events nodded his head, getting up and walking over to his brother giving him a huge bear hug.
"I'm great, thanks to you." He took a step back eyeing his brother up and down. "Blazey seems particularly cuddly this morning. Anything you would like to share?" Ian's face started to turn darker.
"Ummm, well." He stuttered not quite looking his brother in the eye. Barley sat down in front of Ian and looked up at him, waiting patiently. The teen sighed. "I was practicing my magic and I guess something went wrong and it hit Blazey and now she's acting all funny."
"I see. And what spell were you practicing?" He asked curiously. Ian shifted and turned almost as if to walk out the door. "Hey, just where do you think you're going?" Barley said with a grin grabbing onto Ian's arm and pulling him into his lap. Ian struggled a little but soon settled down. "I think I was asking you a question?"
"Ummm, I was uhhhh. Practicing...." He started. His ears and cheeks turning a deep purple.
"You know you can tell me anything right? I won't judge you. I'm just trying to help you!" The older of the two hugged Ian close. Hoping to comfort him and ease some of the awkwardness and embarrassment Ian seemed to be experiencing.
"Ya, I know. It's just I." He took a breath and started speaking quickly. "I found a spell to create a tickle monster and I guess I thought it might be fun, besides maybe it could come in handy, right? So when I said the spell went wrong I think it actually went right. It turned Blazey into a tickle monster but I don't know how to control her or how to turn her back." Barley listened closely to it all trying his best to keep up.
"Let's see if I have this right. You turned Blazey into a tickle monster and you don't know how to get her back." Barley thought for a moment just sitting and cuddling with Ian. "Where'd you find this spell?" Ian squirmed out of his brothers grasp. And got himself mentally ready as he opened the door. There were sounds of Ian's feet running as fast as he could. Suddenly he heard a squeal and more running. This time more feet too. Ian suddenly burst in and slammed the door behind him. In his hands were his staff and a book.
"This one. I found it in the back corner of the library." He handed it to Barley. The older boy took it and started flipping through it.
"I haven't seen one like this in years! I thought they were all gone! Good find Brother!" Barley grinned and patted his brother on the back. "let's see." He looked through some of the spells then getting to the page Ian must've found he read though it. "okay. So why did you ask for a tickle monster?" Barley asked casually as he continued reading the page. When Ian didn't say anything Barley looked up. "Ian?" Ian was standing there fiddling with the end of his staff and his cheeks a deeper purple than Barley had ever seen. "Ian?" Barley said again, placing the book down. Getting up and walking over to him. "What is it?" Ian stayed silent. Hyper focused on his staff.
"Because I wanted it." He mumbled so quiet Barley almost couldn't tell he had been speaking.
"you'll need to speak up little one." Barley put a reassuring hand on Ian's back.
"Because I wanted it!" Ian said again, a little louder.
"Wanted what?" Barley was trying to understand but he just couldn't seem to grasp on. Suddenly one of Ian's hands collided with Barley's ribs and he gave a couple squeezes before squeaking and running and jumping onto Barley's bed burying his face into the pillows. Barley let out a yelp as his ribs were squeezed then stared after Ian before it finally dawned on him. "Ohhh, I see." He walked over and sat on the bed beside Ian. "You just wanted to be tickled!" Barley's heart was practically melting as he reached a hand and wiggled his fingers lightly into his brothers ribs. Ian burst into giggles and shifted away.
"Baahaaahaarley!" Was the muffled reply.
"If that's what you wanted, why didn't you just say so? You don't need a spell for a tickle monster." He chuckled.
"I caahaaaahaan't just saahaay! Besides, this waahaahaas easier!"
"Was it now?" Barley wrapped his big hands around Ian's rib cage and lifted him toward himself his fingers digging lightly into the ticklish ribs. Ian was squirming and giggling like mad.
"Yeeheeeheees!"
"Well I wonder if you'll change your mind when I tell you you can't put Blazey back into a normal dragon until she's fulfilled her tickling desires. And her tickling desires will be whatever you wanted the tickle monster for when she was created."
"What? Noohooo!"
"Oh yes brother. Only then will the spell work to bring her back." Barley stopped his little attack on his wizard brother. And just hugged him tightly giving him a kiss on his cheek. Ian caught his breath quickly and turned in Barley's lap hugging him back, hiding his face in his brothers neck. Barley chuckled "Alright. Well we should go get this done before mom comes home and she gets attacked. Ian hopped off Barley's lap.
"Okay." He said shyly. Barley's smile was huge. He had the cutest and best brother in the world. They walked out and looked for their friendly tickle monster. They found her in Ian's bed looking smug as they walked into the room. Ian gulped and blushed.
"Don't worry. I won't let her take it too far. You just have fun." The smirk on Barley's face was sweet and a little devious. Ian turned to run away but Barley grabbed onto him. Looking at Ian's face. Seeing the panic but pure excitement Barley winked. "You're not going anywhere until we all get what we want." He said so teasingly and looked at Blazey who locked eyes with Barley and she got down off the bed pouncing on Ian's back.
Now Barley could see what she looked like. It was Blazey but with 4 extra arms. Two on each side between her front and back legs. These arms had furry hands that had retractable claws. And Blazey's tail had a bright. Very fluffy feather on the end. Barley held onto Ian's arms keeping them away from his sides while Blazey was on his back and had two hands squeezing up and down Ian's side as the other two were squeezing his hips. The feather tail was fluttering all around his neck. Ian would've dropped to the ground if Barley wasn't holding him up. He was shaking his head and kicking his legs. Curling them up to his chest and screaming in happy laughter. Barley hadn't heard or seen anything sweeter than the happy face and laughter of his brother.
"Is she good at tickling?" Barley teased. Moving his hands down his arms to wiggle his thumbs into the hollows.
"YEEHEEHEEEEHEES!"
"You having fuuuuuun?" A slight pause as a scream ripped out. The hands latching onto the backs of the teens thighs.
"YEEEHEEHEEEEHEEEEEES!"
"Good. Because we are too!" Barley laughed along with his younger brother. Turning him around and sitting with him on the floor, placing Ian in front of him. His big hands vibrated into Ian's tummy and sides. While Blazey sat on Ian's out stretched legs and wiggled a furry paw in between the toes and one nail dragged up and down the sole of his other foot. Ian had his head tilted back, resting on Barley's shoulder as he screeched and squealed, laughing hysterically. He could barely squirm. "Awww, poor ticklish Ian." This tickling lasted for a few more minutes before both tickle monsters could sense that Ian was reaching the end. They started to slow down. And Ian's laughter turned to giggles.
"Thanks." Ian managed to whisper
"Hold on. We're not done quuuuuite yet." Ian tried to turn and look at his brother. The two tickle monsters locked eyes and they knew. Barley using both hands scooped Ian up so he was laying on his back across his arms. Then suddenly lifting the teens shirt Barley dropped his face and blew a huge raspberry while Blazey clung to Ian's legs and licked all over Ian's twitching feet. Ian screamed and flailed his arms. A couple more raspberries and licks later and Barley put his brother down. Just holding him gently as he recovered. Blazey sat beside and watched with what looked like a grin. "Happy now brother?"
"Yes. Are you?" Was the quiet response.
"Very." They sat together just resting for about half an hour before Ian started squirming.
"Now we can get Blazey back?" He asked getting out of the hug.
"You sure you want her back?" He teased, pinching Ian's side.
"Yeehes!" Ian squeaked and jumped out of the way.
"Alright. Go get your staff. I'll help you." Ian ran off and grabbed his staff from Barley's room. He came back and the two brothers performed the spell. It worked like a charm and soon they had a happy normal pet dragon again.
"Hey Ian. You know that if you ever want to be tickled all you have to do is come ask." Ian looked at his brother shyly.
"I know. I didn't want to bother you and it's...."
"Adorable." Barley finished for him. "and you're never a bother. Ever. You got that? I love you!" Ian jumped into the outstretched arms. "and I love tickling you and making you happy. That is my job by the way." Barley chuckled as he wiggled his fingers into Ian's side. Ian squeaked, squirming.
"Hey!"
"Okay, okay." He stopped and hugged him tighter.
"You know what my job is?"
"What?"
"This!" Ian started his own tickle attack and Barley burst into light laughter. Allowing his brother to have his fun.
The two elves spent the rest of that day. Just spending time together. Working on a few spells and of course a lot of tickles. While it could feel weird to ask for it. He knew if he tried Barley would know. He was very lucky and happy to have tickle monster as a brother. That didn't mean he wasn't going to bring Blazey the tickler out again. But this time for a different purpose.
