Ticklish little leader
Ler(s): Paul & Patryk
Lee: Kid!Tord
Summary: Tord is being a little brat so his dads tickle him silly >:3
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Tord was being a little brat.. again. He was refusing to go down for bed.
"Tord, it's time for bed." Paul said sternly but softly.
Tord just crossed his arms, pouting. "No! I don't wanna!" He whined.
Paul groaned and glared at Tord, but there was no real anger behind it. "Pat! Come help me!" The bushy browed man called out to his husband.
"Coming!" Patryk called back, coming into the room with a calm and gentle smile as he approached Tord. "Tord, you gotta go to bed. It's past your bedtime already and you have school tomorrow" he said in a sweet, fatherly tone.
Tord just pouted even more and stuck his tongue out. "No! I'm not tired!" He whined, glaring st his dad's and pouting.
Patryk sighedand turned to Paul, not sure how to continue. Tord was adorable, but he was stubborn as hell.
Paul suddenly got an idea, smirking as he whispered it to Pat. Pat smirked as well. They both turned to Tord, who was still pouting.
"Not tired, huh? We can fix that" Paul said with a chuckle. Tord raised an eyebrow, confused on what his father ment.
Before Tord could even react, Patryk scooped him up and started squeezing his hips, sending the poor boy into absolute hysterics.
"EEEEHEHEHEHEEH PAHAHAPA NOOO!" Tord squealed as he flailed around in his father's arms.
The two men chuckled, watching with happy smiles as their son giggled and squealed adorably.
Paul soon joined in on the tickling, spidering Tord's feet mercilessly.
Tord laughed and squirmed, but was unable to escape his dad's tickly attacks.
"AHAHAHAHAHA NOOO! NOHOHO TICKLES!" He squealed, tears of mirth running down his little cheeks.
They did eventually stop, leaving Tord an exhausted, giggly mess. Patryk picked Tord up and carried the little guy to bed, tucking him in with a little kiss on the forehead.