Hi I'm the anon who request Sampo for the Chocolate Day
Here's the story idea:
Reader want to make chocolate for Sampo so they decided to ask their friend for help which cause Sampo jealous because reader have been hanging out with their friend.
One day, Sampo confront reader when he saw reader has a chocolate box. Sampo thinks that the chocolate box is for reader's friend until reader reveals the truth that the chocolate box is for him
Chocolate-Covered Honesty
Summary: On Chocolate Day, you decide to make a special chocolate gift for Sampo, enlisting the help of a friend to ensure it’s perfect. However, Sampo grows increasingly jealous as he notices your time spent with your friend, suspecting there might be something more behind it. When you finally present the chocolates to him, Sampo initially believes they’re for your friend, but you reveal they’re for him instead, leaving him momentarily speechless. A playful yet heartfelt moment ensues as Sampo’s usual bravado cracks, hinting at a softer side.
It was Chocolate Day, and the air was thick with sweet anticipation. With Valentine’s Week in full swing, everyone was busy finding ways to celebrate the people they cared about. You had a special plan for someone—Sampo.
For weeks, you had been thinking about the perfect gesture to show him just how much you appreciated his presence in your life. Of course, knowing Sampo, you doubted he’d ever admit to feeling the same, but the thought of making something personal for him tugged at your heart. Chocolate. Everyone loves chocolate, right? And you’d heard whispers that Sampo, with his sweet tooth, was no exception.
So, you enlisted the help of your friend. They were an expert baker, always crafting delicious sweets that could melt anyone’s resolve, and you trusted their skill. It wasn’t long before the two of you spent the afternoon crafting a rich, decadent chocolate treat that could melt even Sampo's hardened heart—assuming he’d allow himself to feel something so soft.
You made sure to keep it a secret, avoiding Sampo's curious eyes, but that only seemed to make him more interested in what you were up to. He had been far more distant than usual. Normally, you would have chalked it up to his usual antics, but something about the way he kept glancing over his shoulder whenever he saw you laughing with your friend made you wonder if it was something else.
The days went by, and you noticed Sampo showing up more frequently at places you’d go, though he rarely stayed for long. His attempts to act unaffected were becoming more transparent. He would make his usual cheeky comments, try to get under your skin, and offer you a trade—anything, as long as it involved a profit. But today, as you walked out of your favorite cafe with a small box of chocolates tucked under your arm, you could almost feel his gaze on you.
Sampo was waiting for you by the entrance, his frame leaning casually against the brick wall. He had an eyebrow cocked, his usual smile replaced by a faint frown, though his eyes betrayed his curiosity.
"Well, well," he drawled, eyeing the box in your hands. "What’s this, then? A little gift for your friend?"
Your heart skipped a beat, and you did your best to hide the small blush that crept up your neck. "It’s... actually for you," you said, stepping closer and holding out the box. "I made you chocolate."
Sampo’s eyes flickered for a moment, as if he hadn’t expected that answer. He leaned forward, inspecting the box with exaggerated interest before his lips curled into a playful grin. "For me?" He paused, glancing around. "What’s the catch? Is this some sort of bribery scheme? I’ll tell you, I’m very hard to impress..."
You chuckled nervously, but your voice softened. "No catch. Just... a gift. I wanted to make something for you."
For a moment, there was a stillness between you, an unspoken tension in the air. Sampo’s usual swagger seemed to falter, just slightly. His eyes lingered on the chocolate box, and for the briefest second, you saw something vulnerable—something real—flicker behind his usual facade. But it was gone as quickly as it came.
He took the box from your hands, turning it over carefully before meeting your gaze. "Well, if it’s for me, then... I suppose I have to accept. But don’t think this means I’m going soft, alright?"
You smiled at the playful way he tried to regain his composure, but something told you that, maybe, just maybe, he wasn’t as unaffected as he liked to pretend. The chocolates in his hands were sweet, but your gesture had been even sweeter, and that made all the difference.
"Happy Chocolate Day, Sampo."
His grin returned, this time with a hint of something else—something warmer. "Well, I’ll admit it... you’ve got good taste. But don’t get too used to this side of me. It’s not every day I’m this... generous."
You both shared a laugh, and for a moment, the world felt just a little bit sweeter.
A/N: this gif was the inspiration, even if it turned out a little different. 🤭 Oh, and um, there are tickles included. Sorry not sorry. It’s their flirt language. ^^
🔥 💧 ✨
“What do you want?”, Wade looked down at his smokin’ girlfriend next to him. Ember jumped up and down a little, clapping her petite hands together. The snack corner at the newly opened movie theater was an amazing place to be. Her eyes widened, fascinated by the variety of all the sweets, salty snacks and beverages - all elemental cuisine favorites were presented. The only snacks she was familiar with were sugar pops, bbq stix and mallows. Plus kol-nuts, exclusively delivered by her dad’s old shop. Oh and she tried that cutesy pink drink on one of their dates once too, but, well, it vaporized. Wade always joked, she was too hot to handle these. Yet, he was the one who got all pink and cuter by drinking that. She chuckled, when that memory came up.
“So, fireball?”
“Ey, water guy. Watch it.”
„The movie’s not gonna wait“
„Don’t rush me. We have plenty of time.“
At the end? She went for mallows and kol-nuts. He had chosen ice-cubes with a syrupy core as well as his all-time fav, the pink lemonade. They took their seats. Ember snuggled into her cropped hoodie, it dimmed her flames and Wade could easily rest his cheek on her head. The lights went out, the ads and trailers started.
„Hey!“, Ember hissed, trying to get her kol-nuts out of Wade’s reach.
„Oh, come on. Just one!“, he whispered back and tried to grab for the snack box again.
„No! If you want one, get one yourself“, Ember whispered back and hid the snacks on her other side.
„Please?“
„No“
„Pretty pleeeeease?!“
„Noho“
„This is so not cool“
„Are you crying?“
„No“
„Yeah, you are…“
„Does it work? Does it soften your heart a bit?“, Wade sniffed.
„Noho, now shush, or we will be banned from the movie before it. even. started.“, she hissed and the edges of her began to turn purple.
„You mean panned.“, he added dryly. Ember giggled, his favorite sound. He smiled, when her flames changed back to her soft orange again.
Wade finished his syrup-filled ice cubes quickly, so he had his lemonade only, with more than an hour of the movie left. Ember had her eyes locked on the big screen, fascinated by the action movie they’ve chosen today. So, all captivated by it, she noticed his sizzling hand too late. He grasped one of her kol-nuts successfully, and let it sink into his lemonade: „Fizzy edition“, he added.
„Oh-ho, don’t you dare…“, his lovely firecracker hissed, when he tried to grab another one: „Get your hands off of them!“
„But sharing is caring?“
„Stealing is not.“
„True but“
„No-ho but.“
„Oh, come on…“, he whispered sweetly, close to her ear.
„No“
„I know you love me… I know you want to share…“, he whispered, moving his hand away from the snack box: „Actually, I know how to convince you“, his hand was closer to her waist now. Her eyes widened, but it was too late. Wade’s fingertips, sizzling a little, began to tease her waist. Unfortunately for her, her fashion choices made her sensitive spots very accessible.
„Pffthaha… Wadehehe“, she giggled, as quietly as possible in this special situation.
„Can I get another kol-nut?“
„No! Stohop it.“ The little firelady curled forward, hiding her flame and giggles. Meanwhile, Wade chuckled, caressing her sides with soft touches, walking up to poke her armpit next. Poor Ember pressed her hands onto her mouth, squeaking into her lap. An action scene with loads of explosions was her safe haven after an eternity. She gasped, giggled and grasped his thigh, squeezing it knowingly, close to his knee.
„Wohowho, hold ohon“, he chuckled. A win. He stopped teasing her.
„Truce?“
„Truce“, Ember whispered back, relieved. She had a big smile on her face, during the rest of the movie. Still, playful sneaky Wade tried to get a hand on her kol-nut box, every now and then. She answered those movements always with a threatening hand, hovering over his thigh. He’d retaliate, chuckling, feeling the tiny bubbles floating through his body, whenever she was too close for his own good.
When One Person’s Face Is Scrunched Up, And The Other One Kisses Their Lips/Nose/Forehead - for Fynta and Jorgan PLEEAAASE
And look! Your picture is PERFECT for this one. Thank you for the ask, I really wanted to give Jorgan the chance to be the flirty one here. This is set after their first kiss, but before the infamous “R&R” scene. Hope you enjoy it!
Word Count: 687
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Jorgan stood in the doorway, a smirk permanently fixed to his lips while Fynta snarled at the datapad in her hands. She was on her bed, legs crossed in that way females had while stabbing the screen with so much force that he heard her nails clack against it. “Need help?”
Fynta’s dark blue eyes burned with an intense fury that stole Jorgan’s breath when she looked up. He shouldn’t be drawn to this woman. She was his commanding officer and a Mandalorian, two things that should send him running for the door, not sliding it closed behind him so that they wouldn’t be disturbed.
Sighing, Fynta dropped the datapad and rubbed her temples. “Fierfeking inventory requisitions forms.” She waved a hand at it with a snort, lip curling in an impressive display of disgust. “Elara should be brought up on a charge for making it look so easy.”
Jorgan lifted a brow and held out his hand. Fynta gestured for him to sit, and Aric slid onto the mattress with more ease than he should feel. It was difficult to put his relationship with Fynta into words. Unwise, probably. Unsanctioned, definitely, but that hadn’t stopped their first kiss or the ones that followed. Jorgan admitted that he’d started down a slippery slope without looking back and no idea where it would lead.
Picking up the discarded datapad, Jorgan swiped through the forms still needing completeion and shook his head. “You haven’t made much progress.” He left it unsaid that she’d been working for two hours.
Fynta punched Aric's shoulder with a mocking quip before snatching the device. “If you’re not going to help then sit there and look enticing.”
Jorgan chuckled, leaning back against the headboard to lace his fingers behind his head. It was strange to feel so comfortable with a woman. In past relationships, he’d kept work and his love life separate, never allowing one to bleed into the other. It had led to quiet evenings and stalled conversations.
Minutes passed before Fynta’s eyes narrowed at the screen. “I said enticing, not distracting.” Though she didn’t look at him, Jorgan knew he had her complete attention. He arched his back in a stretch the way he knew she enjoyed.
“Aren’t they the same?” Jorgan folded his arms, enjoying the way Fynta's brow furrowed while she forced her gaze to remain on the datapad.
It was late enough that the rest of the squad had turned in, leaving them in peaceful solitude without her room. A wave of uncharacteristic giddiness swept through Jorgan, prompting him to lean close enough to hear Fynta swallow. “Am I distracting you?”
“Of course not,” Fynta snapped, though the deep lines creasing her forehead and force with which her lips pressed together said otherwise.
Aric let a low rumble roll through him as he shifted closer. Fynta shivered but refused to look up. He enjoyed her reaction more than he should, the knowledge that his primal nature didn’t frighten her the way it had his previous partners; Fynta wanted more.
“How about now?” Jorgan asked, pressing a kiss to Fynta’s cheek. She sucked in a breath, eyes widening and almost darting in his direction. Jorgan pushed on, brushing his lips against her ear. Fynta's chest rose and fell faster as he followed her hairline to press another gentle kiss to the crease in her forehead. Fynta sighed, eyes drifting closed. “Distracted yet?”
“I’m not that easy,” Fynta growled through a shaky voice and rigid posture.
Jorgan failed to hide his amusement, letting his mouth curve into a smile while he trailed kisses down the bridge of Fynta's nose. He paused to breathe in her scent, their lips inches apart. “You’re sure?”
“Fierfek.” Something clattered to the floor at the same time that Jorgan’s back hit the mattress. He laughed into Fynta’s mouth when she pinned his hands above his head, her weight centered on his stomach. “This doesn’t mean that you win,” Fynta grumbled in between playful nips and stolen licks.
Jorgan couldn't answer with Fynta's tongue in his mouth, and he preferred that to sorting inventory requisition forms, anyway.
pairing: Loki x gn!reader - established relationship
type: ficlet (1.6 K)
idea: gifted by an ask, which inspired me immediately (prompts are closed)
warnings: reader is feeling down, romantickly fluff
Enjoy lovelies & happy Halloween
It is one of these more quiet halloween evenings. Still, you were pacing home, a large pumpkin under one arm and a bag of groceries under the other.
When you entered your apartment, you could feel the warm, gentle breeze of the heating. Loki’s voice, humming to a song from the kitchen-radio, welcomed you. A heavy sigh left your lungs, you felt the wooden door in your back, as well as relieved to be home.
„Darling? Is everything alright?“, Loki looked around the corner, a kitchen towel hanging over his shoulder. You looked up from your spot on the floor, nodded and shook your head right afterwards. In the mere seconds of your arrival, your legs have given in, seeking a comforting pose. Bend in-front of your chest, chin resting on the knees, some little snack packages tumbled out of the bag next to you. The rather huge pumpkin, a little odd in shape, was haunting you since you bought it, last minute.
Loki walked closer, a concerned look on his face: „What is it? Did something happen at the store?“, you shook your head.
„At work?“, another silent ‚no‘ from you, followed by: „My sibling“
„Are they hurt?“
„No, they are done already“
„Done… with what?“
„Family tradition“, you sighed.
His eyebrows went up: „Which one? Your family has so many“
A little grumpy rumbling left your lips: „Don’t tease!“
„Oh, dear… I cannot help it. It is so easy to tease you. And pleasant.“
„Pffft…“
„Tell me. What tradition have they fulfilled already?“ The tip of your index finger pointed sharply at the orange vegetable, sitting side by side with you on the floor.
„I do not understand, I’m afraid“
You sighed, moving the back of your head against the door, with closed eyes. „We carve those. It’s a human thing for halloween“
„Ah…?“
„We always did that together. But since they moved for their new job across the country? We had to agree to do it on our own, sharing a photo or a video call later… with the spooky fellas.“
„So, it is still early enough to start, isn't it?“
You didn’t answer. „Love?“
„I don’t feel well. I don’t feel creative at all and look“, you hand him your phone with the fancy pumpkin and your sibling, smiling widely. „They are so talented. And I miss them…“
Loki hummed, giving your shoulder a gentle squeeze and left, to put away the groceries. He returned to carry the heavy veggie to the kitchen counter, you could hear his low, velvety voice from the other room. Still, you couldn’t open your eyes or get off the tiles. It was one of those days, when you survived the every-day outside but returned home, drained from it. Sometimes, the overwhelming feeling of the world-weariness, the constant understaffed work and the heart-ache from missing your sibling dearly, got you here. On the floor of your apartment. Sighing and without strength left in your limbs.
„Love?“ „Hmm?“, you hummed, eyes still closed.
„There is someone who likes to talk to you“. You opened your eyes, brows sceptic above them. Your sibling was smiling and waving from Loki’s phone-screen at you. Your gaze wandered between them and your favorite Asgardian, astonished.
A couple of minutes later, you sat down on one of your bar stools, a steaming cup of tea next to the pumpkin in-front of you: „How? What?“
„I was instructed to remove the inner mush of this“, Loki gestured toward the pumpkin.
„You did that with your bare hands?!“, You asked in disbelief.
„Of course not. What ever do I have my seidr for?!“
A giggle escaped your lips: „Of course. Your magic is handy, indeed.“
Loki kissed your cheek, whispering: „You carve, I cook“
While Loki, during his time on Midgard, found his liking not only in the human sitting opposite of him now, but in cooking as well. A pumpkin soup was soon simmering on the stove, while you? „You haven’t even started?“
Your eyes, wide and a little sad still, looked over the enormous vegetable: „No…“
“Love?”
„Loki, no“
„It’s just a pumpkin. Just… use your little carving knife and… do it“
„Don’t mock me. And dohon’t make me laugh either. Pumpkin carving is a serious human business.“
„Oh, I am already well aware of that. Having your sibling telling me every important thing about it. And I didn’t mock you.“ He caught a sceptic look again.
„I didn’t… oh, I know the perfect motivation for you to start immediately.“
„What might that be?“
„If you don’t start the carving right away“, the raven-haired man walked around the isle.
„Yes?“
„I’ll do the thing“, he whispered against your ear.
„The thing?! The… oh, no. No, no, no. You wouldn’t“
„Certainly, I would“
„Dohon’t you dahare, Loki!! I have a weapon“
„And I could let the little dagger disappear with my seidr. Your choice, start or…“
„Wait, wait, wait…“, you already giggled, feeling his elegant fingers over yours, grabbing the knife carefully, while you were pressed against his body. Loki, standing behind you, his other arm laid around your waist, chuckled: „Oh, my sweet midgardian angel, are you ready to start this tradition of yours?“
„Noho, Lohoki… pleahease… Nahaha-Ha!“, you squeaked, feeling his knowing fingertips prodding gentle yet teasingly at your waist.
„Let us lift your spirits a little, love“
Your giggles fell from your lips, softly. „I have the feeling this“, his fingers ran spider-like up your waist and over your ribs: „this might do the trick“
„Ehehehey!“
With the left hand, you got hold of his wrist, more seeking support instead of a proper try to stop him. You could feel the vibration of his own amusement, your back was pressed against his torso. The back of your head fell against his chest, looking up at your partner, while his smile was caressing your laughing features. His fingertips were seeking the well known nerve-spots under your skin, which made you giggle. His smile was soft yet mischievous, while admiring you.
„You are adorable“, he chuckled. You felt his wandering fingertips, heading to your upper ribs and further. Since the two of you got a couple, your extraterrestrial boyfriend always found a way to lighten your mood. His wit was one option. Reading to you another. Teasing you like this was a shared favorite, knowing there would be a clear stop, if one party asked of it. Nothing of this was necessary right now. You were in need of the free-spirited laughter, the gentle hug, the soft teasing of your most vulnerable spots to simply be.
His right index finger poked underneath your arm, suddenly. While his left arm was still trapping you softly, his fingertips of that hand were spidering over your upper ribs. Your carving tool? Gone. Somewhere else entirely. Your mind couldn’t follow that thought, it followed his movements at every second.
His breath caressed your neck, feather-light, before you knew, you were doomed: „Nohahaa…“, you squeaked. His lips attacked the side of your neck with raspberries, teasing your sensitive skin, alongside his fingertips haunting your weak spots at the very same time.
„Ehenough, plehease…“, you shrieked and Loki stopped. You could feel his grin still against your neck, his lips were kissing your skin gentile. A couple of giggles erupted from you, in the moment of recovery: „Youhu are suhuch a menace.“
„Oh, I know. God of mischief. It is my duty to be a menace.“, he whispered, chuckling.
„How lucky for me, you’re my mehenace.“
„Indeed, lucky you.“
„Now, will you start this already?“, Loki pointed at the pumpkin, while you were eating the soup he made, side by side: „No“ „No?“, his eyebrows curled in disbelief: „Do you need another round of motivation, after dinner?“, he squeezed your hip a couple of times.
„Stohop tickling me.“, you laughed in shock and tried to fight off his teasing hand: „Ahand let me tell you, why I won’t start to carve.“
„Tell me, little human.“
„I won’t carve this pumpkin tonight.“, you swiftly moved out of his reach, not wanting to be poked again: „Wahait, let me explain!“
„I am all ears, love“, he whispered, poking you, when your upper body was within reach for him again. The door bell rang, making you jump from the stool excited. „Saved by the trick or treaters“, you cheered. You put some of the tiny snack bags into their baskets, complimenting their creative make-up, creepy costumes or both. Door closed. Another one rang.
When you finally returned, you giggled: „We will do it togehether.“
„I beg you pardon?“
„The carving.“
„Not a chance.“
„Pleaaaaaase?“
„Absolutely not.“
„PLEAAAAAASE“
„Now youhou are a menace.“
„Good thing you are unable to withstand my wishes“, you winked and your knowing smile morphed into a remarkable pout. He rolled his eyes, grinning: „Alright, alright. I yield.“ You giggled and hugged him, kissing his cheek: „this will be our new tradition“
„Having me do all the work, huh?“, he chuckled, caressing over your head.
„Oh, wait… no, not all the work! I bought it and brought it home. You scooped it and made the most delish soup“, you winked: „and set up the carving station“
„And now what?“
„Now, I’ll do the dishes and afterwards we carve it together.“
The two of you couldn’t decide, what should be carved into the autumnal veggie, at first. After a rather wild list of options, ranging from his silhouette with helmet and all (his idea) over to Thor’s hammer (your idea), the two of you decided on the classic pumpkin face.
„You have pumpkin mush in your hair, oh dear god of mischief.“, you giggled and removed it.
„I fear, that is part of this tradition, is it not?“, he grabbed a little piece of it from your cheek as well. You looked up at him, his gaze meeting yours, softly: „Thank you.“
„For removing this piece of pumpkin?“
„Yes, and more. Thank you for doing this, for taking care of me tonight - being the sweet, gentle menace, I love.“ „Always“
Type: M/M romantickly fanfic (sfw, yet nothing for minors)
Pairing: Josh Walters x Axel Michaels
Special Occasion: this is a birthday present for you, Ginny, my sweet friend. Enjoy your special day and Happy Birthday. 🎉✨
About: OCs of the ‘Sons of Walter’ universe by @otomiyaa | This mini fic is not specifically set on a certain moment of the story but could have happened somewhere after chapter 28 of part 3 ^^
Sweet Monday Morning Shenanigans
Josh’s eyelids fluttered open. Something or someone?, he couldn’t pinpoint it, had caused an end to his peaceful slumber. He was clueless, if dawn was already showing behind the black-out blinds, while he tried to read his surroundings. And, to be all honest with himself, he didn’t care much about it when a soft sigh, close to him, drew his gaze to the possible source of his awakening. As soon as this warm feeling took over, his chest and veins were filled with a sweet mixture of giddy happiness, love and desire for his boyfriend, Axel Michaels. A gentle smile tucked at the corner of Josh’s mouth, while his lips kissed the warm skin underneath, which earned him another soft sigh of comfort.
Once he realized, he had to get up and out of their cozy cocoon, a sigh of his own left his lips. Another kiss was placed on the sleeping body’s shoulder, while he plucked a shirt from their left-over pile of clothing on the hardwood-floor.
He was moving slowly, a bit like on autopilot with every step he took, not yet fully awakened. Once he reached for the handle to the bathroom door? It got locked right in-front of him. Odd. Muffled sounds, kisses, shhhh`s and laughter caused him to shake his head, amused and in disbelief. Yuki and James - Not odd at all.
Sharing the same floor with his twin brother had become a little more awkward since both were in relationships now. Josh was way too familiar with the intimate sounds of this lovey-dovey duo. Maybe they were the true reason he was awake this mere moment. He grinned and walked away, trying option two, the bathroom upstairs.
His brown hair was a sleepy mess, when he looked at his reflection in the tiny mirror above the sink. The facial expression was still somewhat tired, but he could see how the happiness, lingering in his core, changed the vibrance of his brown eyes. Was he wearing Axel’s shirt? Hehe.
Once he left the upper bathroom behind, he tried to tip-toe his way back downstairs to his boyfriend, when other muffled sounds caught his ears. He grinned, because he could hear the soft voices of Luca and Theo. So, his baby brother and sweetheart were awake too.
The atmosphere of the Walters’ residence had become a soft and calm undertone, on those Monday mornings, off of work. The family-owned restaurant underneath it would stay closed for the day regularly. So, the four brothers could get a more relaxed start into the new week ahead of them with space for countless options. Sleeping in, trying new recipes (on and off-camera), reading, gaming, going out and what not.
The moment he crossed Hank’s bedroom, Josh’s body came to a halt. His big brother, single as a pringle, was laughing too behind closed doors. Huh. Maybe he was on a call with his best friend Tom or watching some of the gifs and reels, stacked in their group chat(s). This Monday morning was full of happiness, as it seemed.
The brunette chef returned to his own bedroom, with two bottles of water tucked under one arm, and slightly cold feet from his barefoot walk through the whole maisonette apartment.
Axel, still in the same position Josh had left him in his bed, greeted him with a raspy: „Where have you been?“. Josh grinned, taking everything in: his blonde hair was ruffled from sleep too, one arm tucked underneath the pillow, while he was lying on his front, scrolling on his phone. One leg stretched, the other bend like a bow was a common position for him to be found in.
„Unexpected events occurred, so I had to walk almost a mile to pee.“, Josh answered grinning, while he got back to bed. Axel sighed, when he felt Josh’s warm, bare chest close to his side, the duvet got thrown over both bodies, hiding them underneath.
A trail of kisses followed the curve of his shoulder blade, when he asked: „Huh?“, still half-asleep, a little distracted by his feed, made it impossible to process the information properly. He turned his head to glance over his shoulder, soon, a sweet sleepyhead-smirk appeared when Josh snorted a laugh against the blonde’s warm skin: „Yuki. James. Shower. Bathroom occupied. Walked upstairs“, he tried to reduce his explanation to a minimum, while he kissed his way over the soft curves of Axel’s muscular back and arm. Those comforting touches made Axel shiver in awe.
„Ahhhh, hehey!“, he got the message the moment Josh’s ice-y feet touched his calf. „Get off of me“, he whined, while Josh simply crawled closer and whispered: „Oh, but you’re supposed to warm me up, hm?“, with a mischievous undertone. He grabbed his boyfriend’s sides, squeezing his waist knowingly, while he lifted his own torso half on-top of Axels back. His cold feet were entangled with the outstretched leg - such a clingy tease.
„Joshyhihi“, he giggled.
“Yes?“, the addressed one chirped: „Do you want me to stop?“
„Nohoho…“
„May I continue?“, he whispered into Axel’s ear.
A simple nod followed, while a muffled stream of giggles accompanied it, once Josh’s fingertips wandered over the valleys and hills of his ribs, following the twitching nerves and muscles - a well-known map of happiness. The stream of giggles ended, once those fingers reached the center of his boyfriend’s armpits. He laughed alongside his shaking sweetheart underneath, kissing his shoulder and neck here and there, while he savored this moment of advantage.
Axel on the other hand was trapped in a dozy state of giddy bliss, physically and mentally. He felt the trail of wandering kisses, his own laughter airing through the bedroom. His armpits were still the current target, when Josh’s lips moved down his spine. This seemed to be Axel’s favorite wake-up call: A mixture of kisses, sighs and nibbles combined with knowingly moving fingertips of his personal cartographer of joy.
Finally, Josh had kissed his way down and reached Axel’s backs of his knees. Of course, sensual stopovers along the way, had been given.
It had been a recent discovery, that Mr. Michaels, the famous foodie and influencer, would loose his mind, when he was teased right there, after a certain high of emotions. He tried to bend his legs, once Josh blew the first raspberry against this thin and sensitive skin. Unfortunately, for him, his tormenting boyfriend was too eager to be pushed away. Leg-day strength or not, he didn’t stand a chance. A bittersweet sequence of softly-dancing fingertips, nibbling teeth, gentle kisses and blown raspberries were his doom.
He couldn’t say if it had been five minutes or fifty, when Josh slid off his body, reaching over to the nightstand and offering him a bottle of water. Axel gulped down a couple ounces, rehydrating his slightly sore vocal cords.
When Josh tried to take it back, he shook his head and rolled the re-capped plastic over his face, cooling his blushed cheeks with the condensation water on it. This action earned him a sweet giggle from the eying sidelines.
„What’s so funny, huh?“, he rasped.
Josh shrugged his shoulders, crossing his arms over his own face, while he was lying on his back, shaking with amusement next to him: „Nothing“, he chirped.
„I mean, I could cool my heated skin down otherwise…“, he said smugly: „Your feet are still cold as ice, aren’t they?“
„Axe, noho“, Josh shrieked, when his blonde teddy bear feigned a move to turn towards the foot of the bed: „they ahare toasty waharm. No need toho exhaust yoursehelf“.
„Oh?“, he stopped dead, in the middle of his doing, smirking back at him: „How unfortunate for me.“.
„Vehery.“
The duvet rustled, when Axel turned back up to keep the upper hand in this situation: „So… what shall I do now?“
„Huh?“, Josh blushed and peeked through his crossed arms.
„My inevitable answer to your Monday morning shenanigans“, Axe stated and bit down his grin, when Josh’s eyes widened.
„Shall I squeeze you here?“, he asked, while squeezing Josh’s hipbone a couple of times.
„Or poke and prod here?“, his index finger danced softly over his waist.
„I could even scratch softly over this sweet spot…“, earned him a louder shriek, flailing arms, when he touched Josh’s upper rib, near the edge of his armpit.
„Dohon’t… Axehehe… plehehehease…“, the brunette one pressed his arms close to his sides now, trapping the traitorous fingers.
„Don’t what, hm?“
Josh shook his head, alarmed by the open trap and his own inability to properly stop himself from squeaking a frantic: „tihickle me“
„Uhh, my pleasure“, was the nonchalant answer and action followed said words immediately. „Gahahhhhhh“, was everything Josh got out before he’d erupted in a cheerful and helpless fit of laughter, while his boyfriend went to town on his torso. His fingertips were poking his sides, worming their ways into his armpits, hidden or not, sometimes even underneath his back to reach the outer lines of his ribs, while he rolled in giggly waves over the mattress.
Their shared giggles carried through the apartment, making the other Walters’ brothers and sweetheart-bonus inhabitants grin widely, while they shared coffee and `good mornings` on this casual Monday.
note: I wanted to share the softest, most caring and understanding Loki with you, a mischievious love fool. Enjoy reading. 💚
the cuddle lectures
You were sitting on Wandas bed in the Avengers compound, while she helped, or at least tried to help you to relax and get your make-up ready for your date with Loki - the god of mischief himself.
„What?! Sure", she was in her element, finishing up last touches: „He’ll be falling in love with you.", Wanda said, winking at you: „Instantly!“ A nervous shriek left your shimmering lips, while Wanda touched your shoulder gently: „If you ask me… he already has fallen in love with you!“ Earning another wink, your friend went on: “I think, we need a bit more glittering blush on your cheeks", said and done, another rouge tin was opened and the brush was sweeping over your cheeks. Your eyes were closed, while you tried to calm down. Your heart was beating fast, like the strong little wings of a humming bird. „This brush is special!", Wanda whispered: „It’s great for blending and…", the brush hit your nose: „good for tickling", she finished. In the very same moment, the brush swept feather-light over your neck. Your eyes popped open, the left shoulder moved up to protect your neck while you leaned your head to that side, giggling: „Wanda, don’t!", you protested. This teasing of her was a first for you. „Ah-Ah! We need to ease the tension!", she laughed and swept over the other side of your neck: „Guess it’s working.”
The tiny brush wiggled across your bare skin, neck and shoulder were left unprotected. That deep neckline of your light jersey-dress was cute but no defense - at all: „Wahanda, plehease stop it!“ You were holding her wrists, trying to stop those cheeky moves of your friend.
„Do me a favor.", a smooth and familiar velvet-voice was freezing both of your giggling actions: „Please, don’t stop!“ Your eyes widened. Wanda, able to find her voice sooner than you: „Loki! You’re early.“ He greeted her with a nod of his head. His tall and slender body was leaned against the door frame, arms crossed in front of his chest, eyes on you. Your date was wearing a green cormick jacket, underneath a black cotton t-shirt with a round neck, anthracite denims and, surprisingly, black sneakers. Quite casual for your favorite Asgardian. His smile, mischievous as most of the time, made you shiver in excitement. You knew, he wouldn’t forget this little information about you. Your witch-friend collected her stuff: „I might add: My job is done here“ Wanda grabbed your shoulder, for support and comfort, one last time: „Deep breathes, honey", she whispered, winking at you and turned around. She winked at Loki: „She’s all yours“ While leaving the room, to give you a bit more space, the redhead added: „Don’t mess up the make-up!", and, a little teasingly: „Oh, and don’t mess up my bed!“
„Wanda!“ (Could it get any worse?!)
“So-ho you… you’re here.", you stuttered, stroking a strand of your hair behind your ear.
„I am indeed. So are you“
„So am I…", Loki chuckled softly at your obvious nervousness: „Shall we, darling?“
„Sure, yeah, sure. Eh-em, let me just grab my stuff…", while you were trying to climb off the high box-spring, you added mumbling: „…and a little self-confidence. I am quite sure, I owned some before“ The raven haired man offered his hand, to help you off the bed, biting on his lower lip. At least he tried to suppress his laughter. (Dah, it could get worse.) After picking up your belongings, not as graceful as intended, you looked high up, right into Lokis ocean eyes. His gaze was curious and intense: „I just have to use the opportunity to compliment your outfit. That lovely dress suits you. You’re gorgeous, as always.“ Your eyes widened again, while the heat rushed through your body, making your whole face crimson red - at least it felt that way.
„And I might add, I enjoy to make you blush. You’re cute when your cheeks get this tone.“ Loki chuckled: „Can’t wait to do that again.“ You shoved him a little aside: „Stop it. But… I really like your outfit too.“ It accomplished his slender figure and made you shiver in excitement. (You had a huge crush on this man, no matter what he was wearing. Elegant suit? Hells to the yes. Armor? Solid as a rock. But this casual clothes? Oh gods, have mercy.)
„Ready when you are, darling!“ the velvety voice made your heart skip a beat. (Deep breathes)
°o°O°o°
Never would you ever have guessed, or dreamed, to go on a date with Loki. Especially not four months after meeting Wanda for the first time. Those last weeks were a pure rollercoaster-ride for your feelings. Wanda, with her open heart and newly awakened addiction for DIY-projects, discovered your blog as well as your little online-shop. At first she simply ordered a huge amount of those bookmarks, macramé hanging-planters and so much more of your crafted goodies, right out of your little studio-apartment. So, when you announced a specific workshop, that you’ll come and teach people at their homes about crafting macramé for decoration, she was all-in. Arriving at THE Compound, you were one-hundred percent sure, someone had tricked you. After you rang the bell, looking over your shoulder for the cab’s shrinking lights at the horizon, someone cleared his throat, standing in the open door. With a screech, a jump and a breathed: „Oh dear god!“, you turned yourself around to face none other than him: „Well, I am Loki, the one and only god of mischief. And you are?“
„I-ehem the-ehm…“
„Yes?", he looked at you, his head leaning to one side: „Y/n …with the Macramé", you stammered: „I do have an appointment here, I hope.“
„Oh, you hope?", a little amused smirk changed his facial features, softening it: „Well, guess what, little Lady Macramé“ You could feel your blood rushing, deepening the pink on your cheeks, while his gaze never left your face: „Our very own newly nifty-knitter is waiting for you. Please, follow me.", with a grand wave of his arm, the smirking god led the way into the Avengers home.
Wanda, who had forced Loki to answer the door, because she wanted to prepare the space for your workshop a little more, was enlightening a last scented candle, when both of you arrived in the open living room area. Loki headed straight for an ottoman, where he had left his book and a cup of tea next to it, while you stood in the middle of the room: „Oh, Y/n, it’s so lovely to meet you in person. I am Wanda. So glad you’ve had time today.", she was shaking your hand rapidly. You looked at her friendly smile and, suddenly, you felt a little calmer: „Oh, well, thanks for having me. How many will attend the workshop?“
„Oh, it’s just us, actually", she quickly moved her index finger back and forth between you. „Oh, okay. Ehm, Wanda? Where are the other Av-Avengers?“ (You were daydreaming, right? Right?)
„They are on a mission. It’s just the three of us.“
„Will he attend too?", you whispered, nodding loosely into Lokis direction: „Only if I am forced to“ Wanda and Loki answered unison. You couldn’t help it, a little stream of giggles bubbled up your throat. His right eyebrow popped up, just over the edge of the book, from your point of view: „Okay! More rope for us, then.“ You could hear him chuckle a little.
After you left Wanda as a client that day, you visited her as a friend a lot. Soon you met all the other inhabitants and members of the Avenger-family, plus their partners and family. Out of curiosity, along with urgent need, another diy workshop gathering was set. Thor sat next to Wanda, learning how to craft a hanging planter. He wanted to give something hand-made to his Lady Jane, as a present. Her birthday was one day ahead. (Yes, you gave him your very-own hanging planter at the end, you’d do anything for love). When it was time to leave, a soft pad on your shoulder stopped you. Loki had been around, not attending for sure, but observing the macramé-party, while he read another book. Wanda had already informed you, that her mysterious roommate was a lot more visible in the common areas of their home, when you were around.
„Little Lady Macramé?“
„Please, you don’t have to call me that.", you giggled.
„Oh, but I insist. It’s lovely, when you blush because of it.“ You gave him a light nudge against his arm: „Oh, come on!“
„Well, Lady…“, one of your eyebrows went up.
„Y/n, darling.“
„That’s much better.“
His smile softened: „I wanted to thank you.“
„Thank me? What for?“ Your eyebrows drew together.
„Because you taught my non-talented brother how to macramé AND you saved his life, because you gave him your own“, he made a grand gesture with both of his hands: „The hanging planter?", you tried to guess.
„The life-saving planter, yes. I mean, it’s Thor after all and I want him to suffer - but, it’s so boring on Midgard without the possibility to tease him.“
„Oh you", giggling, you knew, he loves his brother dearly, never open admitting but still: „Got to leave now, I guess“
„Oh", he’d put a hand into his neck, rubbing it, a little nervous: „Will you … be back here soon?“
„I am not sure. Wanda and I have plans for a girls’ night next Friday. We haven’t set a location yet. Maybe here or… Why? Do you want to try macramé yourself?“
„No-ho, that’s a chapter I am not going to open in my entire life. Ever.", when he saw the sad expression hushing over your face, he cleared his throat: „I mean, I am a much better admirer than a nifty crafter“
„What my poor brother is trying to say", the warm but rumbling voice of Thor interrupted your conversation: „He’d like to ask you…“
„Thor, brother", Loki grabbed the muscular hand off of his shoulder.
„Loki, brother", the blonde god winked at you: „get a move on", he whispered loudly to the man next to him.
„Norns", Loki hissed. You couldn’t suppress that smirk, even biting on your inner cheeks didn’t help at all, accompanied by a little shake of your shoulders.
„Now she’s laughing at me", the dark-haired god whined, but couldn’t suppress his own grin.
„I ah-am not.", you shot at him: „I am laughing with you.”
„Don’t lie to the god of lies, or you’ll regret it.”
„You’ll be here and free on Saturday", another familiar voice popped up. „Wanda!", you giggled a little embarrassed.
„So, may I ask you out on Saturday then?", Lokis eyes locked with your soul in that very moment. Sounding braver than you felt, you told him: „Fine with me!“ Thor and Wanda shared a high-five, while Loki and you could only roll your eyes, smiling.
°o°O°o°
You went out for dinner at a little cozy restaurant, only a couple of blocks away from your apartment. Your first date (since ages!) was lovely, you kept talking and talking, sharing ideas about life, books, music, as well as discussing differences. You both were smiling like two goofballs during the whole evening. When it was time to head home, Loki took you on a long walk to your apartment. The soft late summer air played with your hair, caressing over your skin, where it wasn’t protected by your pastel-green and white striped dress. Lokis little finger touched your hand gently, here and there, while he walked you home.
„Here I live.", you mumbled, pointing at the little vintage three-story-house.
„It suits you“ Loki murmured, wrapping his little finger around yours: „I like how your shoulders shimmer in this light - it’s marvelous.", he whispered softly, leaning closer to you: „…so does your neck" He touched the small, delicate piece of bare skin with his right index finger, softly. Your shoulder went up a little, while you were having a déjà-vu. Your eyes widened, when his smirk appeared, telling you, he’d done it on purpose. With a smirk, he leaned back to look at you: „May I ask you out on another date tomorrow?“
„I would like that.“
„Alright. Good night, darling.", he whispered, smiling next to your ear, his breath caressed your neck teasingly.
„Good night, Loki.“ When he left you on your doorstep behind, you couldn’t stop grinning.
Soon you were seeing each other on a regular dating-bases: more dinner nights, a night at the movies - a breakfast thing at the compound, with the chaotic, smirking and lurking ‚wing buddy‘-duo Wanda and Thor around. Loki was a pure gentleman, no question, seeking for any possibility, to be close to you. But still: no kisses. That was new to you and absolutely messing with your impatience. Eventually though, the mischievous Asgardian said good bye to you with a soft hug. Whispering, at the foot of your stairs: „Good night, little Lady Macramé." - he loved to tease you a little, with his wit and his voice. The airy wave of his breath caressed your sensitive neck. Your shoulder went up a little for protection, to shake that tingling feeling off: „Good night, to-shy-to-try-knitting god“ Two could tease - you just couldn’t help it anymore. He growled dark: „I beg you pardon?“
You replied giggling: „What? You’re allowed to tease me with such a nickname, but I am not?“
„Fair enough", you could feel his chuckling: „Hence I have the strong feeling, I shouldn’t let you go this easily now, should I?", he tightened his grip around you.
„Lo-hoki!", you giggled: „Please, don’t.“
„Oh, don’t? Don’t what?!“
„Don’t tease. I am sure, you’re up to no good, but please… not here, right in-front of my neighbors windows.“ His soft laughter made you giggle as well: „Understood. Lead the way then, sweet Lady Macramé!“
„No-ho. I won’t take you upstairs now.“
„What?“
„I wouldn’t be safe up there.“
„But you’re not safe from me here either.", his eyebrow popped up: “Even if I am still unsure, what you expect me to do.“ Maybe that was the truth, but the almighty smirk on his face told you (oh boy!) he had plenty ideas, how to stop your insolence.
„Lo-hoki! Go home.“, you shoved him a little, struggling, because he was still holding you in a tight hug: „You decide. Take it here or upstairs. There is no other option, I’m afraid!“
„Wait, what?“
„Tick tock, love. I wouldn’t prefer an audience, but if you don’t hurry, I am forced to choose this location - right here on the side-walk.“
„No-ho way. Okay, okay.", you moved up both of your hands to demonstrate your surrender: „Follow me.” Your keys were rattling in your hand: „I am dating the god of dirty tricks.", you whispered.
„I beg you pardon?!“
„…“
„That’s it!“ In a swift move, he’d grab your keys, threw you over his shoulder, giving the back of your thighs a quick squeeze.
„E-hey!", you squeaked, thankful to wear a pair of jeans tonight.
„Shhhh, don’t wake up your neighbors.", he cooed.
„Oh, you…“ You protested hissing, but also laughing, while the raven-haired god walked upstairs with you. He entered your little studio, closing the door and putting your keys on the little hand-crafted plate, where they were home. Not a single second did your date think about leaving you off his shoulder: “Lo-hoki! Put me-he down, please", you giggled, still alarmed by your own list of ideas, what he might have planned.
„Phew. You are quite a pastel-loving Midgardian.", Loki told you, while turning both of you around.
„We can’t be all into the forrest-y green and mystic black vibes, I gue-hess.", you yelped, because he had squeezed one of your legs again.
„Put me down!”
„No.”
„Would you please let me stand on my own feet now, so I can be a good host?” His laugh made you shiver: „If you insist. Don’t believe, you’re off the hook.”
Finally, with both feet on the ground, you looked at him: „Would you like to drink something, while you consider what to do with me?”
„Sure. I’ll have whatever you’d like to drink yourself.”
„I’ll be right back.”
That was the perfect excuse to bring a little distance between the mischievous man (god!) and your blushing cheeks. You were never happier about this small but separate kitchen. The rest of your studio apartment was airy and open. After cooling down your cheeks with a splash of cold water, you decided to serve a pint of homemade ice-tea. You prepared this favorite drink of yours nearly every day in summer - and these September days felt still very summery. There was a hole carafe of it in your fridge. Choosing two of your prettiest antique glasses, you went back into your living room. The ice cubes made a lovely ‘clink’, when you walked over to your little sofa area. Loki was standing in-front of your gallery wall, it was filled over and over with little watercolor sketches in pastel. Every now and then, you changed the art pieces in those little frames. Light and airy colors were your favorites at the moment.
„Did you made all of them?”
„Yes. I sell the art prints online, but I keep my originals close by.“
He hummed in admiration, turned around and took a seat on your peachy couch. Having a prince and god from another realm in persona on your tiny sofa was way too much for your human brain tonight. How did that happen to be real and no dream? Loki took a sip of his ice-tea, when his smile softened: „Little Lady Macramé, do you fear me?”
„Whahat? No…”
„If not, tell me, why are you standing at the other end of the room?” You had opened the french door to your balcony, leaning against the frame, barefoot. You’d left your high heels next to your oven.
„I simply needed a little fresh air, to calm down.”
„To calm down?”
„Yes, it’s not an every-day situation for me to have someone like you at my apartment.”
„A god?”
„A date.”
„Oh, if I overstepped any set boundary of yours, I’ll leave.” The tall man stood up immediately.
„No, please… stay. I know you good enough to feel comfortable and less anxious.” Loki came closer to you now, leaning against the opposite side of that open door, admiring your features. The light of the full moon was enchanting tonight, so were you.
„I don’t… May I…", it seemed, you weren’t the only one, who got a little nervous the past couple minutes: „Yes?”
„I don’t know how to ask. I don’t…”
„Just ask right away. Don’t worry, I already know that you’re a big softie.”
„Teasing again, darling?”
„Yes.”
„It’s not a very wise decision, is it?”
„Not at all, but I never said, I was wise.” His mischievous smirk appeared, making you giggle a little. This was a good and a bad sign. You liked that man so much more, then you would have thought. It was exciting: „Ask!", you smiled encouraging.
„I am not the first one, asking you out and entering your space… or am I?” Your eyes widened, the blood streaming back into your cheeks: „Oh.", you smiled: „No, you’re not the first date, setting foot into my apartment. It’s just… a rare situation. My home is my safe space. It’s… nothing I share very quickly with other people. But, I trust you. It’s just…“
„Yes?“
„I stopped dating for quite a while now.”
„Until I asked you out?”
„Indeed.”
The Asgardian was right in front of you now, closing the gap: „Likewise.” „Huh?”
„It’s true. I feel honored, you said yes - so many times now.“ He whispered, while his little finger was playing with yours. „I feel honored, you’ve asked.", you murmured, your voice was raspier now. His gaze rested on your face, admiring the little details of your beauty, the sparkle in your eyes.
„Thank you for your invitation.“
You giggled: „You didn’t leave me much choice.“
„True. Still, if you insist, I’ll leave.“
„Oh, Loki, don’t. Stay.“
„I love to explore your space - it suits you, your personality is visible in every piece and corner.“ (Oh gods…) You could feel the heat of your reddening cheeks: „Loki?”
„Yes, love?”
„Could you… Could you please kiss me now?”
„If you insist…", a beautiful smile tucked at the corner of his mouth, when your lips met. (Finally!) To be honest, the kiss was very different from what you expected. Your experience of making out was simple as that: quickly sped up, always a little rougher and leading you to quick actions with each other. Now was completely different. You were fully aware of his presence, his delicate touches, but it also made you a lot more aware of your expectations, anxious thoughts and nervousness. Loki was very gentle, only lightly touching your lips with his own. His breath stroked your cheeks. His left hand rose, to stroke softly over your hair. It was a heart-warming moment, that you shared, so soft, so…
„Mmmhmm…", a muffled giggle occurred. You both whispered against each other’s lips: „What’s the matter, love?” - „Nothing, don’t stop kissing me.”
You pulled him closer to you, holding his neck with your hand and intensifying your kisses. (Humans couldn’t melt, when a god kissed them, would they?) The soft silence remained not very long, because another giggle interrupted the romantic moment. Loki leaned his forehead against your own, his lips far away from yours now: „Tell me. What’s so funny?”
„I am so sorry.", you told him, still giggling, putting one hand on top of your eyes: „I can’t believe that I am making out with a god.", you whispered. His surprised laugh made you chuckle: „Making out, huh?” A shriek later you found yourself on the god’s shoulder again. (Twice a day?!)
„Lohoki, where are we going?“
„Next stop: your bed.”
And with that, he’d put you gently onto your back on top of your queen-size bed, lying on his left side next to you. He’d bent his elbow to look at you, smirking: „I thought we were sharing a tender, romantic and a decelerating moment over there, but if you’re all giggly and fantasizing about a make-out session, I felt the urge to change the location.” You turned your head to face him, moving your lips closer to do so, but the Asgardian didn’t let you. He pulled his head back, gentle but firm. He was stroking a string of hair out of your face, tucked it behind your ear: „Darling, are you in a hurry?”
You nodded but told him: „No.” Loki bend his head backwards, laughing aloud: „Ehehem, okay? Se-heems you’re not really sure.”
„I… It’s…”
His head turned again, his eyes twinkling with amusement, but when they met yours, he looked a little concerned: „Hey.", he whispered, straightening up again, like before: „What’s going on inside of your beautiful mind?”
Your voice was very low now, the smallest whisper: „You’re making me nervous.", you were hiding your face behind your hands afterwards, shaking your head a little: „No one has ever kissed me so slowly”
„Oh?”
„That’s bad.“
Loki moved next to you, but you kept him there, touching his shoulder with one of your hands: „It’s bad …because I don’t know what to do.” Softly, he pulled at the remaining hand on your face: „Love, we have plenty of time to get to know each other. To just kiss us, like we did minutes ago. I… we don’t have to win a race here.", his velvety timbre was touching your soul. You were peaking through your fingers now: „Is it, because you’re ohold?”
„I beg you pardon?”
You chuckled a little more: „I mean, because you’re a god, you’re a lot older than me ahand…”
„Teasing me again, little minx?”
„With old age comes great wisdom, right?”
„And now you’re trying to be charming, hmmm?”
The tip of your tongue was visible for a millisecond: „Loki, I am charming, I don’t have to try!”
„Oh-ho!”
„Would you be so kind and share your wisdom with me?”
Both of his eyebrows raised up: „Teach you, how to slow-down?“ The man from another realm pulled you closer, whispering into your ear, tenderly: „With pleasure.”
That being said, he kissed you oh so softly for the next couple of hours.
The morning sunlight warmed the tip of your nose, when the crisp September breeze stroked your skin. You were still fully dressed, in light denim jeans and your favorite navy blue sweater (a little blouse-moment was attached to it). But you were under your sheets instead of on top of the duvet, when you drifted into your short slumber. Still groggy, you tried to figure out, what had happened. A soft exhale over your head caused you to shiver. Instantly, you were fully awake and aware, that parts of your upper body were lying on top of a very specific god. You tried to reduce your weight on him as fast as possible, leaning yourself to the other side. (Please, don’t wake up!!!) He was still there on his back, but now behind you. When you moved a little, to crawl to the edge of your bed, a strong arm curled around your waist, pulling you back again. He turned himself around, lying on his side now, so your back was touching his front: „Where do you think you’re going?”
„Just… getting up?", adding a whispered: „I didn’t want to bother you.”
„Come again?", his lips were touching the back of your neck now. Goosebumps crawled over your skin, pleasant but very alarming: „I… you know, I am sorry, I slept on you.” You tried to wiggle yourself free again.
„Huh?“ Still more asleep than awake and enchanted by the scent of your hair, Loki couldn’t follow your words, but your movements.
„I mean, neither are you a pillow nor am I a cat.”
A soft chuckle was sending his breath over your skin, making you shiver: „Darling, what are you trying to tell me? I need a little help to understand your midgardian morning murmur.” When you tried to turn around, facing him, he let loose a little. This was a better direction than before, he thought. One of his eyes opened: „Hello there.", he greeted you.
„Morning.", you mumbled, smiling, but with an anxious expression in your eyes.
„Darling…", he pulled you closer, tenderly nudging your forehead with his own for a second: „Please, what is the point of your pillow and cat-nonsense?” Both of his eyes were watching your cheeks blush. You narrowed yours, not feeling the strength to look at him now: „I am weird.”
„Everyone is.”
„Even you?”
„Even me. Ask Thor.” You both had to laugh a little.
„Darling, be honest with me.”
„It’s… the cuddling.”
„Don’t you like it?” His arm left your side.
„No…", you cleared your throat: „No, that’s not", a sudden kiss interrupted the silence between your mumbling: „Tell me.", he whispered against your lips.
„I… it is… it was… gah!“ A little frustrated noise left your lips: „I have zero experience in cuddling…", you whispered, so quiet, it was nearly soundless.
„But Wanda is cuddling with you, all the time, when you’re at the compound?”
„Observation is an old mans memory, huh?“
„Don’t tease me. Explain yourself", he whispered against your lips.
„Okay, okay. Wanda and I cuddle, that’s true. But this", you raised your hand in a circular movement: „This is so different. Can I be completely honest with you?”
„Always, love.”
„I wasn’t supposed to cuddle.”
„Hang on! Who, in the nine realms, told you that? And first and foremost: Why?”
„Men? Magazines? Every source for… you know… relationship kinda things told me to be independent, quick and never ever cling on. My last boyfriend - there haven’t been many - put it in a nutshell. I should sleep on my own, because I am not a cat and he wasn’t my pillow.”
„I am getting the strong feeling, you were dating rude rocks or ice cubes, not people.”
„Maybe I am the ice cube, Loki.”
„Norns, not at all, love.", he pulled you closer now, putting his chin on top of your head: „You are pure cuddle material.", You giggled over that expression: „Cuddle material?”
“Yes, and for the record", he kissed your hair: „I am a frost giant. So… guess what, even I appreciate the benefits of morning cuddles. Cuddles in general, to be all honest, no matter what time of the day.”
„And what are those benefits?”
„First cuddle lecture, and most importantly: with great tenderness comes great pleasure.”
„Is that so?", your cheeks started to redden once again.
„Absolutely. I think, we should properly test my theory, shouldn’t we?” You scrunched your nose a bit, which made him chuckle. The Asgardian prince in your bed shifted, rolling onto his back now and, because you were still in his embrace, you moved sidewise with him. A green flash of his magic rushed over the two of you - changing your jeans and all to pajama pants and loose t-shirts. Both of your outfits had moody moss greens and black in it.
„Lohoki, I could have changed myself. I live here, you know?”
„I know, little minx. But, if I’d let you go, to grab some comfortable clothing - would you return to talk?“
„…“
„That’s what I thought.“
You laughed, on top of him. Both of his arms were folded across your back, embracing you more and kissing the tip of your nose: „Second note: Comfortable clothing makes cuddling way easier.”
You’d bent your legs, one on both of his sides and moved your hands a little under his shoulders. Your head was resting on his chest, while you sighed relieved. His heart was beating in a slightly different rhythm than yours, so it appeared to you as a lullaby. His slender fingers were caressing your body, slow and sweet.
„Third lesson: Gentle touch is key.“ You stiffened, when his fingertips touched your ribs on both sides for a second: „Is everything quite all right up there?”
"Yes.“
„Are you sure?“
„Uh, yeah. This is nice.”
„Just nice?”
„Very nice.", you sighed: „Let me summarize: comfy clothes, hug and touch each other“
„Gently“
„And“
„A kiss here and there“
„The concept of cuddling.“
„More or less“
„For how long?” A wave of his unique giggle passed through his body and made you both tremble a little: „Growing up, eheveryone told me, I would be impatience personified. Maybe it’s a trait, we both have in common, miss ‘new to cuddling’.”
„Loki?” You moved your head up a bit, just enough to peck a quick kiss and look him in the eyes: „Are you sure, you’re the god of mischief?”
„I am well aware.”
„To me, it seems, you’re the god of softies.”
„Oh-ho, that again, little …”
„Dohon’t get me wrong. It’s just… you’re so gentle with me.”
„Weren’t you convinced, you were dating the god of dirty tricks, yesterday?”
„Yes, but I am not so sure anymore. I have to reconsider this thought”
„And you think, just because I have a soft spot for a certain midgardian", he kissed the tip of your nose again: „happens to be you“, he smiled: „made me loose my mischievous trait?” His eyes were sparkling amused.
„Maybe you’ve outgrown it?”
"Over night?”
„Happens to the best, I guess.“ Your head fell back to its former position, your cheek tight to his chest, a little smirk on your lips. Loki shook his head, amused and incredulous at the same time. His slender fingers moved again, stroking your back gently, while his own eyes were closed. The handsome god enjoyed your company: the calming rhythm of your own heart, your warmth on top of his upper body. His fingertips were dancing lazily, drawing slow patterns on your back, with little excursions to your sides. Goosebumps followed his actions, shivers running down your spine. You whispered cautious: „Loki?“
„Yes, darling?“
„Now you’re the teasing one.", you gasped, when his fingertips brushed over the back your ribs on either side again, longer this time: „As you reconsidered, seconds ago, that’s not possible for a softie like me.", he chuckled, still caressing your skin with playful yet soft strokes.
„Lohoki!“
„Yes dove?“
„It’s… you’re…“
„Yes?“
„You’re… It ti…", you silenced yourself before getting into more trouble. A little flash-back to Wandas brushing moves as well as him watching your squirming hit you.
„Well?", his lips curled into a smirk. „Please don’t!", you whispered, hiding your face inside of his shirt. In a swift move, Loki turned both of you around, flipping his hair back. Suddenly, you were beneath that smirking god, while he was lying half on top, half next to you. His hands holding your wrists, gently but firm, on top of your chest. Your eyes widened.
„Are you all right, love?“
„I’m not sure.", you whispered.
His nose stroked yours tenderly: „Talk to me.", his voice husky and low.
„I…", you took a deep breath: „I enjoy this so much, your hands all over me, but…“
„Yes?“, his eyes locking with yours, filled with honest curiosity.
„It’s like… it’s like the cuddling.“
„What do you mean, love?“
„No one ever touched me in such a softly and playful manner. Wanda was the very first, right before our first date. You remember that, don’t you?“ Lokis eyes widened a bit, while he was waiting for you, to go on, but you didn’t: „I sure do, but… wait. No one? Ever? Not even your mom, dad, siblings or friends?“ You shook your head: „I have no siblings and… my mom… my mom was the best, but always busy with shifts to earn enough money for the rent, the food… she was always very tired. And…“ You haven’t thought let alone spoken about HIM for ages now.
„And?“
„And… my father was so different. He… it… it was…“ Suddenly, you took a deep breath, because you were holding yours beforehand: „It’s difficult, I’ve never talked about this before. To anyone.“ Loki hummed, then whispered: „Did you get tickled against your will in the past?“ You nodded, whispering: „Yes.“ Loki let your wrists go, in an instant, rolling to his side. You could feel his warm skin next to you, while he intertwined his fingers with yours now. Giving you more space was helpful, it gave you enough strength to talk: „I want… I want to tell you.“ Loki remained silent, nodding just a little, to comfort you, he would be by your side.
„It’s part of me, of my childhood, which is difficult for me, even if it might be kinda nothing for most people.", you closed your eyes, taking another deep breath: „He wasn’t a gentle or present father. He was a marine. When he was around and stuck with the two of us, waiting for new order, he tried to be fun. Always playing tricks on me. Actually, he…", you sighed: „he tickled me a lot. At the beginning, it might have been kinda fun and games. I can’t remember those times properly. I’ve seen old photos, but…“
„But?“
„But when my parents got divorced, when I was six, everything changed. The light-hearted bonding, as what most people experience... tickling… I guess, well, it was so different for me.“ You closed your eyes, while the memories rushed through your mind, it was like riding a ghost train or being awake in one of your nightmares: „He always locked my body with his entire weight, even if I was so much smaller than him. He tickled me, without offering any chance to free myself. His fingers were everywhere. Harsh. Never tender or light. Grabbing my wrists. Locking my ankles. I could barely move. Minutes felt like hours. It suffocated all playfulness.“ Lokis thumb caught a little tear, running down your cheek.
„And your mom?“ You blinked rapidly, fighting against those tears: „I didn’t… when he and I were alone… on every other weekend, when I had to visit him, after the separation… Our relationship was so difficult. I wanted to love him, wanted to look up to him. Still, I got nothing but pressure: Homework and exercising - sports, piano, I was always on a tight schedule. And when I was napping on the floor, because I was constantly exhausted? He would laugh at me, grab me from behind and start a tickle attack. It was a shock to get awake like that.“ You blinked some tears away: „I was trapped. Quickly, it became too much to endure. I begged, I always begged him to stop it.“ You sobbed: „A million times. Stop was no signal for him. I screamed, that it did hurt, while his nails were crawling over my skin. His heavy body always on mine, while I couldn’t move properly.“ You closed your eyes, to take a deep breath: „His answer was always the same: Just don’t pretend. You’re laughing, so it doesn’t hurt. It’s fun.", you sniffed: „But that is the hole point of it, right? If someone is that ticklish, you can’t fight the laughter.“ Your eyes locked with Lokis, searching for negative feelings like rejection. But all you could find in the gaze of his ocean eyes was understanding.
„But… wait, what… about your mom? Didn’t you tell her?“ You shook your head: „No. I… didn’t want to make her feel bad. I knew that it was nothing bad. It was only tickling, right?“
„No. Oh dear, no. No child should go through something like that. Especially not alone.“
„I was scared of the consequences.“
He whispered: „What consequences?“
„That we might lose the alimony. Mom cried, often, when she thought, I wouldn’t notice. She worked so hard, but it was hardly enough for the both of us.“ You cleared your throat: „His attacks stopped, for heavens sake, when he left my hometown a couple of years later. He moved to the other coast of the country, to live with his second wife.“
„And since then?“ Loki whispered.
„Mom got a new job, better payment and insurance, when I was a teen. So we decided, that I could stop visiting him. We were independent.“ You sighed: „But still, tickling wasn’t involved in my life or at least very rarely. Maybe a little poke here and there, to steel a kiss or two, when I was a in my late teens.“
„May I hug you now, would that be alright, darling?“
„Yes, please.“
Loki embraced you gently, moving both of you a little back and forth.
„I felt so… so…“
„Confused? Sad? Hurt? Angry? Alone?“ He tried to blink his own father-issues aside.
„Yes, all of it. I… I was still curious, when, you know, tickling happened around me. But I blocked every tickle-tingly feeling of my own body, when someone touched me for that particular purpose. Friends and dates thought, I wasn’t ticklish at all.“
„You hid your feelings and emotions for so long?“ You nodded lightly.
„What about that cretin of an ex?“ You chuckled, still with tears in the corner of your eyes: „When I… you know… shared the bed with him, he was the first and only one…“ You gasped, blushing. Loki hugged you a little more, caressing your head: „It became more difficult to blog those feelings, when he and… I… were intimate.“ You stuttered a little: „It… we… it was mostly a rush, tight grips or no touching at all. But… sometimes, when he touched a certain sensitive area, I giggled and…“
„You’d let your guard down?“
„I tried to. I wanted to reconnect with my sensitivity, but he always told me, that… that it annoyed him. He wouldn’t touch me at all, to avoid those unpleasant giggles. He was getting tired of it.“
Loki shook his head in disbelieve. He met people before, who weren’t as playful as you or him, but, most of them could live with a laugh or giggle. They’d occur sometimes, when skin was softly caressed and nerves got aroused. That’s nature, isn’t it?!
„I was always enchanted, when I had the chance to get a glimpse of such playfulness. When couples were sharing such a carefree yet teasing moment: Like, on a blanket in the park, on movie nights, even in the aisles of the supermarket… Also, friends teasing and chasing each other, the way Steve and Natascha sometimes.“
„Oh, don’t remind me of my hideous roommates.", Loki smirked at you, while you shook your head smiling: „Oh, shush. Those moments make my heart ache. But I never experienced it myself like that. At least not until Wanda made me blush and giggle in-front of you.", your cheeks started to glow again, while your mind wandered to that specific moment: „And now you happened to me, teasing god of softies.“
„Hey!“
„Okay, okay. Teasing god of mischief. So…“
„So?“
„So, I am not so sure, if I am ready for it yet.“
Lokis gaze softened, even more than before. He moved his hands, one on each side of your face, gently wiping away the drying tears, caressing your skin: „I mentioned it before and I will mention it again: We have plenty of time, love. We’re neither in a hurry nor do we have to overstep borders. On both sides. It’s easy. You’ll tell me, when you feel ready to be tickled.", that bold statement was accompanied by another wiggle of his eyebrows.
„Pffft….“ (Was he for real?!)
„What, little minx? Don’t believe me?“ You shook your head, rapidly, but with a lovely smile enlightening your features.
„I know that my brother, his group of heroic bunglers, even my hole realm believes, I am impatient. But, I can be very patient.“
„Sure", you smirked.
“Mock me again, if you dare. We shall see, what happens.”
You leaned your head back, deeper into the pillow underneath it, biting on your inner cheeks, while that big goofy smile wouldn’t fade away: „Excuse me?“
„Uhm…“
„You know, threatening someone isn’t as patient as you might think.“
„Riiiiiiight…", he pursed his lips: „Fair enough. Still, don't let me forget all the good manners, while I try to convince you, that I have to offer those in this specific case.“
„Never would I ever doubt that.", you couldn’t help but giggle: „Almighty god of lies“
Loki couldn’t help but share a laugh with you. As promised, and against all your expectations, Loki could be patient. Side by side, you explored small and bigger steps within your relationship, even if some things were a hurdle. When you became more and more physically close with each other and Lokis fingertips found a particular sensitive spot on your skin (there were a lot actually), he didn’t avoid them. He caressed those parts of your body with just enough pressure, to change the tickle-teasing feeling into a tingly-pleasant one. So you’d have enough time to get familiar with his touch in certain areas. Days turned into weeks, and you’ve almost forgot those ‘romantickly shenanigans’. Almost.
°o°O°o°
Kissing Loki felt incredible, being entangled with him, your legs around his hips and hands in each others hair was your personal heaven.
„Darling?“, Loki tried to break away from your lock, but…
„What?“
„The water…“
„What water?“
„Tub.“
„Tub?“
„Nhrsdhastub“ (Talking while kissing isn’t supposed to be easy. Never.)
Loki sighed, a little annoyed, against your lips and suddenly you felt one of his hands on your mouth instead. You giggled protestingly, looking up, the raven-haired god flipped his head and hair back: „Enough, mere mortal.“ - he had this mischievous smirk on his lips. Your hair, as well as his, was a mess. You had rosy cheeks and a delirious sparkle in the eyes.
„Your bathtub.“ (What tub? Huh?) You blinked at him, rapidly, you couldn’t follow.
„You wanted to start the day with a comforting bath. Remember?“ (Not. At. All.)
„The water might flood your complete apartment, like, now, if you don’t go.“ Your eyebrows moved closer together, as confused as you. (Flooding. Water, everywhere… your flat… OH!) „OH“, you gasped, shoving the now laughing god aside to hurry into your bathroom. (Wait…) The water wasn’t rushing anymore, the floor was all squeaky-clean and dry, but: „Oh!“, bubbles of lovely scented oil were floating above foamy clouds in the bathtub, candles lit all around on top of the edge, as well as on the tiny window-sill. The late autumn sun had already risen. On the small side table were fresh grapes, a carafe of your favorite juice plus glasses, as well as two mugs with hot steam coming up.
„How?“
Loki wiggled his fingertips at you and smirked: „Seidr“ You shook your head in awe, standing in the middle of your bathroom, in complete disbelieve. Loki took your chin between two fingers: „Listen carefully, love", he tilted your head so your eyes met his: „I didn’t want to…", he moved his head slightly to the door: „…stop kissing you. You know me. I would have let the water rush, flood your entire apartment. Destroy the building. I wouldn’t care.“
You giggled: „God of mischief after all, I know! So… why did you stop then?“
He cleared his throat, with a loving gaze in his ocean eyes: „Because… I couldn’t wait any longer to show you“, he moved his arms through the room: „this!“
„Awwww", you cooed at him: „Still not half as patient, as you always pretend to be, huh?“
„I beg you pardon?“
„You are such a bihig softie“
„Hey, hey, hey! Absolutely not!“
In a swift move, Loki had changed your position entirely. His head touched your forehead, you could feel the cold tiles on the back of your arms. You were pressed against the wall by his tall, slender figure. His palms, next to your shoulders, pressed against the creamy-white tiles: „Have you lost your mind, little minx?!“ His intense gaze was hypnotizing, still, you couldn’t stop the nervous giggles, bubbling up your throat: „I a-ahem just be-hing honest.“ You were laughing in delight, nowhere else to go. Loki sighed, now it was his turn to shake his head in disbelieve: „Love?“
„Loki?“
„Get in the tub.“
„What, if I won’t?“
„Darling, Mock me again, if you dare and we shall see. Get in that bathtub. Now.“
Chin up, you looked that handsome god of yours straight in the eyes: „Nope“ (with a ploppin’ P for sure).
Loki sighed heavily: „Fair enough", and in that very same moment, everything around you as well as the two of you were covered in the emerald glow of his seidr. You’ve seen it often before, and only experienced it once, during ‚the cuddle lectures’ - but not fully aware like now. Back then, your nervousness and excitement were to blame, as well as the godly Mr. Handsome - to much to take in for a proper ‚feel it‘-focus for this specific magic. Now was different. You were completely in the moment, still excited but less nervous than last time - his handsomeness still got you weak in the knees though. The seidr felt like a caressing breeze, soothing and soft, while the air around you shimmered with a marvelous glow, like the heat of a hot summer day, bright but green. The breeze licked on your calves like ocean waves, soaking your pajama pants immediately. (Wait, what?)
„LOKI!“ You screeched.
„You didn’t want to listen, love.“ The god of mischief chuckled: „You’re mistake, not mine.“ You wiggled your bare toes under water, pulling the wet fabric away from your legs while the tiny bubbles of the scented foam popped crackling next to your moving hands: „Sehee? You are the gohod of dirty tri-hicks. I-hi knew it.”, you told him giggling. Couldn’t help yourself. You could smell and feel the steam that enveloped you, soft like a bathrobe, when your laughter subsided eventually. The foamy clouds had settled, floating like waterlily petals. The milky, almost creamy water was surrounding the relaxed male body in-front of you. You sighed (That view though!) Lokis eyes were twinkling with mischievous amusement. His right hand ran through his damp curls and when it slid back under water, small waves were breaking at his knees and your calves.
„Eager to join me, love?“ You nodded grinning, biting your bottom lip a little.
“Well, darling, that can be arranged.“
With another flip of his hand, the seidr glow entangled you again. A tenth of a second later you felt tiny waves of warm water licking over your bare skin, both hands around a warm mug. You were sitting, instead of standing, at the opposite side of the tub. Another sigh slipped past your lips.
„What is it, darling?“
„I am admiring the view… you look like Poseidon. Is there a norse equivalent to him?“
„Njord, a giant, associated with fishing and sea journeys. Newer sources say it’s Ägir, associated with water. Actually, they are the same, lore and time split them.“
„So Njord then. Suits you well, I guess. You’re a frost giant, after all.“
You smiled at him, sipping from your mug. After a couple of minutes soothing and soaking, Loki leaned over to put his own cup aside. While his fingertips tried to reach for some grapes again, you leaned back, head resting on the edge of the tub. Your fingers were gliding through the water, slowly. Another sigh escaped your lips while your eyes were closed.
„What is it now?“
„Oh, shush.“ You splashed a little water to the other end of the tub: „I am trying to relax here.“
„Hehey!“
One eye open again: „Did I hit you?“
„Indeed.“
„Sohorry!“
„You are not sorry.“
You replied giggling: „At leaheast, you were already wet. Soho, no much harm done.“
„See? Not sorry at all.“
„I tohotally am.", your toes touched his own briefly under water, apologetically.
Lokis eyebrows shot up: „What if…“
„Yes?“
„I’ll help you to relax?“
Your cheeks reddened: „Wh… how?!“
„I could … massage your feet a bit, if you’d like? That can be very relaxing“
„…“
Lokis hand was under the surface in no time, pulling your leg into a stretched position, slowly bending your toes forward to the surface to kiss the top of your foot. (Oh gods.) Surprised by this unexpected, yet pleasantly tender gesture your cheeks became more crimson, an unmistakable deep breath followed. A shiver was running down your spine.
„Well?", he asked, curious: „Are you brave enough to be at my mercy, little Lady Macramé?“ (OH! GODS!) Your eyebrows showed your surprise, your cheeks burning under his intense but loving gaze: „No funny business!“
„I beg you pardon?“
„I trust you, Loki.", you whispered giggling: „But at the same time, I don’t.“
„I won’t promise anything.“
„E-hey!", you tried to pull your foot back to safer terrain under water. The handsome Asgardian smiled at you: „Listen, darling. I want you to relax. At the same time, you deserve every bit of playful happiness. And, I wanna be the one who shares those playful bits with you. May I?“ His elegant voice was like a soft blanket, touching your soul and mind. You wanted to shake your head, at first. A shy nod was your answer instead.
„If you have the feeling, that anything is too much?“
„…yes?“ You whispered.
„Say stop and I stop. Immediately.“
„Okay.“
„Now lay back. You can close your eyes, if you want to.“
The warm water (his seidr must keep it at this degree, right?), the relaxing scent and his soft touches on your left foot made you melt into the tub. His own legs were now stretched, crossed at the ankles next to you, under water. Loki embraced your sole with his hands. Both thumbs moved stroking up from heel to ball. His thumbs didn’t touch your skin on their way back down. This technique helped you to get familiar with his fingertips on such a vulnerable part of your body. With light pressure, he started at the bottom again. His fingertips weren’t always touching you, but his eyes never left your appearance in-front of him. Visibly relaxed, you let yourself enjoy the massage. Meanwhile, your very own ‚hot god‘ had begun to increase the pressure, now on both soles. A steady grip with each hand, while both thumbs stroked your feet not only up anymore. His movement changed to circular motions, running the tips of his thumbs over ball and sole or heel and sole. This elicited a pleasant sigh from you. He changed those spots every once in a while on each foot. Until the pressure became lighter, teasingly light.
„Lohokihihi!“
„Yes, darling? Shall I stop?“
You shook your head in delight: „Not yehet.", you giggled.
„Fine with me.", he chuckled, an amused and happy smile on his lips, while he continued his exploration. His heart swallowed with pride - because of your trust. Soon enough, four of his fingertips danced over each of your soles at the same time. Your cheeks had a happy glow, while your giggles became more vivid. His touch was still incredibly soft and gentle, but oh, so teasing. Sometimes, the tips of his index fingers would travel alone over both soles, from toes to heels and back up again. (How could one finger make you wanna jump out of your skin?!) You tried to keep your feet over there, but when his fingertips tickled a specific area between instep and arch, you had to pull them away from your god of mischief: „Stohop!“
„Too much?", Loki was holding his hands up.
„A bit.“
„That’s alright, love. Shall I return to more pressure?“
„…“
„Massage or tickles? What do you want, love?“
„Actually…“
„Yes?“
„The latter, please?“
Lokis eyebrows went both straight up.
„That felt kinda nice.“
„Is that so?“
„It is indeed, teasing god of mischief.“ you narrowed your eyes: „Could you…“
„Continue?“
„A-ha, yes. But, please, avoid the last spot - for now. Would you?“
„As you wish.“
Loki smiled, his eyes showed so many of his emotions right now: He was proud and very happy, that his playful yet mischievous shenanigans were met with your approval: „If you’d be so kind and put your feet back here?“, he pointed at the spot were they’ve rested before, his eyebrows wiggling up and down. Your cheeks went pink, immediately, but you did what he was asking for. Your curiosity as well as this playfulness shushed your anxiety and tension, bit by bit. When his fingertips started to lightly caress your soles again, the giggles bubbled up your throat. His movements switched from stroking up and down to little piano playing taps, while you tried to keep yourself together and your sensitive skin close by his sweet actions. After a while, Loki had discovered that your toes weren’t as ticklish as the skin of your soles right under them. He’d started to push your toes back a little, so his fingernails could glide over the now unprotected area between toes and pads. A cheerful cackle and a little snort were his reward: „Whahas that a snort?“, he giggled too: „Oh-ho, that’s too precious. Hang on. Where was that spot?“ While he teased you verbally, his fingertips rushed with light pressure over the ball, right were your toes went up. You tried to pull your leg back, but didn’t insist, to stop his actions. So, because Lokis fingers wiggled over your foot - right under your fourth and little toe (What a mean little spot!) - you had to snort again: „Okay, ohokay.“ you laughed aloud, trying to curl your toes down, but his other hand stopped your protective movements.
„Do you want me to stop it or switch spots?“
„Plehease, switch.“
„Alright, dove.“ said and done, both of you were surprised, that the tops of your feet were ticklish too. Your calmer, more relaxed giggles were music to Lokis ears, and he couldn’t believe how long you’d already endured his teasing touch. His fingers were caressing the tops of your feet lightly, so his thumbs could glide in various shapes over the center of your soles. You got the tenth of a second as a warning, his godly smirk appeared, one corner of his beautiful mouth curled up a little, before his thumbs touched the newly discovered death spot under your arch. Your giggles turned into cackles, and, because you tried to grab onto something, your own fingers twitched. An abrupt jolt caused loads of tiny waves around each of you, plus the teasing stoped in an instant. Without knowing, you’ve tickled the god of mischief himself - under his feet, because they were still right next to your hand under water.
„What was that?“ You whispered, excited and still electrified by the remaining tingling feeling of your own nerve endings.
„Never mind.“ Loki mumbled, his own cheeks seemed to blush a little.
„Loki? Loki, are you…“
„Little minx, don’t.“
You moved your own feet away from him, gliding around and closer to him with your full body. The god of lies shook his head in slight disbelieve, constantly. His arms resting on the edge of the tub, his gaze focused on you and your movements.
„Don’t shy away. I just wanna cuddle.“ you giggled genuinely. That being said, you closed the gap between the two of you, his body embraced yours, while you’d put your arms around your favorite Asgardian: „Don’t be ashamed“ you whispered. His chest, underneath your cheek, jumped a little while a sudden breath left his lips: „I am not… ashamed“
„What is the matter, Loki?“ You looked up.
„I am…“
„Ticklish as it seems.“ you whispered.
„I beg you pardon?!“ Lokis body tensed: „I am a god, after all. I am almighty. Gods aren’t ticklish.“ You couldn’t hide your wicked smile, but you’d need to shower him with the same patience, as well as love and assure him, that everything is alright - like he did, with his cuddle lectures and the past romantickly massage. „Huh“ you wondered smiling: „Maybe I just caught you off guard by touching your feet?“
„That must be it.“ Loki whispered. You leaned yourself up a bit, to kiss your lover on his blushing cheek, asking him: „Do you wanna get out of the tub and go for an autumnal walk?“
„That is a tremendous idea.“ Loki sighed, relieved, and kissed you on your forehead. Glad, he was off the hook. (For now!) After you got dry again (Loki had grabbed one of the biggest towels you own, to wrap it around you - you felt like a giggling burrito) and dressed, the both of you enjoyed the lovely crisp air of this fall day.
°o°O°o°
A couple of days and a recent walk threw the park next door, you were both back again at your apartment. Loki had teased you a bit on your walk. A poke here, a squeeze there, while you tried to keep your exploration calm.
After you’ve changed into one of your cozy dresses (turtle neck, thick maroon wool) with your knee socks on, you grabbed the two tea mugs from your kitchen counter. The earl grey had a comforting scent. You met your handsome god on the sofa: „Your tea is ready.“ you’d put his mug onto the little side table, leaning back at the other corner of your snuggly couch and took a sip.
„Thank you, love.“ Loki mumbled, his nose was already in a book. You chuckled into your cup, smirking at the sight of him. You adored the fact that he was such a bookworm - only today? You wanted more. You’d put your teacup aside, and crawled slowly to his corner: „What are you doing?“ Loki asked, not yet fully hooked by the book in his hands.
„I just want to cuddle.“, you giggled.
„Come here, then“, Loki stretched his arms away from his upper body to open his embrace for you, still reading. Excited, you slipped under his arms, chest to chest, and your legs bend on each side of his own.
„There you go.“ Loki whispered, pushing your head onto his collarbone, putting his chin on top, reading with one hand, while the other hold you close by, stroking lovingly over your arm. You sighed, enjoying the moment and the warmth of his caressing fingers. Your own hand began to wonder over the soft fabric of his long-sleeve, the emerald green fit his skin tone perfectly. The cut hugged his slender figure so well. It was so sleek, so tight, that you could feel his muscles underneath your fingertips. Loki had to move his stroking hand, every now and then, to flip another read page while you’d snuggled deeper into his embrace, eyes closed, with a soft smile tugging at your lips. Captivated by your tender touch, the man underneath you melted deeper into the cushions behind him. During his movements, your hand on top of him slipped sidewise, seeking support, landing with a tighter grip on his upper right ribs. A surprised shiver rushed threw his body, while his arm moved a teeny tiny bit closer to guard his own body. He was still holding the book in his right hand, a little more tight than before, his facial expression changed too. You snuggled your cheek closer to his chest, his chin was still lying on your head: „I really love this spot.“ you told your man from another realm. His body shuddered again: „Excuse me?“
„Just… this spot here.“ you pressed your cheek more firm against his chest: „It’s so comfy.“
Loki relaxed instantly: „Oh, yes. So do I, love. It’s nice to have you by my side.“
You giggled, even when his invitation came unintentionally, you had to use this opportunity: „Oh-ho, I enjoy to be by your side, right here.“ you squeezed his side again, with another soft but firm grip.
„Lo-hove?“ Loki giggled, involuntarily.
„Loki?“ You squeezed his ribs again, twice this time.
„E-hey. Would you please quit that?“
„What? This?“ You cheered, lightly pressing the fingertips of index and middle finger on the soft spot between his armpits and ribs.
„Daharling, don’t.“ His arm closed the gap between itself and his more vulnerable parts in a swift move.
You giggled, delighted: „Dohon’t what?“
„Pleahease… it…“
„It tickles, doesn’t it?“
He rolled his eyes, chuckling, while he leaned his head back into the cushions: „No!“ He’d shoved the book aside.
„Noho?“ Your fingers danced over various spots between his armpit and ribs, like his piano-playing taps earlier on your very own feet.
“Uh-hu. God of lies. Maybe you are ti…“
“That’s impossible.”
“Are you sure?”
„No-ho.“ Loki chuckled, holding his right arm tight to his body, squirming more than before, while he had you in a sturdy grip with his other hand, assuring, you don’t fall off of him.
„No-ho, it doesn’t tickle or no, please, don’t?!“ You giggled, a huge grin on your lips, while you tried to wiggle your fingers underneath his arm, to tease the sensitive skin of his upper ribs and armpits a little more.
„Lo-hove!“
„Loki?“
„Do-hon’t!“
„So, you are ticklish, huh?“
„Ye-hes.“ He cackled: „But ple-hease, don’t. Not there.“
„Too sensible?“
„…Uhunfortunatly.“
„Is it like this elsewhere? So intense?“
„I dohon’t want to talk about that“ he mumbled.
„Shall I switch spots?“
„Hey, hey, hey! Absolutely not!“
You shifted in his tight embrace a little, now sitting straight up on his lap, while he tried to glide more onto the sofa with his back. It looked, as if he tried to melt into the peachy fabric, or wished to become invisible at the same time, while his body spasmed under your soft and teasing touch. His former narrowed eyes were now wide open, locking his gaze with yours, while his arms were crossed, defensively, over his chest. You laughed along with your handsome god, your cheeks became their own shade of pink, while your fingertips jumped over his upper body, poking and stroking any spot you could reach. Loki shook his head in pure disbelief. He, the one and only god of mischief, giggled because you, a teasing, mere mortal on top of his body, found so many of his sensitive spots. How? How where there so many? He thought. You leaned forward, giggling, stroking his ribs with your index fingers - up and down - only. One eyebrow up, a crooked smile on your lips, you asked: „Ready to admi-hit that you’re ticklish too-hoo?“ Crawling with both fingers on each side under his arms, Loki burst out laughing, he couldn’t stand your teasing anymore: „Ahahalright, alright. I yield. I yihiiihield.“
Your fingers left his body immediately, you crossed your arms in-front of your chest, giggling. Lokis laughter resided slowly, his body still shivering once in a while from all the happy giggles.
„Come here, mere mortal.“ Loki growled, grabbing your body with his arms crossed on your back, pulling you tight to his chest.
„Lohoki!“ you giggled delightfully, without a lot wiggling space you’d accepted your faith.
„I can’t believe, that you’re so…“
„Don’t, darling.“ Loki grumbled.
„Whahat? I think that’s a very sweet trait we share, don’t you think?“
„…“
„And a very useful one, too-hoo.“ you laughed, because the handsome Asgardian pressed you even tighter against his body: „Mock me again, and you’ll be the one laughing your head off. Two can play this game.“ He growled, chuckling.
„Oh-ho! You wouldn’t…? We are eheven now!“
„It is adorable, that you think, just because you look like it and your actual success in tickling me pink…“ you gulped while he continued incredibly calm: „…that doesn’t mean, you’re off the hook. I might found all sensitive spots on your feet…“ His velvet timbre as well as his words made you shiver in excitement: „But there’s so much more to discover.” his slender fingers grasped quickly at each of your sides: “My sweet little lady Macramé, I want to cuddle and tickle you everywhere. I always want your consent when I do so. I will gift you with my own approval.“ He looked deep into your eyes: „even if that means, you have to get me off-guard sometimes. I won’t make it so easy.“ He chuckled smiling: „I am still a god and the god of mischief after all.“
You rolled your eyes at your favorite trickster, a bright smile on your face.
„I want to explore and detect more of your sensitive skin and reactions to certain touches. I want you to laugh in delight, nowhere else to go but still able to wiggle around. Would you like that?“ You nodded, giggling.
„I love to be right“
He chuckled: „And“ kissing your forehead: „I want to see your genuine smile on your face, while you tease me. I loved the sight of this free spirit on you - you can be quite mischievous yourself.“
„I learned from the best!“ you giggled.
„I love the sound of those words.“ wiggling his eyebrows up and down quickly, he added: „Now let me kiss you until we both are breathless for entirely different reason.“ Lips on lips, the man from another realm pulled you closer, while getting up from your sofa - still kissing you. He was guiding the two of you to your bed. His mischievous smile tucked at his mouth, you could feel it under your own lips, more wiggle space for giggly reasons were his personal motivation - for today.
Pairing: romantic - gn!Reader x Barley Lightfoot + brotherly banter: Barley & Ian Lightfoot (Onward)
Type: Fanfic (2.9 K)
A/N: …don’t look at me… okay, okay. Barley Lightfoot? A teasing, playful, KIND goofball with Chris Pratt’s voice? He had to get his own spot in my t’tober. He’s cute and because he has this open hearted mind? It’s a perfect story for a gender neutral reader love story ♥️ and you can’t say anything against it! Enjoy.
Warnings? Romantic fluff- a little tickling. Sfw. Oh and big brother tickle monster duties. Yup. That’s it. 😉
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„Alright. Library card, bag and your books, Ian. Have a nice day and happy reading!“, you smiled at Ian Lightfoot. He was a very friendly kid and, most importantly, a regular - plus a good friend of yours. Before his sixteenth birthday, he was always here - like nearly every day - reading books about mourning, science and socializing. When you weren’t here for a shift (a couple of hours a week) you were a regular yourself, studying for your classes at the community college. Your favorite courses were about creative writing and photography, your least favorite courses were about accounting and statistics. ‚It’s what pays the bills’, you could hear and see your grandpa, pointing his finger at you. Since Ian had turned sixteen and became a wizard, he was still frequently visiting the library, but his book taste changed as well as his behavior. He was more open, communicating a lot and surrounded by his friends from science class quite frequently. You were happy for him.
From your sitting perspective, behind the library counter, your view almost fully blocked. The high tower of books between the both of you build a wall. It was quite the collection, all about ancient magic, magical history, spells and, interestingly, quests.
„There you are!“, a rumbling voice appeared in the hall of your work place: „Let me lend you a hand, and…“, a boisterous even taller elf (no regular) was now standing next to your recent customer. He was looking at, yes, what exactly?
„And?“, Ian asked. Nothing.
„Barley?“, he tried again, but those green eyes were still focused on… the books?
„Eh… hi?!“, his voice was a little softer now, less booming, a little raspier than before. Wait a sec. Was he looking at you? You could feel the heat of your blushing cheeks.
„Hi“, you whispered, clearing your throat, a second „Hi“, a little louder now, followed. Ian rolled his eyes, sighing, but with a smile: „I am sorry, Y/N, my brother is…“, he looked up at him: „…sometimes awkward.“, he chuckled softy. It worked.
„Hey!“, Barley Lightfoot defrosted, instantly, from his staring at, well, you and shoved his younger sibling a little to the side.
„Don’t embarrass me“, he hissed, you tried to stiffen a laugh, due to their familial banter.
„Oh? I am embarrassing you, huh?“, the boys were moving quickly in-front of your counter: „Wahait, noho!“
In the end, Barley had Ian locked with his arms, his feet were dangling in the air, those books stored in the library-merch bag and, with a wide smile and wiggling eyebrows, he said: „See ya next time!“
„Baharley, lehet me down!“
„Nope. Never!“, he plopped the p and dragged the „er“. You were still sitting behind your desk, shaking your head in slight disbelief. What had just happened?!
That incident was a couple of weeks ago now, but a lot of things have changed since Barley’s first appearance at the library. He returned, to pick up Ian, every single time - sometimes waving his hand at you from afar, when you were busy behind the counter, sometimes leaning on the edge of your desk, when you were „off-duty“ - those were the little moments, he chose to constantly flirt with you. Barley wasn’t shy at all - he wasn’t afraid of anything. That’s what he told you. That’s what Ian told you, with a little smirk: „But he actually is afraid of something.“
„Aha?“, you were reading a specific sentence again and again, since Ian had started a conversation about his older brother. You tried to hide your blushing cheeks behind the pages.
„Listen to me“, Ian poked you into your side.
„Whahey!“, you giggled. Another poke. The book was on your lab now, while you were holding up your hands: „Okay, okay. I listen.“
„My big brother is afraid of something.“
„Interesting. And what is that?“, a now familiar voice asked, right behind your backs.
You leaned your head back, to look up at Barley, meanwhile, Ian tried to get up and away, but his older sibling pushed him back onto his chair, both hands on either side of his shoulders: „Enlighten me. What am I afraid of?“
„Nothing. Nothing at all.“, Ian squeaked.
„That’s what I thought.“, the older one hummed, gently slapping his shoulders: „Ready to leave?“
„Yes!“, Ian and you answered unison.
„Perfect!“
You’d spend more and more time in Barleys van, Guinevere II, with the two chaotic Lightfoot-siblings. When you finally met their mom, you’d fallen so hard for this family. You adored their stepdad too. Officer Bronco was a little clumsy, a little too loud, but he loved his wife and her sons dearly. He reminded you of your grandpa Pops. You’ve grown up as an only-child in his house. You couldn’t remember your parents. Pops was your entire family. You loved him dearly, but you enjoyed the loud loving chaos of the Lightfoot-household.
„Barley“, his mom hissed somewhere in the kitchen, while you tried to laugh, genuinely, at officer bronco’s joke - Ian was making fun of it behind him.
„What, mom?“, her older son hissed back.
„Get a move on“, she laughed. You blushed, gnawing at your lower lip.
„Moohooom!“, he whined. Ian looked at you, nodding: „See? He’s afraid to date you.“ whispering. You blushed. That’s not it, right?
„So, we’re off now“, Laurel said, standing next to the entry door, wearing an elegant jumpsuit.
„You look nice, Ma!“, Ian said in awe. Barley whistled.
„Oh shush, you two!“, their mother laughed, waving at her second-husband: „Let’s go“.
„It’s true! You look rahavishing“, Bronco neighed. She smiled, blushing.
„Enough of that! Oh and Y/N?“
„Yes?“, you were still a little paralyzed by Ian’s words.
„Thanks for babysitting!“, Laurel said.
„What?!“, Ian gasped.
„Oh, not you. At least, not in the first place.“
„WHAT?!“, Barley growled.
Laurel giggled: „Oh, I am just glad someone else keeps an eye on“, she smiled: „Blazey“, but when the two boys sighed an „OH“ unison, she winked at you real quick.
They left, to celebrate their anniversary, while you stayed with the Lightfoot-boys over at their place. Blazey, the pet dragon, was snoring at one of their favorite spots right next to the TV.
Barley announced: „It’s quest time“, and dived under the couch, to grab a certain board game. Ian, still standing in the middle of the room, winked at you and announced: „No quest solving for me today“ and with that, he ran around the sofa, up the stairs, into his room. He had other plans today.
„What? Ouch!“, Barley had bumped his head, still under the couch.
„He’s gone“, you said, lifting your feet onto the sofa, snuggling into one of the corners, surrounded by pretty cushions.
„But…“, Barley’s face popped up: „it’s not a game for two.“ You looked up at the ceiling, when you heard Ian’s soft laughter: „I think he has a crush on someone from his science group.“, you chuckled.
„Is that so?“, Barley was still gazing at you, softly, with a crooked smile on his lips.
„Ah-ha, yes.“, you whispered.
„What about you?“
„What… about me?“
„Do you have a crush?“, you gulped - your cheeks were blushing in no-time: „I… eh…“
„Yes?“
„Maybe?“, you narrowed your eyes, chewing on your bottom lip again until Barley’s thumb softly pulled at it gently, freeing that lip from your teeth.
„Is it someone from college?“
„No?“
„A colleague?“
„No?“
Every time you answered with „No“, you could feel his breath and warmth more and more, the blue elf was leaning towards you.
„A neighbor?“
„Noho?“, you giggled, because your neighbors were nice but in Pop’s age. Nothing you fancied. Actually, you were one year younger than Barley with his 19 years of age and quest-wisdom
„A friend?“, his nose touched yours now. You looked up, stiffening, surprised by his gentle look at you.
„Yes?“
„Who?“, he was kneeling right in front of you, his hands on each side of your legs now.
„A Lightfoot“
„Ian?“, he frowned.
„Noho, silly.“, you giggled, shaking your head a little, so the tip of your nose caressed over his own: „It’s you!“
Barley sighed, gasped, smiled and cheered: „YEHES!“
And with lightning speed, he lifted his upper body onto the couch to, well, kiss you eventually. You giggled, delighted and surprised against his lips. After a while, the both of you had turned and tossed yourselves around, you have found a comfortable position. You were both lying on your sides, your back pressed against the back of the couch, while Barley’s arms were wrapped around you, your own all around his neck. You were still kissing when Ian rushed down the stairs: „HEY!“, your own eyes opened immediately but Barley kept his closed, still kissing you. Ian gasped: „What’s going on here?“
You could hear his smirk - the one he shared with his older brother. Barley, eyes open now, looked over your shoulder, where Ian stood - smirking and lurking: „Go away.“
„Get a room.“, Ian laughed.
„Go away!“, Barley growled, against your lips. You giggled in his embrace, not really sure about what might happen next.
„By the way, I am going to tell mom ALL about it.“
„You won’t!“, another growl, lower, more dangerous now.
„Oh, I will.“
Barley looked at you, one eyebrow up, smirking: „Sorry. Big brother duties.“, he whispered. He kissed you, one last time. A second later, you could hear Ians soft laughter, his speedy steps on the stairs, the booming laughter and the heavier steps of his brother right behind him. You giggled, when you heard Ian squeak and laugh, Barley’s muffled voice followed. You were way too curious, to just stay here on the sofa. So, you went up the stairs of the two-story mushroom house. The wood creaked under your foot, when you got up another step. Suddenly, little footsteps were hurrying through the ground floor - Blazey showed up, wiggling through your legs while he ran upstairs. A moment later, Ian shrieked: „Blahazey, don’t!“
You sneaked further upstairs, localizing the brotherly play-fight. You stopped your movements, leaning against Barley’s doorframe, to watch those two. Barley, using all his physical superiority, had Ian on his back, underneath him, wiggling on the floor. You looked at them, looked at his room - it was messy but also lively with all the posters, board games, the console and little warrior-figures on the desk, the floor, everywhere. Blazey sneaked between them, every now and then, happy to be a part of the action. He licked over Ian’s face, who giggled again: „Noho, Blazey. Get him! Not me!“, just to squeak afterwards: „Get ohoff of me.“, at his older brother. Barley squeezed the sides of the younger one rapidly, knowing all the weak spots of his sibling, with a wide, wolfish grin on his face: „You know, you deserve this.“
„Nohooho“, the tall yet slender Ian squealed, wiggling underneath the teasing hands of his brother, who had just started a sneak attack on his ribs. When Ian shrieked and laughed because of that, you couldn’t help yourself, a giggle escaped your own lips. Both heads turned around, facing the door and you now. Barley grinned, while his fingers were still all over his younger brother’s weak spots. Ian with red cheeks, gasped: „Pleheease, help me.“, while Blazey thought it would be awesome to lick over his face again. Barley wiggled his eyebrows up and down: „No, help me!“
„That’s your fight, boys.“, you giggled: „I am sorry, Ian. And Barley? Keep him alive, okay? I don’t wanna get arrested for bad babysitter-qualities, just because one brother tickled the other one to death.“
„HEHEY!“, Ian shrieked.
Barley growled: „Whahat?“, looking at his younger brother underneath him, his fingers stopped moving. Your crush was strong, yet gentle, kind and playful. You’ve had silently fallen in love with these qualities, but today was the day you learned to fear them. He was quick though. You didn’t even reach the stairs, when his strong arms wrapped around your torso, lifting you up, to carry you to his bed.
„Baharley!“, you squealed, wiggling in his embrace, your feet were in the air, dangling around. You got a glimpse of Ian, still giggling, rosy cheeks and a hand on his tummy, while he looked at you.
„Ian, pleahease. Help me.“
„Nope.“, the p plopped: „You didn’t help me either.“
„That’s true.“, Barley laughed, tousling his little brother’s hair.
With an unexpected „oomph“, your body landed on the bouncing mattress, right next to the older Lightfoot. You tried to crawl away, but Barley was all over you in an instant: „Nowhere to go, hun.“, he whispered, his gaze was glistening with amusement and pure playful joy: „Iaaaaaan“, you screeched again, maybe your friend would help you now?
„No, that’s your fight, lovebirds“, and with that? He left. Blazey was looking at you, his tail wiggled against the bed frame. Bang. Bang.
„Any last words?“ You were flat on your back, giggling on the cozy duvet and underneath your date. He immobilized you: your wrists were stuck between your chests, his legs were on top of yours, and he was holding his own body up on one arm, bend next to yours. It was like a one-sided push-up, without the movement. His hair wasn’t as curly as Ians, but it had the same blue tone, falling loosely around his face. His smile grew wider. Gosh, you just wanted to kiss him, caress his hair and look at him all night long. How could an elf be this beautiful? How could you be so lucky?
„Baharley, please. Can’t we just… kiss again?“, you cooed, tilting your head a little sideways.
„Nope.“ (Who of them started this plopping p, huh?)
„Please?“
„Later, hun.“, his eyebrows wiggled up and down again: „I have to check something first.“
„Dohon’t mess with me. I am not even ticklish!“
„Oh-ho! I don’t believe you. Because…“, he lowered his right hand, free to rule over your body, close to your waist now: „Ian poked you right“ - poke - „here at the library.“ You tensed underneath his body and touch.
„Uh-uh!“, you giggled, already blushing and flustered.
„Oh yes“, he whispered, low and with a mocking tone. His fingertips were caressing over your side now, up and down, from hips to ribs. It was oh so teasingly slow but tormenting at the same time. You shook your head a little, trying to block his tingling touches. Soft yet knowing movements followed your body, all over your waist and side, tummy and ribs. His fingertips were hitting every nerve of your skin very precise, constantly.
„Hohow?“, you squealed again.
„I am a big brother. I have a lot of experience as a tickle monster. I am very skilled.“, he chuckled, when you rolled your eyes at him, giggling. After what felt like ages, his fingertips stopped to caress over the thin fabric of your shirt. He smiled down at you, caressing over your hair a couple of times: „You’re beautiful“, he whispered.
„I aham not. I have a red face and I am sweaty.“, you weren’t good at taking compliments, at all.
„Hun? If I say you’re beautiful, you have to believe me. Okay? Because you are!“, he replied softly, his boisterous voice low and raspy. You shook your head, and shrieked, when Barley’s arm wormed itself underneath your back, just to turn both of you around, you were now on top of his huge, soft body, his arms wrapped around you. His grip was tight, but gentle. He leaned up a little, kissing your nose, your cheek, your other cheek, your lips and, suddenly, he kissed your neck. An alarmed jolt rushed through your body. His stubble was scratching lightly over your sensitive skin, along with his soft lips - a double tease.
„Noho, Baharley, please“, you squealed, trying to wiggle free but his embrace kept you in your spot on top of his torso. You couldn’t get away, you couldn’t cover your neck with your shoulders. All you could do? Laugh your head off, while a certain blue elf enjoyed to tease you. Another eternity later, Barley let go of you because you accepted his compliment, finally: „Baharley, okay, okay. I agree. I am beautiful.“
„See? Not so difficult, huh?“, he giggled, genuinely. After that? You both cuddled again, limbs entangled and lips on lips.
„Please, let me go now.“
„Nope!“, he chuckled, while you tried to escape his embrace and kisses.
"I have to pee!“
„Not my problem.“
„But it’s yohour bed.“
„True“, he laughed, when you ran away.
„Kssssst“
Nothing.
„Ksssssssssst“, you hissed: „Iaaaaaaan“
„Huh? Oh! Hey!“, your library pal was on the couch, reading: „What’s up?“, he looked up at you while you looked down at him, crouched, from the top level of the stairs: „Ian, please…“, you whispered: „Your brother is ticklish somewhere, right?“
„Oh“, he laughed: „Yeah. It’s hard to get him. He is a natural at blocking it. And strong“
You nodded, whispering: „So strong“
„Try his feet“, the younger Lightfoot suggested: „But be warned. He might kick. And his revenge will be epic.“
„Try his lower back.“, a female voice suggested: „or his knees.“
„Oh, hi Laurel“, you whispered, blushing. Gosh, that was embarrassing.
„How was your anniversary dinner?“
„Delicious. Now go, get him“, she chuckled, officer Bronco neighed and Ian was already with his eyes and mind in his novel. A couple minutes later, all three heads looked up at the ceiling, grinning. Barley’s booming laughter was audible, next to your own soft giggles.
„Yes!“, Ian and their mom cheered. You fought, you were brave - and you lost, in the end. But you were a quick learner. There would be always a next opportunity to get him, another quest to discover a new weak spot.
A/N: romantic tickly fluff - sfw. Based on these gifs / movie scene.
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“I am still working on kind”, he smiled his crooked yet careful smile.
“You’re already kind. You’re kind to me,”, Tris whispered, after they kissed: “Can I see it again?”
”…Yes.”, he replied, turning around, so his tattoos were visible for her. Tris’ fingertips were gliding over Four’s bare skin. The black ink was everywhere - it was pure art.
“It’s beautiful.”, she leaned forward, kissing each of the five faction-signs, all over his spine, while her hands were gliding over the outer lines of his tattoo. The muscles tensed underneath her touch. A shiver ran through his body, while he tried to stay where he was, calm and not showing any further reactions. Her lips stopped right over ‘Dauntless’.
“Four?”, she whispered, goosebumps arouse on his arms. He flinched a little.
“Tris?”, he asked through gritted teeth.
“Is… everything alright?”
“Hng…yes”, he flinched again, involuntarily, when her right hand followed the thin lines on his right waist. Automatically, he tried to cover his side with his arm.
“Four?”
“…”
“You’re ticklish.”, Tris giggled, kissing “Dauntless” again, while now both hands moved over his sides, not really following the paths of the ink anymore.
“Tris”, Four hissed, flinching, his arms on both sides of his torso now, trying to protect his sensitive skin: “Please.”
„I think that’s cute.“, she giggled, teasing the inked skin on his spine.
„I. Am. Not. Cute.“, he replied growling. His body kept flinching, while he stayed put, right in front of his crush.
„Yes, you are.“, she said, now softly caressing the back of his ribs.
„Tris!“
„Four. You want to be kind, right? Be kind and let me tease you.“
„Noho way.“, he laughed out loud, when her fingertips suddenly grasped his hips, squeezing them a couple of times. He nearly jumped away. Four seemed to have this spot in common with her brother Caleb. She had him in a tight hold now, squeezing those sensitive spots even more. Tris was very talented at teasing him with a long forgotten weakness, but Four was still a very skilled and trained Dauntless-soldier. In a quick yet strong move he reached back, getting a hold on her right wrist with his right hand, pulling her around. She shrieked, surprised and still giggling, found herself now, her back against his chest, with her man. He was holding her wrist up with one hand, the other arm was wrapped around her own torso, his fingertips on her upper ribs now. She giggled, trying to duck down or wiggle away from him, but he kept her right on the spot.
„Tris?“, he smirked, leaning down a bit, whispering into her ear.
„Fohour?“, she was already alert, giggling and wiggling.
„It seems, we have a weakness in common, don’t we?“ And with that being said, his left hand sprung into action, wiggling and caressing over her ribs, teasing the strong muscles and soft skin between, tormenting the soft skin on top of her bones.
„Ehey!“, she shrieked, completely at the mercy of his touch.
„Huh“, he grinned: „It’s kinda fun.“ He wiggled his fingers up and down her ribs, sometimes teasing the very soft skin of her armpit a little. His whispered words caressed over the sensitive skin of her neck and ear. She shrieked again, trying to lower her cheek or lifting her shoulder up to protect herself, but because her crush was still holding her wrist in a tight grip, there was less movement possible than she thought.
„Fohour, please“, she laughed aloud, flinching and wiggling underneath his playful touches - fingertips and lips as allies on different spots. He was leaving wet marks on her neck with his lips, teasing them with his breath, on purpose. She cackled, laughing and struggling in his embrace. Tris was throwing her head back against his strong chest, feeling the movements of his chest due to heavy breathes, behind her own back. He laughed along with her, lowering and softening the movements of his fingertips, gently stroking over her waist and tummy.
„Do you have enough?“, he murmured.
„I-hi do.“, she squeaked.
„If I let go now“, his fingertips ran softly over her tummy, from left to right, underneath her belly button.
„Ye-hes?“
„No funny business, okay?“, he lowered his voice.
„Ohokay.“, she giggled.
He twirled and flipped her around, like an old-fashioned dance move. They were chest to chest now. She had a bright smile on her face, eyes glistening with amusement, looking up at him. He kissed her forehead, her temple, her cheek, the tip of her nose and finally, he kissed her lips.
