#avenger tickles

“Oh come on, Loki. You can’t run around this library forever!”, he said back, trapping Loki as the God was between a round table and a wall with Mobius standing menacingly across from him.

Loki was unwilling to go anywhere other than the library as it was empty, closed for Mobius and Loki to do ‘classified research’ without the chance of interruption (or more so closed for Mobius to do classified research while Loki sat there for… moral support or something). Though Loki had taken to poking Mobius’s cheeks relentlessly with lidded pins.

He’d been told to stop countless times, and he’d agreed to it before going right back to it countless times, so Mobius finally had enough and he simply told Loki to run before he took off after the God.

“You know I’m gonna catch you, Loki. I don’t know what I’ll do when I do, but I will catch you”.

Loki almost relaxed hearing that, knowing Mobius didn’t have a plan, but there was a twinge of disappointment in his heart before Mobius suddenly shot around the small table. By the time Loki had processed it, it was a little too late.

He tried to run the other way but Mobius’s hand had just grazed his back as he turned and almost immediately, he was on the ground.

“Get off of me, you violent beast!”, he spat as he wrestled with Mobius on the ground.

They both grabbed at each other and Loki pushed away while Mobius grabbed and tried to pull him down.

After a couple minutes of fighting for the upper hand, Mobius finally had him down, “Look at that”, he said, still having to fight a bit with his friend’s swatting hands, “I caught a Loki”.

As he picked on the God for being caught, he managed to catch Loki’s side only slightly while pinning his hands down, eliciting a yelp and visible anticipation when Loki braced himself.

“Oh”, he started, “Correction… I caught a ticklish Loki”, he smirked down at his friend, watching the way his eyes widened in nervousness.

Loki shook his head and struggled to pull his hands away from Mobius again, “Not this again, Mobius. Come on. It wasn’t fair the first time and it’s certainly not fair now.”

Mobius hummed, “And why… exactly, hm? Why isn’t it fair?”

The trickster squirmed and writhed underneath his menace of a friend, “This place is ridiculous. I mean, if I had my magic, this wouldn’t be possible!”, he said defensively.

Mobius nodded, “Mm, yeah, I guess that’s true but you wouldn’t stop me then either, would you?”, he asked, smiling a smug grin as Loki’s face flushed red.

He furrowed his eyebrows to glare at Mobius, but his heart was doing flips in his chest while his stomach fluttered with little butterflies at the teasing, “What’s that supposed to mean?”

Mobius laughed as if he was shocked, “Oh, come on, Loki! You do this little thing where you pester and prod at me until you get a reaction, and your eyes light up when you think I’m gonna retaliate, and then you just… deflate like a disappointing balloon when I go back to work”.

Loki huffed, avoiding eye contact with everything in him, “I do not pester-”, he stopped to rethink his statement when Mobius gave him a look of pure disbelief, “Alright. Maybe I pester you, but my eyes do not ‘light up’ and I don’t ‘deflate’. I’m the God of Mischief, Mobius. Mischief. I’m supposed to pester you”.

Mobius rolled his eyes, “Alright, then explain why you fight like a little girl”.

Loki made a face of confusion and suspicion.

Mobius let out an exasperated sigh, “Like you’re a little girl- You know what I mean, Loki”.

Loki shrugged, a mischievous glint shining in his eyes, “Well I wouldn’t know anything about throwing hands with little girls-”

Mobius huffed in irritation, promptly pinning Loki’s arms above his head, both wrists in just one of Mobius’s hands, “You’re doing it right now, Loki. You’re trying to provoke it”.

‘Yes, well, it’s working’

Loki’s face turned red at his own thoughts, but he hoped Mobius hadn’t noticed, “Oh you are truly ridiculous, Mobius”, he snarled, “I would hurt you if I truly fought you, and I certainly do not ‘provoke you’ into this… childishness”.

He tugged at his hands and arms as he tried to twist out from under Mobius, “Now would you please let me g-OH! NO. Mobius… no”, he writhed as a hand pinched at his side before it hovered menacingly over his ribs.

“No? You don’t want me to do this?”, he asked, dropping his hand momentarily, “Then fight me. I know you can. You could kill me right now if you wanted. There’s no reason you can’t get away from a few little tickles”.

Loki shook his head, “No, Mobius. I-I’ll hurt you, I won’t-”

Mobius laughed at the pitiful argument Loki was rambling out, “Ahh, I knew it.”

Loki swallowed nervously but he held up his defensive demeanor.

“You like it, Loki! Just admit it!”.

The God of Mischief huffed again, “I don’t. You’re crazy.”

Mobius smiled fondly, “I’ll get a verbal confession one day. For now, the unnatural red coloring of your… well your everything from your ears to your neck is enough of a confession”.

Loki stayed quiet, practically pouting at Mobius.

“Now”, Mobius said, lifting his hand once again, “Shall we get started?”

The trickster was mad. Yes. Mad. That was the word.

The word for when you’re laying underneath your best friend while his hand hovers menacingly over your ribs and you unsuccessfully attempt to bite back a nervous smile?

Yeah. Mad works.

“You know, Loki…”, Mobius started, his hand slowly descending towards Loki with wiggling fingers, “There’s one game a lot of people play, usually with their children and what not”.

Loki didn’t know where this was going, but he didn’t know that he wanted to as he stared at Mobius’s wriggly, clawing hand, anticipatory giggles bubbling in his chest.

“Maybe your older brother showed it to you, or possibly even your mom when you were much younger. Surely you’ve heard of it?”

Loki threw his head back and gritted his teeth when Mobius’s hand got close enough that it was just grazing the side of his ribs over his shirt, “Oh my God, whahat is it, Mobius?”, he wasn’t able to take much more of the anticipation.

Mobius smirked at him, “Someone’s excited to get started I guess”, he teased, pinching his ribs suddenly, just enough to make him yelp and tense his muscles, “Well, since you’re so eager, I guess I can go ahead and tell you, yeah? Yeah”.

Mobius placed his hand gently on Loki, leaning down close enough to the God that he could feel the anticipation and nervousness radiating off of him, “It’s a game that involves… a creature of sorts”.

Loki groaned as he tugged at his hands once more, just to test the waters, but the palm resting on his ribs suddenly became fingertips digging into the bones, “For fuhuhuck’s sake, Mobius, please, I’m nohohot a child”.

Mobius shrugged, “Well”, he said, his tone close to a whisper, “Nobody’s ever too old for the tickle monster”.

Loki couldn’t stop himself. He felt so warm inside. He was giggling and squirming and smiling like a fool as Mobius tiptoed two fingers up from his ribs to his armpit, where he opted to stay, circling just one finger around the hollow.

“Ihihihi hahahate you”, his face was, as Mobius said, unnaturally red as he tried to spit insults out through his laughter.

He couldn’t believe it.

He was loving this. The playfulness. The sensation. The warmth… and he couldn’t even bring himself to be in denial (at least not in his own mind. He’d never admit it to anyone else. Ever. He would deny it aloud until the day he died).

He writhed and giggled while Mobius teased his underarm, trying to curl his knees up to his chest and kneeing Mobius in the back.

Mobius jolted a bit and his hand stilled.

Loki froze, his eyes widening in pure fear,

“M-Mobius, wait, I’m sorry. I didn’t mean to, you were… well, it was, it-”

Mobius cut him off, “If there’s one thing I know about my dear creature friend, it’s that he does not like to be hit, Loki”.

Loki tapped his foot nervously and very impatiently as he waited for the inevitable. His nerves were already crawling.

It just wasn’t fair. Mobius knew he was just making the trickster wait for what he wanted.

“If I remember correctly”, Mobius started as he sat up a bit, tugging Loki’s brown slacks down on his hips just a bit to untuck his white shirt easier, “This was a bad spot”, he said it almost as if it was a question, slipping a hand underneath the fabric to tease at the bare skin.

Loki held his breath, shaking his head at the agent, “You’re delusional”, he said, his voice pitched much higher than usual due to the pure anticipation running through his body.

“Oh, I’m delusional?”, Mobius asked rhetorically, “So what about this?”, he said, moving his hand to scratch slowly and teasingly at one side of Loki’s abdomen, “This doesn’t tickle?”

Loki yelped, biting his lip and letting his head fall back as he fought to suppress all the laughter that wanted so desperately to fall from his lips. He shook his head, unable to speak without his words falling apart and breaking into giggles.

Mobius laughed, shaking his head a bit at his very flustered friend, “You just keep exposing yourself, Loki. What do you expect to happen when you lie to me about it- Actually, don’t answer that. I already know what you expect, and I know what you want”.

Loki glared daggers into Mobius, or he tried to; he wasn’t doing a very good job of keeping eye contact or… looking in Mobius’s general direction.

Fingertips traced and teased around his tense abdomen, the touch so light it was similar to that of a feather. He couldn’t help it. He just had to reply, “You ahahare the wohorst friehehehend!”

Mobius huffed out a small laugh, knowing Loki certainly didn’t mean that at all, “Oh come on. You love me!”, he said, tightening his grip on Loki’s hands as he started pinching and squeezing at his sides, “And don’t lie, I know you love the tickle monster too, but, I admit, I will be a little hurt if you start to like him more than me”.

Loki squealed and squirmed and arched his back while Mobius chose to skitter his fingers around the sensitive skin right below his rib cage, “I- Ihihihi don’t like ehehehither ohohohof you, you big ohohoaf!”.

Mobius faked a pout, “Aww, well that’s just not nice. That’s no way to talk to a friend- or two friends. Especially not in this position!”.

Loki shrieked as Mobius’s hand jumped from his rib to underneath his arm in an instant, testing a spot he’d never really tickled before.

The reaction was very rewarding. The noise that escaped from Loki was hilarious as the god arched and squirmed and pulled at his arms, “OHOHOHOH MY GOHOHODS, MOHOHOBIUS, NOHOHOHOHO!”

Mobius was shocked, but he continued to dig into the sensitive hollow, “No, Loki. Oh MY God- Gods? Whatever, this is the best! I mean… you are a god! And this is certainly not the weakness I expected from you”.

Loki tried to growl between his cackles but it was just coming out as a noise that seemed very confused in itself and what it wanted to be, as it was a mixture of deep belly laughter and an angry cat.

Mobius swapped methods, wanting to know which would tickle the most as he started spidering in and around the hollow gently and quickly, rather than digging in harshly.

The reaction was instantaneous. Loki’s eyes widened as the sensation worsened, the muscles in his arms burning as he ached to protect himself, “OH FUHUHUHUCK YOU! NAHAHAHAHA, QUIHIHIHIT IHIHIT!”

Mobius gasped, still clawing and skittering away at the sensitive skin, “You are so foul mouthed today! What has gotten into you?”

He stopped for a moment and Loki gathered himself, already having prepared a snarky comment, “Well”, he breathed out heavily, “Nothing that I’m aware of but there is a vertically challenged PLATINUM BLOND DEMON ATOP ME AT THIS MOMENT”.

Mobius scowled, “Okay, first of all, I am 5’11, thank you very much. I won’t take criticism from you. The word giant is in your title, alright… knock off Avatar? Second, it’s not platinum. It’s grey”.

Loki’s expression certainly externalized his sense of confusion, “Avatar- Never mind. I don’t care enough to know. You are short.”

Mobius narrowed his eyes, pushing Loki’s wrists down with a little more pressure and tightening his grip around them, “Loki, you’re so incredibly ticklish that I almost feel bad for doing this to you… but after that, I think I’ll enjoy it quite a bit.”

Loki swallowed nervously, realizing just how much trouble he was in as he looked up at Mobius with wide puppy dog eyes.

“There’s only one way to get me to stop now”, he spoke, his tone quiet but stern, “It ends when you admit that this was what you wanted in the first place”.

……

“Oh… fuck”.

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Yes! We end with a cliffhanger and also, the idea of Mobius trying to fight a child (and losing) was hilarious to me, so enjoy that.

“Goddamn it”.

Loki had been hurt. Fortunately, that was the last of the agents- at least in the office. More would certainly be coming.

Mobius quickly maneuvered to turn the hunter around and push him away with as much force as he could muster.

He didn’t want to truly hurt anyone.

The hunter fell to the ground with a huff, and Mobius reached in his jacket as he ran to Loki, pulling the TemPad out and opening up a beaming doorway before he wrapped an arm around Loki’s back, supporting him with an arm underneath the trickster’s.

Loki all but threw himself inside the golden threshold with the help of Mobius, doing his best to land gently and not on his ankle as he turned to see the portal close, just before the hunter could get inside.

Mobius stood there, hunched over as he breathed heavily and tried to catch his breath. Loki did the same but he was now sat on the floor, his chest heaving with his deep inhales and long exhales.

Loki gathered himself, looking around the small room which was incredibly familiar, “We’re… in Asgard”, he breathed out, his tone inquisitive and slightly confused.

Mobius nodded, walking to his friend and reaching a hand out to him to help him up, “Yeah… Yeah, sorry. It was the first thing that came to mind. It’s 2010.”

Loki hummed, lifting himself with Mobius’s assistance before he was gently pushed back on the bed behind him, “We’re in my chambers”.

Mobius huffed out a laugh, “Nothing gets past you, huh?”, he quipped, helping Loki prop his ankle up.

He sat down and slowly and carefully slipped Loki’s boot and sock off, trying to look at the injury and cringing every time his friend hissed or twitched in pain.

“I’m sorry, I’m sorry. It’s off now”, he said, rubbing Loki’s calf in an attempt to sooth him, “I uh… I think it’s broken, buddy”.

Loki nodded, breathing deeply to calm himself before putting all of his focus towards his injured ankle.

Mobius watched, incredibly intrigued as a small green glow flashed and hovered around Loki’s ankle.

It was gone almost as soon as it had appeared, and Loki visibly relaxed, his ankle still sore but certainly not broken or fractured or sprained.

Mobius was astonished, examining the ankle once again. No swelling, no redness, no sign it had ever been injured, “That’s still amazing to me”.

Loki laughed a bit, trying to stretch and move the ankle around, but Mobius could see the obvious discomfort on his face and in his demeanor. He lifted up Loki’s ankle carefully, placing it gently in his lap, “Just rest for a minute, Loki. Nobody’s going to come in here”.

There was a happy smile spreading across Loki’s face, Mobius’s concern for him warming his heart. He nodded and laid back a bit, curling up slightly to get comfortable with his leg in Mobius’s lap.

Mobius pushed the cuff of Loki’s pants up a bit, carefully massaging around the previously injured bone, “Don’t let me hurt you, okay? Tell me if it’s uncomfortable”.

Loki hummed in agreement, reaching behind himself for one of the pillows on his bed. He watched Mobius’s hands for a few minutes, appreciating the small massage the analyst was giving him.

He paid attention to how delicate Mobius’s touch was and how the agent moved his hands before he started to fidget subconsciously, now focusing on his own foot as he mindlessly flexed it, curled his toes, and rolled his ankle in small circles.

Mobius laughed a bit, “Are you getting restless?”

Loki stilled for a moment, realizing now what he’d been doing. His face turned slightly red as he let out a breathy laugh, “I guess so”, he said, flexing his foot once more.

Mobius sported a fond smile, but suddenly he looked down at Loki’s foot, something about it catching his eye as he tilted his head to look at the sole.

Loki gave him a confused look, “What… in Odin’s name are you doing, Mobius?”, he asked, yelping slightly as Mobius picked up his foot and looked at the bottom of it.

Mobius looked absolutely amazed, “You have freckles! Little freckles on the bottom of your foot!”

Loki rolled his eyes with a small sigh, “Yes, Mobius, I’m aware. Now, can I have my foot back, please?”, he tugged at his ankle but Mobius’s grip tightened.

“No, I wanna look at the freckles!”, he said, his attention drawn to the little brown speck underneath the space between Loki’s two littlest toes. Slowly and carefully, he lifted his other hand and placed a fingertip on another freckle that was nearly just in the center of his arch.

Loki gasped and curled his toes when he felt the touch, but he didn’t pull away. Mobius was genuinely curious, and Loki didn’t feel that he had any other intentions.

“I uh… I had a lot of freckles when I was a kid, but those just never went away”, he said, now just letting Mobius examine the little spots, “When I was young, like really young; super young. Maybe five or six, my mother would trace all my freckles when I was upset”.

Mobius glanced at him momentarily, humming as a sign for him to continue.

Loki sighed, “She would trace those few on the bottom of my foot as well, but I could hardly stand it”.

Mobius smirked, “Really? You couldn’t handle a few little touches?”

Loki huffed when Mobius dropped his foot again, “I was a child, thank you”.

Mobius looked at him with a stupid little grin, “You still wouldn’t be able to handle it”.

Loki rolled his eyes, “I’m not falling for that, Mobius”.

Mobius just shrugged, “Fine. I’m still gonna tickle your little freckles though”, he said, one hand tightening around Loki’s ankle as he poked at the freckles with the other.

The trickster squealed, tugging uselessly at his ankle, “Wahahahait! Nohohoho, Mohohobius!” , he clutched the pillow to his chest as he yelped and jumped with every poke. They were all directed at a different little speck and it was already enough to drive Loki mad.

“Quihihit it!”, he squeaked when Mobius picked his foot up again, putting Loki’s ankle in a lock with his bicep and forearm before he started tracing the freckles as if he was playing connect the dots.

“It’s like you’ve got constellations on your foot. It’s cute”.

Loki was red in the face and giggling his head off while he squirmed and kicked a little with his free leg, “Lehehet me gohoho!”

Mobius shook his head, dragging a finger up and down the sole before going back to poking the freckles.

He was disheveled and rather frazzled as he writhed in Mobius’s grip until one poke pulled a squeal out from all of his cackles and giggles and he curled his toes as tight as he could.

Mobius stopped for a moment, “Are you ticklish there or something”, he quipped, smiling as Loki glared at him.

“I dislike you, Mobius”, he scowled at the agent and unclenched his foot, once again trying to tug at his ankle, “Please return my limbs to my possession now”.

“And what are you going to do if I don’t?”, Mobius inquired, still inspecting the little spots.

“Well”, Loki started, huffing as Mobius once again refused to let go of his ankle, “I once kicked mother in the face- unintentionally of course- and conjured a wall decoration directly into the back of her head”, he said, laughing at the memory.

“I was young and I had a lot of trouble controlling my magic when I was angry or flustered”, he continued, “I was of course much too young to cause her any real pain, but her jaw was sore for a few days. She stopped messing with my freckles after that”, he wore a fond smile as he spoke of his mother, and Mobius noticed the warm tone in his voice and the happy gleam in his eyes.

“Well, if you kick me, I’ll just make it worse”, he teased with a playful wink, “That being said, I’ll return to my previous activities!”

Loki’s eyes widened, but he was left with no choice other than to lay there and laugh while Mobius went back to poking the little freckle beneath Loki’s toes.

“So, is this one the most ticklish?”, he asked, circling it with his finger.

“Yehehehes! Leheheave it alohohone!”, Loki’s face turned red as he buried it in the pillow, embarrassed by having to admit that it was dreadfully ticklish.

He writhed and squirmed as he twisted his ankle, aching to get away from the light touches.

Mobius’s heart swelled, watching Loki try to hide himself in the mattress, “Hey, you said the rest of your freckles went away right?”, he asked, looking back at the trickster while he scratched over the little spot with the very tip of his finger.

Loki twisted and turned, his other foot pushing at Mobius’s legs as he tried to get away, “Yes! Yehehehes, they wehehent awahahay! I wihihish you would dohohoho the sahahahame!”, he snarled through his giggles, clenching and unclenching his fists and grabbing as much fabric as he could of the pillow. Nothing lessened the ticklish feeling.

“I’ll bet these would go away with the right motivation!”, he said confidently, wiggling his finger over and around the freckle that had been deemed the most sensitive.

“Nonono. Nohohoho! Thehehey are perfehehectly fihihihine!”, he whined through his giggles, the pain in his ankle had been completely forgotten about.

“Oh I agree!”, Mobius said rather joyfully, “I think they’re adorable”.

Loki flushed red, burying his face further in the pillow if it was even possible, “Oh shuhuhut uhuhup!”

Mobius let out a soft chuckle at his very embarrassed friend, “I just don’t think it would hurt to try!”

Loki would’ve certainly been complaining and spitting insults at Mobius if he could speak a little more coherently, “Yehehehes ihihit would! Let gohohoho!”

He shrieked when Mobius raked five fingertips down the sole of his foot from his toes to his heel.

He circled and spidered slowly at the heel for just a couple minutes, his only intent being to tease Loki, “Oh, come on, Loki! You always complain about me never having any fun! This… this is fun. Let me enjoy it, yeah?”

Loki couldn’t even think straight, “Ihihihi can’t stahahand you!”

Mobius shrugged, “Good thing you can’t stand with your feet in my lap!”, he said, suddenly scratching and clawing up and down Loki’s trapped foot.

“NO! NOHOHOHOHO!”, he curled his toes tightly, his right leg shaking like mad while the other one flailed wildly.

His entire body shook, the sensation shooting up his leg, “MOBIUHUHUHUS PLEHEHEHEASE! IHIHIHI CAHAHAN’T! IHIHIT-”

“It what? Am I about to hear the God of Mischief say the dreaded t-word?”, Mobius teased Loki frequently about his inability to say the word, but it got him flustered every single time.

He tickled in the center of Loki’s arch with just two fingers before letting his hand move upwards, listening to Loki’s laugh ascend in both pitch and volume, “Sounds like someone might be a little ticklish right here”.

Loki’s body tensed and he kept his toes curled as Mobius’s hand stilled on the ball of his foot. The god’s breathing was heavy and uneven as he tried to stay prepared for whatever Mobius would do next.

He waited and waited for Mobius to start tickling him again, but when nothing happened, he picked his head up from the pillow, watching Mobius with wide eyes.

Mobius was staring at him, his eyebrows raised as he sported a downright evil smirk, “The way you curl your toes is really cute, big guy, but I’m gonna need you to uncurl em”.

Loki shook his head, hiding his face again but peaking up so he could watch Mobius, now having only his nose buried in the soft fabric.

Mobius’s heart was going crazy and he was asking himself how one being could be so damn cute, but externally, he was just as teasing and evil as before, “No? You don’t wanna?”, he asked, a teasing tone in his voice, “That’s fine. I’ll make you”.

Before Loki could react, Mobius had started tickling the top of his foot, something he certainly didn’t expect to tickle so bad. He squealed and thrashed and giggled, flexing his foot and uncurling his toes reflexively as Mobius tickled the tops of them.

As soon as he uncurled his toes, Mobius moved his hand to tickle underneath them.

Loki couldn’t control himself. His thoughts were completely incoherent as he squealed and squawked and tried desperately to pull away from his captor, “NAHAHAHA, PLEHEHEHEASE! PLEASE! NOHOHOHOHO!”

Mobius clawed and scratched and tickled relentlessly at the stems of Loki’s toes, finding it nearly impossible to not laugh along with him.

He was thrashing and squirming and tears were forming in his eyes, little green flashes and sparks surrounding him and coming from his hands as he tried to keep himself and his magic under control.

Mobius was mesmerized, and he just continued to tickle away, clawing up and down the ridiculously ticklish sole.

“MOHOHOHOBIUS! QUIHIHIHIT! I CAHAHAN’T- IHIHIHI’M GOHOHONNA-”, Loki could barely speak, but before he really had a chance to finish his sentence, there was an explosion of green smoke, and on top of that, Loki’s left heel had connected rather harshly with Mobius’s chin.

Mobius stopped, dropping his foot and opening his eyes only to look down and find himself covered in green and gold dust as his chin ached.

Loki curled up, still giggling breathlessly as he muttered out apologies, “Ihihi- I’m sohohorry. I tried to tehehell you!”

Mobius laughed a bit, “It’s okay, bud. I think I deserved that”.

Loki clutched the pillow to his chest and curled himself around it as he caught his breath, his foot still twitching and his nerves still tingling. Mobius shook the dust off of himself and brushed it off of his jacket.

“So I guess you still have a little trouble controlling your magic when you’re tickled?”, he asked jokingly. Loki just glared at him.

“Mobius, I’m going to fight you”, he meant it to be threatening, but how threatening can you be when you’re blushing like a moron and completely out of breath from being tickled?

“Alright, that’s fine, but just remember what I said, yeah?”

Loki gave him an inquisitive look to which Mobius just smirked.

“You kicked me”, those three words were plenty of a reminder for Loki.

“Maybe you should take a few minutes to prepare yourself”.

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@fluffomatic COME GET YOUR JUICE 👀🗣

Loki furrowed his eyebrows and put his hands up in a defensive gesture, “How I ‘get’? I don’t ‘get’ any type of way, thank you very much. I can handle my alcohol”.

…..

Well, he could have handled his alcohol 4 tequila shots and 3 martinis ago, but Mobius had stayed true to his word and only had one drink himself.

Loki, on the other hand, was flushed red in the face and stumbling around as he attempted to make himself yet another martini.

He was all over the place, giggling up a storm and singing some song that Mobius was sure didn’t even exist until Loki started singing it.

Sure, it was wholesome to see the God so carefree and happy, and giggling, but Mobius couldn’t let him keep drinking.

“Hey- Hey, Loki, maybe you’ve had enough, yeah? A sober Loki is difficult enough, I can only imagine how difficult you must be when you’re off your ass”, he spoke, carefully pulling the bottle of Gin from the God’s hands.

Loki was too gone to really do much more other than reach for the bottle as it was taken from him, “Why…”, he whined out drunkenly, “Why have you taken it from me?”

Mobius huffed out a small laugh, “You’ve been cut off for the night. Pour yourself some water- wait, don’t. You’ll spill it. Let me pour you some water”.

Loki grumbled as he leaned against Mobius in his inebriated state, “I don’t want water, I want another martini”.

The analyst rolled his eyes, “And I want to be in Panama City with a personal water craft and a God who evidently cannot handle a couple martinis. You’re getting water”.

Loki groaned, “You never let me have any fun, Mobius. Lighten up~”, he slurred, tugging at the sleeve of Mobius’s jacket and pinching the agent’s cheek.

Mobius swatted Loki’s hand away from his face and picked up the pitcher of water that sat on the round table. He poured a decent amount into a small cup as Loki continued to pester him, “Drink that”, he said, putting the cup in front of his friend.

Said friend huffed, “I’m not drinking it”.

Mobius rolled his eyes and put his hand on his hip as he tapped his foot impatiently, “Drink the water, Loki”.

The taller of the two crossed his arms over his chest and turned his nose up, “No”, he said stubbornly, only to yelp when Mobius poked him in the ribs as a warning.

“Drink. It”.

Loki smiled a very drunk smile, “Make. Me”.

For a moment, Mobius was frustrated, and he was prepared to unleash every bit of his frustration and make Loki drink the water like the God himself had suggested, but suddenly, it hit him.

Loki was drunk, and happy, and very intentionally provoking Mobius with his stubborn act, and Mobius saw it in the way Loki braced himself when he told Mobius to “make him”.

Mobius’s face fell from one of agitation to a small smirk, “No”, he said, watching Loki’s very poor defense fall as he furrowed his eyebrows.

“No? What- Fine. Then I just don’t have to drink the water”, he crossed his arms again with another small huff as he looked away from Mobius, his expression slowly turning into a grumpy pout.

Mobius just shrugged, “Alright. Fine by me, big guy. I’ll be having a seat right over there. You’re welcome to join me”, he said, gesturing to the small brown sofa before smiling innocently at Loki and moving across the room to sit down.

Loki was baffled. Mobius usually got frustrated enough to pin him down and make him squeal like a child within a couple moments of his stubborn antics. Not that he wanted that. He just didn’t understand the sudden change. Yeah.

He stood for just a moment, soaking in his own befuddlement at what had just happened before he just went back to being drunk and stubborn, “I know what you’re doing”, he said matter-of-factly.

Mobius glanced over his shoulder at the tall God, “Mm, really? What’s that?”, he asked innocently.

Loki just grumbled, “You’re acting like you don’t care to get me to drink it”, he said, sounding incredibly similar to a child who didn’t get his way.

“Oh, is that what I’m doing?”, he asked, “Or are you acting like this to get a reaction out of me?”

Loki stomped his way over to Mobius very angrily, “I am not acting like anything”, he said, plopping down on the sofa beside his friend.

“Oh you’re not?”, he teased, prodding and poking at Loki’s sides and watching his eyes light up as he curled uselessly away from the small attack.

Loki shook his head through an outburst of giggles, drunkenly swatting at the hands that were tazering his sides, “Gehehet ohohohoff!”

Mobius chuckled and pulled Loki closer to him, “No”, he said, wrapping one arm around his friend’s hip to keep him in place, “Honestly, Loki, we need to have a lesson in asking for the things we want, but we’ll save that for another time. Right now, it’s about getting you sobered up”.

Loki’s eyes widened as he writhed in Mobius’s grip.

“Now”, the agent started, “You’ll either laugh yourself back to sobriety or you’ll call for mercy and drink the water”.

Loki’s breath hitched in his throat, but he had no time to protest as Mobius pushed him down against the sofa and tickled relentlessly at his belly and sides.

Mobius refused fo hold back, knowing it was what Loki was going for anyway.

“SHIHIHIHIHIT! IHIHIHIHI- NOHOHOHOHO! Nononono nohohohoho!”, he squirmed weakly in Mobius’s hold, feeling a hand slip underneath his shirt and crawl all the way up his side to scratch at his ribs.

He squealed and pushed at the hand that was keeping him down on his back while trying to wiggle away from the one skittering at his top ribs, “Nohohohot thehehehere! Mobius! Nohohohoho!”

Mobius hummed, “Not there? How about… here?”, he asked teasingly, pulling Loki’s shirt up and suddenly leaning down to blow a loud raspberry in the center of the God’s belly.

Loki squealed and arched his back as he tugged at Mobius’s blond hair, “WAHAHAHAIT! NOHOHOHOHO! GO BAHAHAHACK!”, he kicked and pleaded but he just couldn’t fight it as intoxicated as he was.

Mobius blew a couple more raspberries before letting up a little and using both hands to scratch and spider as quickly and as gently as he could manage at Loki’s sides, “Oh, how nice of you to try to get closer to me. Really makes this easier, you know?”

Loki shook his head frantically, laughing away as Mobius’s fingertips crawled up his sides to his top rib, teasing just above it before clawing all the way back down both sides to pinch at the lanky man’s hipbones.

Loki was beside himself and his nerves were on fire, but he knew he brought it on himself. He was almost glad he was so drunk, otherwise Mobius would’ve definitely recognized the bright blush on his cheeks.

He slapped and swatted weakly at his captor’s hands as he curled in on himself pitifully, feeling Mobius slip his hands back around to spider and scribble around the fleshy area of his belly.

His back arched and he kicked his feet a bit, but he didn’t know what to do with himself. “MOHOHOHOBIUS ITS NOHOHOT FAHAHAIR!”, he whined through his cackles as he rolled over on his stomach and tried to crawl away.

“Nope, get back here”, he said, pulling Loki back towards him by the trickster’s hips, “You’re not goin anywhere, my inebriated friend”.

Loki groaned as his sides and ribs were attacked while he lay face down on the sofa, “Plehehehease! I cahahan’t!”, he hiccuped and snorted through his incessant giggling, reaching behind himself to push at Mobius’s wrists.

“I yieheheld!! Ihihihi yield!”, he exclaimed as his giggles began to sound more exhausted.

Mobius stopped, rubbing his back soothingly, “You gonna drink the water now?”

Loki nodded with a small breathy hum as he couldn’t find it in himself to do anything more.

Mobius walked to the small table to retrieve the cup before he helped Loki sit up and drink it, which he did in nearly one gulp.

Loki set the cup aside and leaned against his companion, grumbling about how unfair that ordeal was.

Mobius just chuckled, “You love it”.

Loki scoffed, his face heating up once more, “I do not, yo-”,

Mobius put a finger to his lips and shushed him, “Shhh, you’ll hurt yourself stumbling over your lies. Just relax”.

Loki huffed as he stayed silent. In his mind, it was to spite Mobius.

“Maybe next time, we can work on learning how to ask when you want me to tickle you instead of provoking it by refusing to treat yourself after getting so drunk you can barely stand, yeah?”

Loki wasn’t even listening. He was drunk, and he was exhausted. He heard the “yeah?” at the end of Mobius’s sentence and agreed senselessly with a nod and a hum, promptly curling up to fall asleep against Mobius.

Mobius chuckled and shook his head, but he let Loki sleep regardless, knowing the trickster was comfortable right where he was as he rubbed the God’s back soothingly.