Thank you, Mari2akary for the prompt!
Pairing: Loki and female reader
Synopsis: One day you were reading a creepypasta about Jason the Toymaker. You read his story and couldn’t help but feel a sense of sympathy for him. This is when Loki overheard your statement aloud and decided to see what is going on or if by chance you scared yourself once more. To which, he once again turned into the character and he showed you there is nothing to be afraid of. He wanted to make sure you felt safe.
One day you were reading creepypastas alone again at the home you shared with your boyfriend Loki and you came across a story about Jason the toymaker. As you started reading, you had this overwhelming sense of sympathy for the character and you even stated out loud you weren’t afraid of him. This story didn’t scare you but Loki wanted to be absolutely sure you were okay. In his own little way, he wanted to help you understand that these were just stories. His typical treatment of tickles always helped you feel better no matter what.
The story went like this…Jason the Toymaker was a creature with human like features who loved building toys. He seemed like a good friend, but in actuality, he was selfish, a liar, and a possessive control freak that would kill anyone he believed to be standing in the way of his goals. His absolute goal was to convince “the chosen” (mostly female victims) to promise to play with him for all eternity. It doesn’t matter how the chosen keeps their promise, because for Jason, the attention won’t be enough.
Jason himself was a tall, lanky being that in the stories, sometimes dawned a top hat. His personality once again, was that of selfishness and control and he would kill anyone he thought stood in his way of playing with his female victims for all eternity. He didn’t like being alone, and he always had to be the center of attention. He also hated when his “chosen” seemed ungrateful to him. He understood that the “chosen” couldn’t keep the promise and wanted him to go away. Jason then punished them by transforming them into wax dolls so they had no chance to run.
After you finished reading the story, you noticed some bullet points on the story. Such information regarded was that Jason once was a human being named Jason Meyer. Whenever he was really angry, his appearance would change into his true form. His red hair then turned its actual color of white and his honey colored eyes turned green. His arms became rotten and his nails were so sharp that they could slice through skin. As his appearance changed, so did the type of toys he made, as they turned from fun-loving to little monsters that could hurt or even kill someone. Jason himself had three toy sidekicks; a black wind up mouse toy named Licorice that spied and controlled everything that surrounded him. There was another wind up mouse named Red Mouse that stowed an explosive device inside of it that would explode at the lightest touch, and a huge stuffed toy snake named Mr. Glutton that ate the wax dolls after they got too old. Finally, the only thing that he guarded with his life besides his dolls was a music box hidden in his chest that if ever broken or destroyed, could kill Jason. Jason himself stood about 6’3” in height.
You finished reading the story and instead of being scared, you felt sorry for Jason the Toymaker. You felt like he sadly had his humanity taken away from him when he became this evil monster that destroyed anyone (especially females) who got in his way. You couldn’t believe a character like that could truly be so bad and it actually made you think of your Loki for a moment. He had gone from this maniacal being in 2012 to the sweet, caring, fun loving person you came to know and love. Deep down you knew he wasn’t evil, just hurt by those whom he loved and cared about. Because of this, he forgot who he was and it took someone like you to bring him back.
Finally, you were shaken out of your momentary sadness to see Loki appear at your bedroom door. “What story are you reading today, my darling?” he asked. His arm resting on the frame of the door. “Oh nothing. Just this character that kind of reminded me of you.” “Oh really?” he replied as he walked in and sat on the bed. “ Yeah. Just reminded me of how you’ve changed over the years because of certain circumstances.” You smiled sadly at him. “You know I’d never dream of hurting anyone anymore. Especially not you, my love,” he replied assuringly. “ I know,” you said holding his hand. He lifted your chin with a finger and lightly kissed your lips, looking you in the eyes afterwards. “Is there anything I can do to make you feel better?” You smirked. “You know.” He breathed in deep. “As you wish,” and with a whirl of green magic, turned into Jeff the Toymaker. “Is this better, darling?” he said with arms spread showing you the look. You giggled. “Sure. But I like you as you.” With that, Loki looked touched as he put his hand over his heart. “Oh my darling. Thank you. That means the world to me, but I’m still going to give you my little treatment.” You opened your arms. “Then do what you must. Hehehe!” He smirked evilly. “Don’t tempt me, y/n. You’re going to regret it.” You sat with your arms open once again as if to say, “do it. I dare you.” You knew Loki couldn’t resist a dare so he slowly grabbed you by the wrists and laid you down on the bed. Smirk still on his face. “You’re sure?” he asked just in case. “Yeah,” you replied with a mirroring smirk. “Then let me hear that beautiful laugher!” He began to lift your shirt as nervous giggles spilled from your mouth. “B-be g-gentle,” you teased as he magiced your wrists into place. “I make no promises, darling. You yourself dared me to make you laugh and I never shy away from a dare.” With that, he lifted your shirt up right below your ribs and placed his fingers on your warm skin. “Let’s get to it. Shall we?” He lightly dragged his fingernails along your upper belly slowly as you began to shiver with ticklish pleasure. “ Hehehe,” you began to giggle. That smile he loved creeped along your face. “Just say the words and I’ll stop,” Loki promised as he kept his glance on your delectable tummy. You shook your head “no”, giving him permission to continue. “Alright, then. I warned you. Give me that ticklish little body of yours.” He began drawing shapes all over your slightly shaking tummy as he followed along to your sides. This is when you broke. Your belly and your sides were your most ticklish spots and Loki knew it. He was playing with you. Getting you in other ticklish places before he went in for the kill. “L-Lokiii! Ahhhh-hahahaaha! Na-nahooo!” He laughed heartily along with you as he undid you with his fingers. “Loki, YES!” he replied with a hiss as his fingers sped up.
He undid your resolve quicker than you thought and you loved every second of it. This was your Loki. The funny, playful, crazy Loki you loved deeply. He never scoffed or made fun of you for your little ticklish games, because he knew they made you happy and got you to giggle and smile for him, which were his most favorite things about you. He wanted to make sure his girl was truly okay after reading such stories, but knew not to go too far. If you just needed a hug, then he would oblige with no tickling in mind. But he knew today you wanted to be extra cheeky to get him to torment you for as long as you could stand it. “Y-You call this tickling?!” you bravely remarked. “ This is tame to what I know you can do!”
Oh, girl….You just signed your death warrant. He snarled playfully as his began spreading kisses along your tummy, sides, neck. Anywhere on your body he could get to, he made sure to kiss wildly to bring out that beautiful sound of your laughter. He paused, still in his Jeff the Toymaker look. “I want my Loki to torment me now.” With that, Loki shook his head and he once again turned back into the handsome prince. “That’s better,” you remarked. “Now you may continue.” He laughed through his nose. “Well. Now that I have your permission.” He skittered his fingers from your armpits all the way down to your toes as you laid there and took your requested torment. “I can’t believe it!” he said surprised. “No matter where I tickle, you go absolutely insane with laughter. You’re a sensitive little one. Aren’t you?” “Lokiii! Stop teasing! Ahahahaha!” He laughed in his throat. “Oh, you love my teasing! I know it! Tickle! Tickle! Tickle!” By this point, your brain was so fuzzy that you couldn’t even think. He was driving you wild now and you couldn’t stop it. You didn’t want to. You screamed with laughter as his fingers were at full speed now. “Who knew a tiny creature could make such a loud sound,” he teased even more. Finally, you’d had enough and asked him to stop. He did as you requested and sat on the bed next to your panting frame, smiling. Your face was red and soaked with tears at this point but you didn’t care. “That’s my darling,” he finally said as you came down from your high. “You did wonderfully. Just remember. Any time you want my fingers all over you, making you come apart with laughter, you need just ask. You don’t have to read any unnerving stories to get said treatment.” You kissed again and laid on the bed for a few more minutes in silence, wrapped in the arms of your prince. There was nowhere in the world you’d rather be than here, laughing and playing with him. It was paradise.
