excuse me? EXCUSE ME??? WHAT DID YOU JUST SAY YOU LITTLE- oh hey there!! hihihi this is another tickle fic for our favorite god of mischief with a friend's sona!! i think its super cute and i really liked doing the research for the rambles at the beginning- also!! i know in the Loki tv show, its revealed that Asgardian is an old-timey Norwegian, but i think Icelandic looks cooler lmao- the translations are super finnicky so if any of them are weird thats why- anyways!! i hope you enjoy!!
this is a fic requested by @softcloudystars!! thank you so much for the request!! <3333
this is for TKTober using the prompt list by @august-anon
The hum of activity in the Avengers compound had settled into its late-afternoon lull. The others were scattered. Tony had locked himself in the lab, Steve had retreated to the gym, and Natasha had vanished somewhere that was decidedly not anyone else's business. For once, the main common room was quiet, quiet except for the sound of one particularly enthusiastic mortal holding court over the coffee table like it was his personal podium.
Sammy was perched sideways on the arm of the couch, legs swinging as though gravity was more of a polite suggestion than a rule. His curly blonde hair bounced with every emphatic gesture of his hands, his voice bubbling with excitement as he rattled off his latest obsession.
"-and that's why Snorri Sturluson probably got it wrong. See, in some versions, you don't just borrow Freyja's falcon cloak, you're described as actually shapeshifting into a bird yourself, which makes way more sense if you think about how many forms you canonically took. I mean, who borrows a magic cloak when you've already got your own polymorph ability on tap, right?"
Sammy hardly paused for breath, his words tumbling over each other in a rush. He leaned forward conspiratorially, eyes sparkling as if he were delivering forbidden knowledge to an eager pupil. "And don't even get me started on the whole... your children thing. Half the sagas can't decide if Sleipnir was a gift, a punishment, or just Tuesday afternoon after a particularly bad bet. Like, buddy, you became the mother of an eight-legged horse, what were you doing that weekend?!"
Across from him, Loki lounged on the couch in what could only be described as a study in practiced disinterest. He was sprawled with predatory grace, long legs crossed, one arm draped lazily along the backrest. A book sat open in his lap, untouched for the better part of an hour. The God of Mischief's emerald eyes glinted as they tracked the mortal's animated movements, though his expression remained maddeningly unreadable.
"Do continue," Loki drawled, his voice smooth as glass. "It is endlessly entertaining to hear you recite butchered versions of my people's history as though you're any kind of authority on the matter."
Sammy froze mid-sentence, blinking wide-eyed. "Hey, hey, I didn't butcher anything! I researched this! Extensively! Do you know how many PDFs I had to dig through? My poor Google Drive is crying." He jabbed a finger at Loki, his grin reappearing like lightning. "Besides, you didn't deny it. Which means I'm at least kind of right."
Loki's lips curved upward in the faintest smirk. "Or perhaps I simply enjoy watching you flap your tongue like an overexcited sparrow. There is a certain... charm to your delusion."
Sammy gasped. "Delusion?? Sir, I'll have you know this is top-tier scholarship!!" He leaned closer, practically vibrating with the need to press the point. "You can't just say 'oh it's a delusion myeh myeh myeh' and expect me to sit down quietly like a good little mortal. I know things now. You'd best bet I'm gonna one-up you in trivia night."
"Trivia night," Loki repeated, the words dripping with disdain, lifting a single brow in that imperious way that made mortals wilt. "You believe centuries of wisdom, battle, sorcery, and lived experience could be bested by a parlor game played with cheap pens and cheaper beer?"
Sammy grinned all the wider. "If the shoe fits!!"
The smirk twitched into something sharper, but Loki said nothing. He let the mortal continue, watching the way Sammy's hands windmilled through the air as he launched into another tangent about mythological inconsistencies.
"-and then, in the Prose Edda, there's the whole debate about whether the mead of poetry was actually honey-based or more symbolic, which is hilarious because you'd think if anyone knew what they were drinking, it'd be the Vikings. But nope! Historians are still arguing about it a thousand years later. Bet you didn't expect me to have that up my sleeve, huh~?" Sammy leaned precariously close, balancing on the couch arm with a grin like a cat that had gotten into the cream. His nose was only a foot from Loki's, his voice lowering into a triumphant singsong. "Face it, Reindeer Games~! You've been out-nerded by a mortal!"
For a long, weighted second, Loki did not move. His eyes locked onto Sammy's with quiet intensity, the air between them thrumming like a drawn bowstring. Then, ever so slowly, the corners of his mouth curled upward.
"Adorable," he murmured.
The single word landed like a thunderclap. Sammy's grin faltered. Heat flushed instantly across his cheeks. He sputtered something incoherent, then abruptly swung himself off the couch arm, boots thudding on the floor. "Nope!! Nope, nope, nope, you don't get to call me that, we're not doing this!!"
Loki's chuckle followed him as he half-skipped, half-fled toward the kitchen. "Oh, but we are~."
And for the first time all afternoon, Loki closed his book.
Sammy had just enough time to grab a glass of water from the kitchen counter before he realized he'd made a tactical error.
Because Loki had followed him.
The god leaned against the doorframe with the ease of someone who owned the room simply by standing in it. His dark hair framed his face, shadows clinging to him despite the fluorescent kitchen lights. His smile was small, sharp, and far too amused.
Sammy, ever the brave little gremlin, sipped his water like nothing was wrong. "What? Did I break your brain with the mead-of-poetry thing? It's okay, Loki, happens to the best of us."
"You're rather proud of yourself, aren't you?" Loki asked, voice low.
"Obviously," Sammy replied, grin widening. "Do you know how many people get to say they managed to stump the Loki Laufeyson? Zero, zip, and nada. Until me!"
He expected an eye-roll, maybe a scoff. What he did not expect was for Loki to push off the doorframe, stride forward with liquid grace, and close the distance between them until the god was standing just behind him at the counter.
Sammy stiffened, glass halfway to his mouth. "Uh. Personal space, much?"
"Personal space is a Midgardian invention," Loki murmured, leaning down so his breath brushed Sammy's ear. "We had no need for such things in Asgard."
Sammy's grip on the glass wobbled. "T-thahat's... that's cultural appropriation of my bubble," he managed, the words breaking into a laugh he couldn't quite contain. "Seheriously, you're doing that voice thihing againnn-"
The voice thing only got worse. Loki bent lower, his lips nearly grazing the curve of Sammy's ear as he spoke in a tongue Sammy didn't recognize. The syllables were rough and rolling, ancient, with a cadence that made the hairs on his neck stand up.
"Þú ert ljósið sem hrærir skugga míns hjarta," Loki whispered.
Sammy's brain short-circuited. His first instinct was to blurt, 'Oh my god, that's hot-' but his survival instincts barely caught it in time. Instead, he spluttered, "Youhu-!! You can't just-!! Say elvish incantations in people's eehears!! That's cheating!!"
Loki chuckled, the sound low and predatory. "Not elvish, little sparrow. Asgardian. An endearment."
Sammy went red so fast it was a miracle he didn't ignite. "You-!! Youhu cahan't juhust-!! That's-!! Nope, no thank you, denied, vetoed!!" He twisted on his heel to escape, but Loki was faster. A hand pressed to the counter on either side of him, caging him in.
"You're trembling," Loki observed softly. His breath skated across Sammy's ear again. "How curious, that such a sunny little mortal could be undermined by mere words~."
Sammy tried to retort, but what came out was a squeaky burst of laughter as Loki let a single finger trail feather-light up the side of his neck. He yelped, shoulders jerking up defensively. "H-HheehEy!! Thahahat's cheheheating, toohoo!!"
"Is it~?" Loki purred, tracing again, slower this time, barely-there touches that sent ticklish sparks racing over Sammy's skin. "I've done nothing but speak. Surely such a... learned scholar such as yourself can endure a whisper~?"
Sammy dissolved into helpless giggles, twisting against the counter. "YOuHuhu- youhuhu KNohohow exahactly whahat you're dohohoing!!" he accused, his words stammered through laughter.
"Indeed I do." Loki's smirk was audible, his tone smug as velvet. He dipped close again, voice dropping to a murmur that brushed warm against Sammy's ear. "Tell me, sunshine... just how many obscure sagas will protect you from me~?"
Sammy squealed out a laugh, burying his face in his hands. "Thihihis ihihis illehegal!!! Thehere's gohohotta be a lahahaw about this sohohomewhereee-!!"
Loki hummed, a sound of deep, satisfied amusement. "Not here, little mortal~. Not with me~."
And Sammy realized, with dawning horror (and delight), that Loki had no intention of stopping any time soon. Sammy had survived plenty of ridiculous situations since moving into the Avengers compound. He'd been caught in Stark's half-finished drone prototypes, used as bait during a prank war with Peter, and once gotten his hoodie caught in the doors of the Quinjet. He had not, however, been prepared for the unholy combination of Loki's velvet voice and feather-light fingers.
"Hold still~," Loki crooned, as though Sammy weren't already practically folded in half trying to escape the brush of those hands.
"WH- nOhohoho!!! Ihihi refuhuhuse to pahaharticipate in whatever Asgardian tohohorture thihis ihihis!!" Sammy gasped, laughter spilling out before he could clamp it down. His shoulders were hunched to his ears, his whole body curled like a spring.
Loki, naturally, looked as composed as ever, cool as a cucumber. He was half leaning against the counter, one arm lazily blocking Sammy's escape route, while the other hand traced slow, maddening lines up the side of his neck. Not scratching or pressing, just barely grazing, like the ghostly shadow of a touch.
Sammy squealed and kicked uselessly at the cabinet behind him. "S-SihIhiHihirrr!! M-Mihihister Mihihischihief!! Evihihil deheheity!!! Dohoho youhuhu mihihihind????"
"Oh, not in the slightest~," Loki purred.
And then he bent lower, lips brushing dangerously close to the shell of Sammy's ear. He spoke again in that ancient tongue, consonants rolling like thunder, vowels stretched low and intimate.
"Þín hlátur er sætari en mjaðr~."
Sammy's giggles spiked into full-blown laughter, his knees giving out so he half-sank against the counter. "YoUHuHuHu cHAhahahAn't JuhUHust shaahHAy EldrIhihihitch pihiHiHIckup lIHIhInes and ExpEhehEHEct mEHehEHHE toHoHoHoHo- suuuHUhUHuRvIhIhIve!!!"
"I think you'll survive quite nicely~," Loki murmured. His hand shifted, thumb stroking just under Sammy's jawline, sending another shock of helpless laughter through him. "Though I must admit, seeing you unravel is... delightful~."
Sammy flailed, trying to duck, but Loki caught him with ease. One long arm curled around his middle, pulling him flush against the god's chest as though he weighed nothing. Sammy kicked and wriggled, but it was trying to fight a marble statue that also happened to have the most infuriating smirk in the Nine Realms.
"ThiHIhihis IhIHiHisn't fahHAhaIr!!!" Sammy yapped between gasps of laughter. "YouHuHuHu're SuhuhuhUpPosed to behEHehe theheeh scaHhahAHry viHiHihiLlain guHUhUY!!! NohOHohOt- whiHIhisper-sohoHorcery tihIHIHickle MohohOHnster!!!"
"Monster~?" Loki echoed, amused. His lips grazed Sammy's ear again, and this time he deliberately exhaled a slow breath across the sensitive skin.
Sammy yelped and jumped, doubling over in Loki's hold with frantic giggles. "AhahahAH!! Youhhu knOhohow whahahat youhUhu're doHoHoing!! YouhUhuhu absohOHolutely knoHoHow whahaHAht youhuhu're DOhOhOIng!!"
"I've known many things, sunshine~," Loki replied smoothly. "What I didn't know is how enlightening your reactions would be. A mortal, rendered helpless by a breath, a whisper, and a touch." He dragged his fingertips down the curve of Sammy's neck again, relishing the way the boy's laugh cracked high-pitched and desperate. "You melt so easily~."
Sammy tried to rally. He puffed his cheeks, wheezing, "NohohOHo!! NohoHope, Ihihi'm resiHIhihisting!! LoHooOhook at thihihis steheheheel wihihihill!!" He punctuated the declaration with more helpless snickers, his whole body shaking against Loki's.
Loki chuckled, the sound reverberating through his chest and into Sammy's back. "Steel, hm~? You, little sparrow, are butter on a Midgardian summer day."
"RuhuHuHUDE!!!" Sammy squealed, though the laugh that followed ruined any chance of indignation. He buried his face in his hands, trying to block out the sound of Loki's voice.
But Loki, of course, was merciless. He leaned down, his mouth close enough that his words vibrated against Sammy's skin. "Do not hide from me~. I want to hear you. Every gasp, every giggle, every little squeal~."
Sammy practically collapsed. His knees buckled again, and if not for Loki's steady arm around his waist, he would've slid to the floor in a heap. His laughter turned breathless, broken up by hiccups of protest. "L-Lohohoki, plEhehehehaseee!! IhIhihi cahahan'ttt!!!"
"You can," Loki corrected gently. "And you will, until I decide otherwise."
Sammy thumped a weak fist against his captor's arm, more symbolic than threatening. "YouhuhUhu're ehehehehevilll!!!"
"And yet," Loki whispered, brushing his lips so close to Sammy's ear it was almost a kiss, "you're enjoying this as much as I am~."
Sammy melted outright. His arms dropped, his head thunked back against Loki's shoulder, and laughter spilled freely without even a token resistance. His voice was hoarse, his grin wild and uncontainable. "Y-Youhuhu're the wohohoHOhorsttt!!!"
"And you are exquisite when you're being tickled," Loki said, victorious. By the time Loki maneuvered them both back into the living room, Sammy was in tatters. His giggles still sputtered out in little bursts, his cheeks glowing pink, his curls sticking damply to his forehead. He barely had time to realize what was happening before Loki sat down with regal ease on the couch and drew Sammy straight into his lap.
"W-Wahahahit, nohohohonononoohoho!!" Sammy yelped, flailing as he was unceremoniously arranged across the god's thighs with his back against his chest like a wayward kitten. His heels kicked the air uselessly. "YOuhuhu cahahahn't-!!"
Loki's arm looped easily around his waist, securing him in place. "I can," Loki said smoothly. "And I have."
Sammy wriggled, tried to squirm sideways, but every attempt just brought him tighter against Loki's chest. It was hopeless, and he knew it. He groaned, throwing his head back dramatically. "Thiihihis ihihis uhuhunlahahawful imprihihisonmenttt! Sohohomeone call HR."
"Mm," Loki hummed, resting his chin atop Sammy's curls as though they were simply having a casual conversation. His free hand rose, fingers brushing feather-light at the base of Sammy's neck. "File your complaint after."
Sammy's squeaky laugh cracked out before he could bite it down. "AhaHAHah!! LohOhokiiiii, youhUhu're nohohot eveheheN tryhyhyHying tohoho be fahahahirrr!!"
"Where in my job description does it say I have to be fair?" Loki purred, lips curling close to Sammy's ear. "I am enjoying myself far too much." He let his fingers dance lazily up Sammy's throat to the edge of his jawline, tracing arcs so delicate they could hardly be felt... except that Sammy felt everything.
He squirmed like mad, clutching at Loki's sleeve in a useless attempt to fend off the sensations. "NNoHohOhOhooooo!! LohoHohokiHIHihiiiii!!" Sammy dissolved into giggles, half from Loki's teasing and half from the fingertips teasing over the dip just behind his ear.
Loki shifted him higher, until Sammy was practically curled sideways across his lap, pinned snug in a circle of long arms. One hand traced phantom patterns along the slope of his neck, while the other anchored firmly at his waist, keeping him from tumbling free. Sammy's laughter spilled and sputtered, rising helplessly whenever Loki leaned in to murmur another line in Asgardian.
"Þú gleður mig meira en allir hirðmennirnir.~"
"WhahAHAaht DohohohEs thahAHaht eEheven mHehehehehann!!!" Sammy squealed, trying to bury his face in Loki's chest to escape.
Loki chuckled, his breath warm against Sammy's temple. "You don't need the translation, little one. Your laughter tells me enough."
Finally, when Sammy was nearly boneless in his lap, Loki let his hands still. The giggles trickled into soft, exhausted chuckles. Sammy lay slumped against him, chest heaving, face crimson.
"See~?" Loki murmured, smoothing a curl from Sammy's forehead with surprising gentleness. "You endure, you shine brighter for it."
Sammy groaned, hiding his face in Loki's chest. "Cheatinggg..." he whined.
Loki's laugh rumbled low and satisfied. "Everything about me is cheating, sunshine. You should know that by now."
For a while, the only sound in the common room was Sammy's uneven breathing and the quiet hum of Loki's amusement. The mortal was slumped entirely against him, limbs sprawled bonelessly, his laughter spent. His curls were damp with sweat.
"You're smug," Sammy muttered at last, voice muffled against the dark green fabric of Loki's tunic.
"Correct." Loki's lips twitched.
Sammy's grin betrayed him. He wanted to pout, to regain some kind of footing, but every attempt at indignation collapsed into a warm glow in his chest. He shifted, nestling deeper against Loki's chest with a contented sigh.
For a long moment, Loki simply watched him, eyes narrowing as though studying a riddle he hadn't solved. Then, in a tone softer and more fond than Sammy had ever heard from him, he whispered another line of Asgardian, low and careful:
"Þú ert minn yndislegi gleðigjafi."
Sammy blinked up at him, dazed. "Huh?"
Loki smiled and patted Sammy's head. "Perhaps one day I will tell you. For now... you do not need the translation."
Sammy flushed scarlet, quickly burying his face back in Loki's chest before Loki could see. "Ruhude..." he mumbled, though a small laugh behind it betrayed his delight.
I know a lot of people prefer lee!Loki, but have you not considered the literal God of Mischief as a ler?? He'd be so chaotic and evil about it
He'd probably make you uncover your face, keep your arms up, tell him which spot tickles more, he'd be so mean about it
I think he's the type of ler to try out teases until he finds which ones make you the -most- flustered and giggly and just sticks with those, basically customizing them to you personally, since his goal is to just be an absolute menace
But as a lee, I don't think he's as bold. I think he's self conscious and tries to uphold his reputation so he denies being ticklish at all
His brother, Mobius, and Sylvie are a few of the only people who know he's ticklish as all Hell
I don't think he really laughs out loud, I think it's usually very gaspy, airy, and wheezy because he's naturally just a very quiet and reserved person, opposite of his brother who is loud as fuck and can practically shake rooms with his laughter
Loki is definitely a runner and might even shape-shift into a snake to escape, unless you're Sylvie, and then somehow it 'slips his mind' that he can do that
i love your writing !! can you please do a fix where the reader had a bad day and is overthinking decorating a pumpkin and loki tickles bcuz they won't start it
I could maybe produce a drabble... lol (Thank you!)
[Edit: Sorry this is late! I started it and then got busy and forgot all about it!]
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Loki walked into the kitchen to find you standing still, staring intently at a pumpkin on the countertop.
"Are we expecting it to do a trick?" Loki quipped, resulting in you jumping as you had been so focused you hadn't noticed him enter.
"No," you sigh, returning your gaze to your bare pumpkin. "I just don't know what I want to do with it. I mean- I could make it funny, but I not sure what would be funny. Or I could make it scary- but there's so many possibilities for scary- like the classic jack-o-lantern face, or I could make it a monster-," the corners of your mouth twitch as you continue, "or... I could model it off of your face..."
"Hey, now!" Loki scolded in mock-hurt as he calmly closed the gap between him and you. "One might take offense to that!"
You grin cheekily at him briefly as he joins you at the counter, but don't apologize. Within moments your attention returns to the pumpkin and your face returns to one of concentration.
"What about a happy face then?" Loki suggests.
"Not feeling it." you respond. It was true, carving something happy just didn't feel genuine considering just an hour ago you had been scolded by Tony for spilling some paint in the lab. You knew he wasn't actually angry, just frustrated from lack of sleep and you knew that he knew his robots would get the stain out of the floor in short order, but your anxiety still pulled you into a funk where you couldn't quite focus on doing anything productive- even something fun like decorating your pumpkin.
"Hmm..." Loki ponders, walking behind you to your other side. "Maybe I could help with that?" he pokes you in the side, making you jolt.
"Loki!" you scold, eyes popping wide as you grab his hand as he went in for another poke, "What are you doing!?"
"Helping," he said, matter-of-factly, using your distraction to latch onto your ribs with his other hand, sending you into a fit of giggles.
"Loki!" you scold again, giggling as you both crumple into yourself and make a poor attempt to defend yourself by grappling for his hands.
"Yes?" he asks, grinning mischievously as he further melted you into helpless laughter.
"Quit it!"
Loki hummed as if considering it before asking, "Are you feeling happy yet?"
You knew this was a trick. If you said no, he'd tickle you more. If you said yes to make him stop, he'd take that as a 'confession' that tickling would be a way to cheer you up in the future, and would probably definitely use it as an excuse to tease and/or tickle you. Given that, your brain must have short-circuited in your answer, because you only managed to reply with a giggly, "I'm going to bite you!"
"Oh!" Loki exclaimed in humored surprise. "Well that's not very kind of you at all! We should fix that- you're much too grumpy." He pulls you in again as you try to pull away and starts to rapidly dart his hands around your ribs and stomach so that you can neither get used to one sensation nor manage to grab his hands to stop him.
You're now doubled over in full belly laughter, uselessly trying to fight him off and scolding, "No fair!"
Loki chuckles and shakes his head in response. "Are we going to be less grumpy?" he asks, cheekily.
"Okay! Okay!"
"Hmm?"
"Yes! Alright!" you manage to get out, realizing he was fully intent on being a little shit. "Alright! I give up!"
Loki stops, but doesn't yet remove his hands. "Are we feeling happy yet?" he asks in a lilting voice.
"Okay- yes! I'm happy now! Are you?" you reply, still giggling as you catch your breath.
Loki thinks for a moment before deciding he was, but also deciding to give you one last quick tickle just for good measure, which you then swatted him for, only to then hold up your hands in surrender when he gave you a look that told you he had absolutely no issues with tickling you to pieces again.
"So, have you decided how you wish to decorate your pumpkin?"
"Yeah... Yeah, I think I know what I'm going to do with it now." you respond, already picking up a marker to get started.
"Well, I'm glad I could be of service." Loki gives a cheeky bow before departing, leaving you grinning in his wake to decorate your pumpkin.
You watched him leave as you drew on the goofiest, dopiest, face you could manage, before raiding the kitchen cabinets for some tin foil, which you then molded into a fairly good replica of Loki's horned helmet.
He was sure to be surprised when he saw it sitting with the other pumpkins later, though that might spell more trouble for you.
Wow! It has been ages since i have posted a fic. I hope you all enjoy! It feels so wonderful and refreshing to write again❤️❤️
Warnings: SFW tickle fic. Some profanity and brief mention of sexual harassment. (Nothing explicit)
Words: 3655 Ler Loki X Lee Female reader.
Be A Man
You absolutely hated him.
You could not stand his attitude, his mischievous, his self-righteous aura. All you could think about right now was strangling this man. Maybe kicking his ass a time or two as well.
Okay, okay. You were being a little dramatic. You didn’t actually hate him. In fact, he was your best friend, who sometimes got on your nerves, but you still cared for him and loved him.
You stared at yourself in the mirror, noticing your face was red with frustration. You reached down and turned on the sink, splashing some ice water on your face to help cool your jets a little. Making eye contact with yourself again, you rubbed the sore spot on your cheekbone that was starting to bruise. It was not completely his fault, missions don’t always go to plan. You knew it was unfair to place all the blame on his shoulders, but you were still a little pissed that your partner didn’t know how to shut his mouth sometimes.
You and Loki were an interesting pair. Loki was known to be sneaky, mysterious, a little high and mighty, and sometimes a stubborn brat. Now, you knew him deeper than that and knew he was more complex and actually a caring being, but to the outside world this is how he was viewed.
You, on the other hand, were known to be bubbly, kind, outgoing, and maybe a little stubborn, but only on very specific topics. This was why you were completely shocked to hear you and Loki would be partners.
Before your partnership began, you knew very little about who this demigod was. Of course, you knew his history and where he was from, but you did not have the chance to converse with him besides polite greetings when in the kitchen or passing each other in the hallway.
One day, you received an email from SHIELD informing you that Loki was to be your assigned field partner for an extended period. You were used to working solo, but apparently, the higher-ups decided you needed someone to work alongside you, probably some new OSHA requirement or a bureaucratic policy.
Surprisingly enough, you and Loki were an amazing team. You both were stealthy, intelligent, and perceptive.That is why you were so pissed about your current mission and why you “hated” your partner.
Stationed in Greece, you and Loki were surveilling an art museum. Rumor had it that the owner was producing counterfeit artwork and selling it. Of course, this wasn’t a typical thing for SHIELD to address, but it was a critical mission because your intel mentioned the counterfeit artwork had nanotechnology hidden in the canvas backs. This particular type of nanotech in the wrong hands would be detrimental.
The mission went by flawlessly. You and Loki were disguised as a rich couple from Italy, and together you perused the art studio pretending to admire the artwork. The plan was for you to cause a diversion so Loki could scan some of the artwork with a piece of technology Tony Stark curated. The scanner was not easily hidden, so it was best if the security personnel were distracted.
Loki removed his arm from around your waist, chastely kissing you on your temple.
“I will be right across the room love. There is some fine artwork I wish to analyze, although none of this is as fine as you dear”. Loki purred, but loud enough for those around to hear.
Oh, he was good. To others in the room, you looked like hopeless romantics. Little did they know the truth.
You nodded and fought off a blush as you confirmed this was your cue to distract the security guards. Loki headed toward the back of the room while you walked over to the floor host. You had clocked it earlier that anyone who approached the host, immediately gained the attention of all the security guards, at least for a couple minutes until they deemed it safe.
“Oh excuse me, kind sir, I was wondering if you could explain the history behind this item. My husband and I are very interested in this piece”.
The host looked at you skeptically, probably because of your youthful look.
“Oh, did I mention we will be paying cash?” You opened up your purse so the man could see you weren’t bluffing.
Immediately after eyeing the cash, the man changed his demeanor.
“Of course Miss. I would be delighted to discuss this with you.” You flashed the man a dainty smile and slowly walked over to a painting in the far corner of the room.
Pretending to be highly interested in what the man was saying, you nodded and smiled intently at his every word. After what felt like a lifetime, you felt Loki snake his hands around your waist again.
“Now darling. I thought we discussed this before. The color of this painting will clash with our interior design. Perhaps we should return tomorrow and think this over before we make any decisions?”
You pretended to look upset, pouting slightly as you begrudgingly answered him.
“Yes dear. You are quite right, like always”.
Loki smiled and nonchalantly squeezed your side. You were not expecting the ticklish sensation, so you jumped back slightly and coughed to suppress your giggle.
Loki raised his eyebrows and smirked at you. Great, just what you needed! The God of Mischief knowing your little ticklish secret.
You glared back at Loki as to say “Don’t you dare think about it”. The host, who was still standing by you two, chuckled nervously and thanked you for your time. Taking that as your cue to exit the studio, you and Loki headed out.
This is when things went wrong. As you left the building, Loki still had his arm wrapped around your waist, unmoving, but you could sense the threat that loomed over you.
“Loki I swear, you even think about it and I will—“
“DAMN! Now that is a fine-looking ass if I ever saw one. Got to get me some of dat!”
You and Loki immediately turned to see a very drunk individual giving your body a look. You rolled your eyes.
Men.
You knew you had a nice body, and had been catcalled before. If you hadn’t been on a busy street trying to blend in, you would have ripped his tongue out, but you and Loki needed to get back to the safe house.
“Come on Loki, just ignore it”. You yanked on Loki’s bicep, only to find he was not moving.
“Loki, I said ignore it! We have to go!” You said through your teeth. The inebriated man was still making foul comments, but you just ignored them. Loki stepped towards the man.
“Listen here you impotent, conniving little shit. That is not how you talk to a woman”.
You yanked on his arm again as you noticed the man was getting extremely agitated.
“Loki we got to go NOW!” You urged but still, your partner did not move. You noticed his hand started to glow a faint green as Loki summoned some of his magic.
Oh boy.
You jumped in front of Loki to stop him right at the same time the drunk man was about to take a swing at Loki. He socked you solidly in the face and you stumbled a little trying to regain your footing.
“Oh, you have done it now you-“ Loki was seething more now and you had to get out of here. You yanked with all your might on Loki’s arm again and finally, he followed suit. You could hear the man yelling profanities as you walked away.
You continued down the road in silence for a few moments.
“Yeah, I’m fine, thanks for asking”. You spat a little harshly. You rubbed your sore face and shot Loki a glare. Loki jumped a little at your harshness.
“I know you can take a little heat Agent. I am more concerned about why you didn’t let me demolish that cretin for slewing hateful words your way”.
You sighed. “Because Loki, I am used to being cat-called and missions always come first. I thought you of all people would understand that”.
Loki huffed and rolled his eyes. “Well, sorry agent that I tried to protect you. Won’t happen again!”
Loki continued to mumble under his breath but you couldn’t quite make out what he said.
Still upset but wanting to change topics you decided to discuss the mission.
“So, what did the scanner find in the paintings? Anything good?”
Loki shook his head. With no emotion he said “The scanner found absolutely nothing”.
You stopped in your tracks. Turning to look at Loki, his face etched with frustration and disappointment.
“Well, that’s just great! We wasted our time, found no evidence to shut this operation down, and I got punched in the face for NOTHING!”
Loki opened his mouth to speak, but you held up a hand motioning for him to shut it. You were overreacting, but you didn’t want to admit it quite yet. You needed to calm down first.
Now that you were a few blocks away from the studio, you clicked a button on your watch signaling your ride to pick you up. Took only a few moments before a car pulled over and you and Loki crawled in. You were both silent for the duration of the car ride.
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You splashed your face with cold water one more time before deciding it was time to exit the bathroom. Loki probably wanted to take a shower and it would be rude to not allow him that.
You headed into the main room of the quaint little cabin you were staying at and made yourself some dinner. It was nearly dark outside already and your stomach was grumbling from the lack of food.
Loki entered the kitchen and made his way to the bathroom. Before entering, he paused, looking over his shoulder.
“I am sorry for not listening to you earlier. I should never have let that buffoon put his hands on you”.
Loki’s voice was soft, gentle even. You could tell he was being sincere.
“It’s okay Loki. I am sorry for overreacting. You still love me right?” You joked, trying to lighten the mood.
Loki chuckled and gave you a wink.
“Well of course. Dat ass is something to admire isn’t it”.
You let out a snort and gave Loki the finger as he walked into the bathroom. You two were most definitely friends, but sometimes you wondered if there was a spark of something else underneath. You blushed and felt your heart twinge at the thought.
You were falling for him.
But you couldn’t think about that right now. He was your best friend, partner, and teammate. You couldn’t risk losing him if he didn’t feel the same way.
You decided to play it safe. You were going to bottle up your feelings and wait for Loki to make his move first.
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Feeling bored and needing to pass the time, you grabbed the TV remote and scrolled through the channels to see if something piqued your interest.
“No way!” You stated to yourself out loud. “I haven’t seen this movie in forever!”
You giggled and jumped onto the couch. You had not seen Disney’s “Mulan” in ages. This movie brought back many memories of your childhood, as you watched it ample times and knew each song by heart.
Loki was still in the shower, so you had no shame in quoting the movie and singing along. As frustrated and angry as you were this morning, this movie was exactly what you needed to cheer you up.
The drums in the movie started to intensify, and you knew your favorite part was coming up. You cranked up the TV a little bit louder, grabbed your hairbrush that was sitting on the coffee table, and prepared for your solo.
Not caring if Loki heard you or not you yelled along with the movie.
“BE A MAN!
You must be swift as the coursing river.
BE A MAN!
With all the force of a great typhoon
BE A MAN!
With all the strength of a raging fire
Mysterious as the dark side of the MOOOOOON!”
You continued to sing along until a deep voice startled you from behind.
“What in Odin’s name is going on!? Is a cat being skinned alive out here??”
You threw a pillow at Loki.
“Oh shut up! I have a wonderful singing voice thank you very much. You giggled and went to grab another pillow to toss at Loki.
You knew your singing voice was horrendous, but hey at least you were in a better mood now!
Loki quickly threw his pillow back at you as you dove onto the couch to avoid being hit.
“Have you ever seen this movie Loki? It’s pretty funny I think”.
Loki walked over to where you were sitting and sat beside you. He eyed the TV suspiciously as you explained the movie was called “Mulan”.
“You really think I had time to watch a silly movie while on Asgard on a flashing electronic box? Partner, I met the real Mulan, and she was nothing like this cartoon depicts her. She was a much more intimidating woman”.
You looked at Loki with a shocked expression.
“You actually got to meet her?? That is so awesome. I bet she could kick your ass”.
Loki rolled his eyes and ignored the insult.
“So explain to me, what about that song made you scream at the top of your lungs?”
You shrugged your shoulders.
“Well besides it being hella catchy, it’s also kinda ironic. Back in those days, warriors had to live up to a higher standard to prove their manhood. But nowadays, men can act like wild dogs sometimes without repercussions.”
Loki mocked gasped.
“Ouch love, and to think that you are my friend when I to you am merely a wild dog!”
You punched Loki on the shoulder.
“Oh come on, you know I don’t think of you that way! But to be fair, you aren’t as swift as a river or have the force of a typhoon. God or not, that’s just not realistic.”
Loki’s demeanor changed after you spoke about this. His eyes narrowed and you saw a slight twinkle of mischievous. You weren’t intending to offend him. You were teasing him like you always did.
“Loki, I didn’t mean to offend you! I was just sayi—HEY!”
Without warning Loki had leapt from his spot and tackled you down on the couch. He was much stronger than you so it didn’t take long for you to be pinned and not able to wiggle very much. He was sitting on your hips with your hands under your back. You kicked your feet in a futile attempt to dislodge him.
“What were you saying dear? I am not swift like a coursing river. I feel me pinning you was awful fast.”
So this is what it was about. Loki felt you were bashing his manhood.
“Loki, this is not what I meant! I was teasing you! You are very much a man! I was referring to men like the guy who punched me today!”
You tried to buck your hips, but Loki was heavy enough that you barely moved. Starting to get nervous, you thought maybe threatening Loki would help you.
“Loki, if you don’t get off me, I will start to sing again. I know how much you love my voice”.
You opened your mouth to belt out a random tune, but instead of lyrics coming out, you squeaked. Loki had poked you on the stomach.
Shit. You forgot about your ticklish incident this morning.
“Loki, let’s talk about thIS.” Your breath hitched as Loki poked you again but on your ribs this time.
“Oh, agent! Did you think I would be forgetting this little secret you tried to hide from me? I was going to leave you alone today since you did get punched and all, but then you threatened me! And questioned my manhood.
So, yes you will sing Little Dove. You will sing for me as I show you how swift I can be. You will witness yourself being forced to giggle, shriek, laugh, and wiggle underneath me. And you will soon find out I do have the strength of a raging fire, and you will have no choice but to submit to my touch”.
Your face turned red and you turned your head away from Loki, trying to hide from him. Best friend or not, Loki’s playfulness was very attractive. Being tickled by him couldn’t be that bad, could it?
“Sing for me little birdie”
Loki wasted no time and was soon scratching his fingers very methodically in between your ribs. He was gauging which set was the most sensitive, not lingering for too long before switching to another pair.
You could not even attempt to suppress your laughter. The ticklish sensation was too much and you were soon bubbling with laughter. Your lower ribs made you giggle laugh while your upper ribs were far more sensitive causing you to squirm and squeak loudly.
In search of a more ticklish spot, Loki quickly changed tactics and was now pinching your sides and belly. You wiggled harder now and were full-on laughing. Occasionally having a snort sneak out of your mouth.
“Is this swift enough for you dear? Or should I increase my pace even more?”
Loki’s teasing was making things so much worse. He also was true to his word and his tickling fingers were spidering all over your very exposed torso, finding all your weak points. He managed to find a spot right above your hip that was super sensitive, and you thrashed as hard as you could trying to throw your partner off of you.
“LOKI STAHAHAHP IT”! You tried to sound intimidating, but the amount of laughter you were spewing along with your red face made that impossible.
“No thank you, I found a spot and I am enjoying the sweet sounds I am forcing out of you”.
Loki booped you on the nose and you reacted by trying to bite his finger.
“Well, that's rude! You should play nice silly girl, or this will only get worse for you” Loki tutted at you and wiggled his finger as if he was scolding a young child.
“This is me being nice-ehehe NO!”
You tried to snap back at him, but he used the same finger he booped you with to swipe under your chin and down your neck. You let out a very high-pitched squeal and shook your head frantically.
Loki tutted at you again and gently held your head in place by putting his hand firmly on your forehead.
You felt the butterflies in your stomach explode as you quickly realized you could not move your head even an inch. You giggled uncontrollably as you anticipated what was going to happen.
Loki gave you a smirk. “Oh, what a pity. If you are giggling this madly already, I can only imagine what will happen to you when I do THIS”.
Loki shot his hand towards your neck and your laughter was riddled with insults, threats, and begging. Loki belted out a deep laugh as you opened your eyes and realized his fingers had stopped just short of their intended target.
Your eyes widened.
“No Loki- hehe please!!”
“No what dear? Please stop? Or please don’t stop?”
You felt your cheeks heat up again as you fell right into another trap.
“I- I uh plead the fifth!”
Loki smirked. “Not for long you won’t little birdie”.
Loki followed through this time and fluttered his fingers oh so gently on your neck and you soon lost your marbles.
Giggling, screeching, squealing. Your laughter echoed throughout the safe house whilst Loki had the largest smile on his face, seeing you wriggling and trying so desperately to move your head and protect the delicate skin he was torturing.
You caved after a couple of minutes and you felt a tear or two leak from your eyes.
“OKAAHAHAY YOU WIN! I LIKEEHEHE YOUUU!”
Loki stopped his hands and looked at you quizzically. Realizing you had inexplicably spilled the beans, you tried to backpedal.
“I uh I mean I -“
Loki cut you off as he leaned down to give you a light kiss. You kissed him back, hard. Both of your eyes gleamed as you broke apart.
“You think I didn’t already know that dear? You made it rather obvious when you blushed at the Art Studio. You can’t fake a blush”.
You blushed again. “I was too nervous to admit it, I didn’t know if you felt the same”.
Loki chucked. “Why else would I be tickling you to tears darling? Why would I have been so upset at that cretin earlier today? It’s because I care for you, deeper than a friendship goes”.
You hugged Loki and he helped you from your spot. Now sitting up and facing him, you felt the need to be cheeky once more.
“Well since you know I’m ticklish now, it’s only fair if you admit if you are ticklish as well.”
Loki scoffed. “You even think about revenge and next time I won’t go so easy on your sensitive little neck. I’ve heard that is a great spot to plant some raspberries.”
You involuntarily flinched at the thought.
“Well, at least I did learn something about you during this whole ordeal”.
Loki looked at you skeptically.
“You might be swift as a river, be strong as a raging fire, and have the force of a typhoon. BUT you most definitely are as mysterious as the dark side of the moon”.
Loki kissed you on the forehead.
“Now that is the most honest thing you have said all day”.
I’m bacccckkkkkk!!!! Maybe only for the weekends since I work most of the week, but I’m back, y’all! I love writing tickle stories about mainly Loki and I but give me a suggestion and I’ll see what I come up with!
lee loki headcannons because I don’t wanna revise for my gcses and he’s invading my brain again <3
(yes ik I’ve made Loki tickle headcannons before you can read em here if u want BUT I JUST WANTED TO MAKE A NEW ONE W JUST LEE 💔💔💔)
NSFW/25+ DNI.
the biggest cackler ever :’)
AND A SQUEAKER though he will deny it until the day he dies
A literal walking tickle spot like if one spot doesn’t exactly get him giggling he’s certainly go red as hell
like he is a MASSIVE blusher, right from the ears down to his neck <3
THOUGH his worst spot is his tummy I shall take no arguments 🗣️
with honourable mentions for ribs, neck, ears, n probably his feet
cannot STAND soft and sweet teasing to save his life, like how dare someone speak to the almighty God of Mischief in such a degrading manner (even if he secretly loves it)??
“Kitchy kitchy coo! Awww, listen to those little giggles! How sweet-“ “IHI WILL KIHIHILL YOU AHAND YOUR ENTIRE FAMILY-!!“
Tries so hard to sound threatening to whoever is getting him but it just never works
Also does the same ‘ehehehe’ laugh as Tom Hiddleston, and he is absolutely mortified about it because he only ever keeps his laugh down to that deep chuckle he does
Used to get absolutely destroyed by Thor when they were younger, and if he provokes him enough he still will now 😭
OH SPEAKING OF provocation and mischief are his go-to methods to getting tickled
Because you will never EVER hear this man utter the dreaded sentence of ‘can I have some tickles’, like he would rather DIE
Just goes all quiet and sulky like the above gif when the lee mood kicks in, except a wee bit more red in the face <33
OH and another idea I had once if worst comes to worst he’ll go off into his room and cast illusions of his favourite people (e.g. Thor or his mother) teasing him, wiggling their fingers at him etc
AND HE JUST SITS THERE ALL CURLED UP AND UGH im sorry I love soft!loki too much 🙁
Or he’ll cast a little spell to tickle himself because he’s too much of a pussy to ask someone else PFHFHTHF
Oh yeah I’d also like to talk about this scene
LIKE???? I’m sorry this will never not be tickle coded to me (THE LITTLE DISCS ARE TICKLE MACHINES I SWEAR I scream as they drag me back to the asylum /silly)
Thors cheeky ass smile and the way Loki’s own asshole smile drops like YESYESYES GET HIS ASS GRHRHAAAGH
Loves to act all high and mighty like “Me? Ticklish? *scoff* Of course not, gods like us don’t succumb to such childish games.”
And next thing you know you’ve soon got him giggling like a little kid UGH
OH and last but not least raspberries absolutely kill him <3 like anyone nearby would be convinced a murder was going down he’s screaming that much 😭
(Okay this is all I could come up with I’m sorry that all I can get out for you guys is the same guy I usually yap about but uh I hope you all enjoy the meal anyways 💕)
