Peter & Groot: Clumsy, Hide, and Surprise
Ugh….. nothing friggin’ cuter than this *heart eyes*
And yes, I’ve written the phrase “I am Groot” 16 times in this lol
As Groot was getting older, some new quirks were coming to the forefront. Some of which the entire crew had to get used to. The most notable one included Groot accidentally shooting out branches and vines from himself when he was happy or scared, or showed other extreme emotions. And at first, they all were caught by surprise and had to jump over them when walking.
Peter, however, was slower on the uptake. He was the one tripping over loose branches every two seconds. The Terran was kinda known for his clumsiness, but this cemented that knowledge.
It didn’t help that Peter was the most playful of the bunch with Groot. A little toddler needed all of the play time he could get. And while Rocket didn’t want to let down his exterior in front of the group, he couldn’t always have time for Groot. But Peter didn’t care.
“I’m gonna getcha!” Peter announced as he chased after little Groot through the ship, arms outstretched. The tiny tree man looked behind him and let out an adorable giggle before making a sharp turn. As he did so, branches extended from his legs and made a mini bridge between himself and the wall he left them on. And Peter fell face first into metal as his booted toe caught onto the branch.
With a groan, Peter lifted his head up to see Groot standing by his head, looking down at him curiously. He folded his hands behind his back and smiled nervously, “I am Groot.”
“Yeah,” Peter groaned as he sat up, rubbing his nose, “It ain’t your fault, bud. Buuuuut it is your fault for being caught! Aha!” and he snatched up the small tree man into his arms, lifting him into the air.
Groot squealed happily and he raised his arms, “I am Groohoot!”
Peter chortled and he threw Groot into the air, catching him when he landed again. He wiggled his fingers against the small stick belly, knowing Groot wasn’t ticklish but it was still a cute, normal thing to do to a baby.
Groot shot some woven vines and branches out of his hands, wrapping them around Peter to simulate a hug.
“Ahaww thanks, buddy,” Peter smiled, “Wanna play killer spaceship?”
Groot ooh’d and he nodded, smiling, “I am Groot! I am Groot!”
Peter chortled and he broke out of the branches in order to stand up, “Yehes, I know you wanna be the spaceship. Ready for liftoff?”
Groot nodded, remaining held in Peter’s hands. The Terran lifted Groot into the air and made whooshing sounds, as if Groot were ‘flying’ through the ship’s hull.
Groot exclaimed in joy, holding his arms out in front of him, “I am Grooooot!”
Peter smiled genuinely and he twisted his arms around, holding Groot over his head, in front of him, close to the ground, anything he could get. He made Groot squeak in delight whenever he tossed him up into the air and caught him.
“I aham Groot!” Groot giggled.
Peter grinned and he set the baby tree down on the floor, “Alright. Give me ten seconds to hide. Remember how we count to ten? One, two…” Peter held up his fingers to guide the tree.
“I am Groot, I am Groot, I am…. Groot?” the toddler tilted his head.
Peter nodded and shrugged, “Yep, close enough,” he turned Groot around before sneaking off to hide. This was the hide and seek portion of the killer spaceship game.
Peter slipped himself under the cots, pulling the curtain forward to hide himself more.
Groot counted to what he assumed was ten and ran off in search of the much larger human. He began to pout when he couldn’t find Peter immediately.
“I am Groot?” he called out.
Peter felt a little bad so he grabbed a loose bullet from the ground (he must be under Rocket’s bed), and he tossed it, hearing it click on the floor and roll some more.
The bullet landed in front of Groot’s feet and he smiled, getting excited again. He trotted his way towards the cots and moved sneakily now. He threw open the curtains and exclaimed, “I am Groot!”
Peter chortled and he covered his face, “Oho no, you caught me!”
Groot made lazer noises and pointed at Peter, as if he was the spaceship that killed the enemy. Small branches reached out and prodded Peter’s belly when he did so, making the human giggle.
“Hehey, I said we’re playing killer spaceship, not tickle monster,” Peter smiled and he tried wriggling himself out from under the cot.
Groot knew that the others all shared the same skin type, for the most part. Soft, squishy, and in Rocket’s case furry. All unlike his hardened tree bark exterior. But he’d seen them mess around with each other, and most of the time gang up on Peter. And he’d laugh. Groot grinned and took advantage of the semi-stuck Star-Lord.
He giggled, “I am Grooot!” he sang and hopped onto Peter’s half that was exposed, which included his head. Of course his lower half was having trouble squirming out from under the cot.
“Groot, no! No no, wahahahait! Aha! Groohoohoot!” Peter burst into giggles when he felt tiny fingers dig into his belly and squish it around with wiggles.
Groot looked proud of himself and he continued, getting a seat on Peter’s lower belly as he tickled all around the area.
Peter snorted, the small fingers feeling maddening against his skin. Groot also took advantage of his root-growing when he slithered a few up Peter’s sides and scratched against his hollows, where he couldn’t reach himself.
Peter squealed, “ACK! GROOHOOT! NohohohahaHAHAhahaha! Hehehehelp!” he called out for anyone of the crew members to get him out of the predicament. Then again… little Groot looked so happy as he sat there and had his ticklish way with him. And he could probably lift him off without a problem. But look at his little face! He’d let him go on for another minute or so. It was the fatherly thing to do.
Groot grew a small vine with a flower attached to its tip out of his head and he plucked it. With it, he pushed up Peter’s shirt and dusted it inside his navel.
Peter’s hands came down at last, trying his best to fight the underarm tickles, and he gently laid them on Groot, arching his back.
“NONONO! GROOT! HahahaHAHA! NAHahahat thahahahat!”
Groot let out another bubbly giggle, “I am Groot! I am Groot!”
God, and now the kid was teasing! Who did he think he was? Peter couldn’t take much more without risking hurting baby Groot, so he snatched the little guy and held him up. He did that with some difficulty because of those damn branches still in his armpits.
“Ehehenough! Groot, thahahat’s enough!” Peter giggled.
Groot understood and he retracted those tickly sticks, smiling wide at Peter, “I am Groot?”
Peter smiled and he chuckled, finally sliding out from being wedged between floor and cot, “Yeahah, buddy. I had fun. Did you?”
“I am Groot!”
“Goohood,” Peter patted Groot’s back and held him, “We’ll play again soon. Promise.”
Groot nestled against Peter’s chest and gave him a tiny hug with his short arms. Peter smiled wide and he figured he wasn’t such a shitty friend/dad/sibling/mentor to the little guy.
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