Not sure if you’ve seen endgame but it’s not really a spoiler but I was wondering if you could write a fic with Peter Q & Thor where they’re low key having a brag fest that starts out as them trying to be better than the other but it just turns into them trying to impress each other & it turns into a tickle fight? Ever since I heard that guardians vol 3 is gonna be called asguardians of the galaxy that’s all I’ve wanted
this was SO FUN omg. i hope this is what you wanted, i can also totally write a part two if necessary because i was so into lee!quill that i didn’t know if you wanted me to turn the tables… so the ending is open lmao
Prove Your Worth
pairing: Quill/Thor
word count: 1,070
“Nah, I’m out.” Rocket got up and headed towards the stairs. Thor sighed and looked at Groot with an eyebrow cocked up, like an invitation to have a go at this ridiculous challenge.
“I am Groot,” he responded, voice flat with boredom, following Rocket to the cockpit.
“Ah, come on! This is ridiculous! No one wants to even try?” said Thor with a chuckle in his tone.
“I certainly won’t. I’ve done horrible things for Thanos. I don’t need to be reminded that I’m not worthy.”
Nebula’s words created a cold silence, and she simply got up and left to her room, without saying anything else. Thor cleared his throat to break heaviness that settled in the room and looked at Peter, who was standing against the wall with his arms crossed. He then gestured at the middle of the room where Mjolnïr stood on the floor. The other man inhaled sharply.
“What? Oh! Yeah, oh, you want me to go?”
“Wouldn’t it be unlike you to not try, Queel?”
“I’m not answeri–” Another sharper inhale. “It’s Quill.”
“Who else do you want me to ask? You’re the only one left.”
“You could go wake up Mantis and Drax and ask them,” Peter said with a smirk.
“I know what you’re setting me up to, but it won’t work. There’s no way in the realms I’m the one to wake up Drax again.”
Peter snickered at the memory of Thor getting smacked by a disgruntled, groggy morning Drax, and Thor’s eyes rolled so far back he swore he could’ve seen his brain.
“Come on! Just have a go at it. It’ll be fun,” he said.
“I’m not buying into your dumb game, man. You’re just trying to stand your ground– not even your ground. It’s a ground that’s not even yours. You’re trying to stand a ground because you don’t like that I’m a leader here. That’s just… a pissing contest. Well guess what. Not gonna work.”
Thor scoffed at this, getting up from his seat, and Peter stopped glaring at Thor to shake his head in disapproval.
“I’m surprised you’re not tempted to prove your worth, Quint,” Thor picked up the hammer and threw it in the air briefly, spinning it casually. Peter smirked stepped away from the wall.
“Okay, so you can lift a magic thingy, good for you! Now what? How does that mean anything?”
“Nothing, nothing at all. But your ego is completely crushed, you’re so irritated, it’s hilarious, really.”
Thor was thoroughly entertained and smiling and Peter mildly blushed, stepping closer to him with a with an eyebrow raised.
“It takes a lot more than that to crush my ego.”
“It really doesn’t.”
“It does, though.”
“No, no it doesn’t.”
“It does.”
“No it doesn’t, because you…” Thor punctuated the word with a poke at Peter’s stomach. “… are sensitive.”
Peter choked out a giggle, taking a step back. His arm curled around his belly protectively.
“Don’t poke me. I’m ticklish.”
“Now you’re just giving me a reason to poke you.”
Peter took a step back, eyes twinkling with a playful spark, as Thor approached him. He took a few more steps back and eventually his back was against the wall again, a big, tall Asgardian god standing a mere few inches away from him.
“This is dumb,” Peter said, giggles peppering his speech, “what are you doing?”
The flurry of sporadical jabs to his abdomen that followed answered his question. More giggling ensued and he grabbed Thor’s wrists, trying to stop him in vain; his strength didn’t match up to a god’s.
“Are you calling me dumb, Quert?”
“It’s Quihihill!” His laughter escalated and he threw his head back as Thor started to scrabble and squeeze his belly.
“Answer the question! Oh, unless you can’t, which would be completely understandable, of course, considering I’m obliterating you.” Thor’s voice had a bit of a singsong tone to it, almost teasing. His hands moved around, trying out different spots on Quill’s abdomen.
“Shuhuhut uhuhup!”
“Oh, so you really can’t answer! Looks like you’ve been defeated. And all it took was a little tickle, too…”
“NOOOO! Stop it- AAAHAHAH!”
Thor laughed along with Peter’s screeching, crawling his hands up his ribs to wriggle in his underarms. This gave him a chance to catch his breath a little as his laughter died down a small bit. It sure as hell didn’t stop entirely, though. He was simply melting into the wall, turning into a goop of giggles.
“This is a lot easier than I thought it would be,” said Thor, chuckling at Peter’s slight thrashing around between his tickling hands.
“You ahahare the wohohohorst, Thuhunder Duhuhude.”
“Thunder Dude? I won’t answer to that.”
His hands went back down to Peter’s hips and he dug his thumbs in the spots right above his hip bones, on his lower tummy.
Oh, how lucky they are the screaming that followed didn’t wake Drax.
Peter’s back arched and his laughter raised up a full pitch. He almost collapsed to the floor, and used the very little upper body strength his laughter left him with to push lightly at Thor’s hands, which didn’t do much.
“Ohohohokay! Thohohahahaha- Thor!”
“It’s Thor, son of Odin, seductive god of thunder.”
“Thahahahat’s buhuhullshihihit!”
“Oh, is it?” Thor smirked and started going faster. Peter gasped and squealed, before his laughter picked up again.
“OHOHOKAY! Thohohor, sohon of hahahaha, ohohof…”
“… Odin.”
“… Rihihihight, Ohodin. Gohohod of thuhunder-”
Peter was cut his own gasp as Thor squeezed his hips.
“Seductive god of thunder.”
“Ahahalrihihight. Seheductive gohohod of thuhundeheher!”
Thor stopped his attack and Peter slid down the wall, collapsing on the floor, still giggling softly.
“I hahahate you.”
“I don’t think you do.”
Thor sat criss cross in front of Peter who giggled, sitting upright, holding his stomach.
“God, my stomach hurts.”
“Sorry, Quole.”
Thor snickered and pat Peter’s knee gently causing him to jolt a little.
“Hehey!”
“What? I just… pat you! I didn’t do anything!” Thor laughed.
“It doesn’t take a lot, okay?”
“I noticed. How weak of you.”
“Yeah, yeah.”
Peter chucked and got up, putting his hand on Thor’s shoulder, somewhat affectionately. He then gave it a gentle squeeze, near his neck, and Thor… yelped and cocked his head to the side abruptly, grinning. Peter looked back at him with a wide smile.
“You have got to be shitting me.”
“Quill, don’t.”
“Oh, so suddenly you know my name, huh?”