#ler!loki

You caught his wrist. Twisted. Used that leverage to hook your legs around him, then used his thrown balance to send him down.

His back hit the mat with a solid thud.

For a moment, he just blinked up at you, winded and momentarily stunned.

You grinned, settling your weight on top of him, knee digging into his ribs just hard enough to remind him who the boss was. "Tell me," you mused, "who did you say was getting their ass handed to them today?"

Sam huffed, mouth pursing into something half-annoyed, half-amused. "Yeah, screw you."

You arched a brow. "Not much of an apology."

His jaw tensed, eyes narrowing. A second’s hesitation. You pounced.

Your fingers slipped under his ribs, pressing just enough-

"Shit!"

Your smirk quickly became a grin.

A choked laugh ripped out of him before he could stop it. He bucked violently, twisting beneath you as laughter tore through him like he’d been struck by lightning.

Your hand followed wherever he turned. "Something wrong, Wilson?"

"You demon-" He twisted again, finally using sheer force to throw you off. You hit the mat with a sharp roll over your shoulder, coming up to your feet in a fluid motion, laughing as he swore under his breath, breathless.

You two weren't the only ones laughing.

Thor chuckled, amused. Bucky smirked, arms crossed. Steve shook his head, exasperated. And Loki...

Loki was watching you like a cat watching a caged bird.

He tilted his head, eyes sharp, lips lifting in a slow, knowing smirk. "That," he said, "seems like an extraordinarily reckless tactic to introduce."

You dusted your hands off. "How so?"

Loki’s smirk widened. He took the bait. "Because every person in this room is stronger than you. And now you’ve gone and planted a very particular idea in their minds."

His gaze dragged over you, slow and deliberate. You crossed your arms, lifting that same brow in challenge. Giving him space to continue monologuing.

"I mean, really," he mused in a silken voice, "do you truly want to tempt fate by giving them the notion to simply hold you down and take their revenge?"

The air shifted, and you held back your confident smirk, just to play with him a bit. "They're welcome to try."

Bucky stepped forward, rolling his shoulders. "It's futile." He shot you a begrudging look. "We learned a long time ago - she’s not ticklish."

Sam snorted. "Yeah, and it’s annoying as hell. Not many ways to get her back for all that sass."

You shot him a sly smile.

Loki made a sound in his throat - amused, unimpressed. "You’re wrong."

Your eyes slid back to him, fixing him with a look. "Wrong? I'm not ticklish, Loki."

Loki’s lips curled into a smirk. “Yes, you are.”

Tense silence fell upon the room as the others turned to Loki, confused, silently hoping.

The moment stretched, electric.

Smirking eye contact, the crackle of something just shy of violent, just shy of something else.

You squinted. "I'm not lying. I've never been ticklish. Ask anyone in here."

“Hmm, I'm sure they have tried with their clumsy mortal hands,” he murmured, voice low, rich, laced with wicked amusement. “I, however..." His smirk grew downright devious. "I could take you apart without breaking a sweat.”

Your stomach did something sharp and treacherous. The heat in your face spread down your neck before you could help it.

Sam snorted. “Oh my god.”

Bucky shook his head, muttering something under his breath. Steve exhaled through his nose, clearly regretting his life choices.

You, however, refused to flinch.

“Yeah, right.”

Loki chuckled, slow and dark.

“I’ll gladly prove it,” he insisted, voice a lazy taunt, “as soon as you’re not afraid to submit to it."

The words pushed like a slow blade between your ribs. The challenge, goading you to agree to being pinned and tested, for him to catalogue your responses. It’s not like he was going to succeed in tickling you, but submit?

No way in hell.

Your mouth parted in a scoff, heat flushing your neck, your cheeks, something sharp already forming on your tongue-

“Okay, this,” Sam interrupted, pointing one hand at each of you, “is the one of most sexual things I’ve ever seen in my life, and I once walked in on Thor oiling himself up for battle.”

You lunged.

Sam yelped, dodging back, but before you could reach him, a familiar arm hooked around your waist, effortlessly hauling you back onto the mat.

Bucky didn’t even flinch. “Easy, killer."

Loki chuckled, low and pleased, as you pushed Bucky's arm away.

“I do so enjoy this part,” the god mused.

You exhaled sharply, still flushed, still coiled tight with something restless and unsatisfied. You took the bait. “What part?”

His gaze flicked to yours, amused, knowing. “The part where you pretend to be annoyed.”

The others snorted.

Your mouth opened, but before you could fire back, Loki winked, turned, and made to leave.

Something in you rebelled.

“Hey!" You called after him. "Come put your money where your mouth is, Your Highness."

Loki stopped.

He exhaled a low, dark chuckle, then, slowly, began rolling up the sleeves of his tunic, baring forearms lined with lean, deceptive strength.

“I didn't think,” he murmured, “you'd want an audience for what’s about to transpire.”

Sam made a strangled noise. “I hate this. I hate this weird foreplay.”

Thor’s booming laugh filled the room.

"Of course I want an audience," you hummed, ignoring the riffraff. "I want them all to witness you making a fool of yourself." You stepped back onto the mat, uncrossing your arms, opening your stance. "But I’m not submitting. If you want me at your mercy, you’ll have to earn it.”

Loki turned back, and - lazily, deliberately, with a smirk that was pure sin - prowled toward you. “Very well,” he purred with a tilt of his head. “Let’s play.”

But the moment his feet hit the mat, you got the sinking feeling that you'd just walked into a trap.

You’d never sparred with Loki before. Hell, you’d never even seen him fight outside of an actual battlefield, where his chaos and skill blurred the line between strategy and sheer fucking audacity.

But now, circling each other under the dim gym lights, with him as your adversary, you saw raw, precise power coiled beneath his deliberate movements, waiting to unravel.

His stance was fluid, deceptively relaxed. Beautiful, cocky bastard. Every shift of his weight, every flicker of his gaze, calculated. You could tell he was watching you, reading you, in a way that made heat lick at the base of your spine. And deep in your belly.

So you lunged first.

In the blink of an eye, he dodged, slipping around your advance like a fast-flowing stream through your fingers, barely exerting any effort. Your body twisted, adjusting on instinct, throwing your weight into a feint before coming back around, aiming for his side.

But again, he was faster.

Loki flowed around your strike like water, his arm shooting out with lightning precision. You barely registered the movement before his palm landed solidly against your ribs - not with brute force, but a firm, pointed push, sending you stumbling off balance.

You caught yourself, breath coming sharp through your nose. He stood there, utterly at ease, watching you with a glint of amusement.

Smug, infuriatingly hot, cocky bastard.

You exhaled. Steady.

Regrouping, you moved again, but this time, you were smarter - testing- feeling out the way he reacted. The next time he dodged, you anticipated it, twisting mid-motion and using his own momentum against him, catching his arm and yanking.

It almost worked.

The instant you felt his weight shift, you knew - he’d let you do that.

You barely had time to react before he countered, twisting with impossible grace, his body moving like an under-sea shadow. You felt it before you saw it.

His hands on you.

Turning.

Your feet ripped out from under you.

The mat met your chest with a harsh thud, your breath shooting out of your lungs in a rush.

Your wrists flexed, instinctively pushing to lift yourself up - except one of them wasn’t moving. Something heavy and warm pressed you down.

Your pulse jumped.

Loki was above you, his thighs caging your hips, one hand securing your wrist above your head. Your left side was left exposed, vulnerable. You snuck a glance at the rest of the team - on your... right - he chose to test the side they couldn't see. Why?

There were more important matters to tend to.

You struggled, but his grip was like iron, pressing your wrist into the mat, keeping your body still beneath his. The sheer weight of him was suffocating, and intoxicating, his lean muscle like warm steel.

The sound of your panting filled the space between you as you used your free hand to push against his knee, against the mat, to try and pry his hand off your wrist.

Nothing budged. Nothing. Especially not you.

So, finally, you gave up the fight, relaxing underneath him, letting your forehead fall to the mat as the others chuckled on the sidelines.

A low, satisfied, hum rumbled from his chest.

You clenched your jaw, ignoring the way the heat from his body seemed to sink into yours. “Yeah, whatever. You're a thousand-year-old god, of course you're gonna win."

Loki chuckled. And that sound - deep, smug, thoroughly entertained - was infuriating.

You scoffed, and gave a snarky chuckle, lazing your head to the side, not the slightest bit concerned. "Well, go on. Do what you need to do. All of these guys have tried, failed, and reaped the embarrassment of prodding my stomach while I stare them down. Your turn."

"My turn," he repeated in a low, heat, murmur that made your neck prickle. "They’ve all tried, have they?"

His eyes flicked toward the others - Bucky, Sam, Steve, Thor - still watching with rapt attention.

"I'm guessing they wrestled you, pinned you," Loki mused, "and I imagine they grabbed at your waist, or jammed their fingers clumsily under your arms, yes?"

Your stomach clenched at the cool, casual confidence in his voice.

His head dipped lower, lips brushing just past your ear.

"But no one's ever been gentle with you, have they?"

The implication landed hot in your stomach. With that tone, he definitely wasn't just talking about tickling.

"I don’t need gentle," you gritted out, feeling the heat creep up your neck.

Loki hummed again. And then -

A single touch.

Soft. Featherlight. Unfamiliar.

A slow, wandering drag of fingertips under the hem of your shirt, gliding over your side with aching delicacy.

An involuntary shudder rippled through you, sparkling sensation travelling up your neck, down your hip.

Your breath hitched.

Loki’s low chuckle vibrated against your back.

“Oh, my. Was that a reaction?"

You tested your wrist again, his grip didn’t budge. Iron.

“I-” You wet your lips, breathing out a nervous chuckle. Steady... “If this is tickling, why do people react to it so violently? Sam practically-”

The words died in your throat as his fingers slipped higher.

A slow, agonisingly light scratching at your ribcage.

Your body shifted before you even realised. Some strange, new sensation bloomed alive beneath your skin - an almost electric tingle, sharp and shivery, not... uncomfortable but not something you could control.

You winced, feeling your own muscles betray you, your arm instinctively trying to pull down. Your brow furrowed.

Silence from the others.

Your pulse pounded as you turned your head and met their confused stares and raised brows.

Loki’s voice dipped lower. “Tell me,” he whispered, dark and taunting, “what do you feel?”

You swallowed. Your breath was unsteady. “I don’t know, I-”

You barely got the words out before his fingers slipped higher, that damnably light touch moving quicker, scraping against your skin and nerves-

A sensation erupted.

Your body jerked.

A strangled noise caught in your throat - somewhere between a gasp and a sound you’d never made before - bubbling up.

No.

No fucking way.

Your fingers dug into the mat. Heat roared through your veins, panic flickering, because something strange was happening. Your body was reacting. Your breath hitching, catching, some kind of force simmering deep in your lungs-

“What the hell are you doing to me?” you demanded, voice breathless, confused, desperate.

Loki only laughed, dark and rich, and said, “Proving a point.”

And then he picked up the speed.

A choked, gasping giggle burst out of you before you could stop it.

Your eyes widened.

The others on the sidelines looked gobsmacked.

The sensation grew, intensified, as Loki’s fingers didn’t stop.

You twisted violently, struggling under him, but his weight was unforgiving, his grip relentless.

Your lips parted, a stream of breathless giggles slipping free.

Oh, fuck.

Your body shuddered as his fingers skimmed higher, up to the skin stretched over the centre of your ribcage-

Your head hit the mat as laughter was yanked out of you. Your legs kicked, trying to gain traction, but Loki only chuckled at your useless attempts.

“Wait- fucking- you-"

“Well,” Loki purred, so fucking pleased with himself, “Not ticklish, was it?”

The laughter ripped through your throat, unrelenting, spilling out in gasping waves as Loki’s damnable fingers continued their excruciatingly light torment. The others on the sidelines cheered in pure delight as you laughed and laughed and twisted and squirmed.

But there was no escape.

No amount of tensing, no desperate attempts to throw him off, could do anything against his sheer strength and control. His weight pressed you into the mat, keeping you exactly where he wanted, his hand moving with deadly precision - every stroke of his fingertips dragging something shivery and unbearable from your skin.

Bucky's surprised scoff cut across your struggling. "Well I'll be."

"All this time, huh?" Steve huffed a laugh through his nose.

"Oh, you are definitely getting it from me," Sam's chortling threat made you turn your head away, back to where only Loki could see your profile.

Gods, Loki.

This wasn’t the clumsy, forceful jabbing of a sparring partner trying to elicit a reaction.

This... this was deliberate. Skilled. Loki had found something new in you, and he was taking his time exploring it.

And the worst part?

The heat.

The deep, simmering pull in your stomach had nothing to do with his magic and everything to do with the way his body pinned yours, the warmth of his breath, the slow, dangerous way he was learning you.

You were done for.

“Now,” Loki called to the others, voice smooth and pleased and maddeningly composed over your breathless gasps, “what exactly should I be dishing out punishment for? As long as you all have tales of her misdeeds…”

His fingers fluttered along your ribs, light and delicate, dragging over the hyper-sensitive skin. Your body seized with a squeal, then a sharp, gasping laugh.

“…I’ll keep going.”

The traitorous bastards on the sidelines did not hesitate.

“How much time you got?” Sam called, laughing.

"She replaced the protein powder with flour," Bucky offered. "Had us all drinking sludge in our shakes for days until we realised."

Loki hummed in amusement. "Clever." His fingers never stopped - the feathery, unbearable strokes at your lower ribs making your body tremble under him.

"Last week she convinced Thor that the Alexa was not only a real person, but 'Midgard's Only Goddess.'" Sam snorted. "Had Thor trying to win her favour for hours."

Loki chuckled, shaking his head as though deeply ashamed of you. His fingers slid higher up your ribs, the change in focus so sudden it made your breath hitch violently - your body arching before you could stop it.

"Oh, that’s good," Sam laughed. "Keep her goin', we got more."

"She told the new recruits that I get my hair done at a salon called ‘Thunder Struck,’" Thor added, betrayal in his voice. "The rumours-"

"-are completely true," you gasped, still somehow defiant through the breathless laughter spilling out of you.

Loki sighed in faux fatigue. "A habitual liar, too. Unfortunate." His fingers shifted again, this time creeping into the soft space under your arm-

Your laughter folded into silence.

A sharp, breathless inhale was all you could manage, body seizing as your nerves exploded with sensation. Your free hand slammed into the mat, trying to brace yourself.

Loki noticed.

“Oh,” he purred, sounding far too satisfied. His fingers didn’t move, just rested there, as if savouring the way you tensed beneath him. “I see.”

Your eyes widened. Somehow, you knew what was coming.

“I believe,” he murmured darkly, “I’ve found the perfect place for my discipline.”

His fingers twitched.

A sharp, shuddering noise burst out of you.

Then he started moving.

Slow. Dragging.

Your body jolted before you could stop it, a sharp, helpless squirm beneath him. Your breath hitched violently in your throat, trying to hold in the laughter- you couldn’t let him win-

His fingers curled against your skin in a perfectly devastating way, grazing soft circles in the deepest, most vulnerable part of that untouched nerve space, and the laughter broke out of you in an uncontrollable rush.

Loki sighed, as if he were so terribly disappointed.

“What was it you called me last week?” he mused, tracing, scratching, slow, taunting circles over every tormenting inch. “Ah, yes - ‘horny Shakespeare?’”

You shrieked. Your trapped hand trembling into a fist, tears of mirth threatening hot behind your eyes.

The others roared with laughter.

“Or was it-” He shifted, pressing in closer, lips brushing against your burning ear, voice dripping with amusement, “-‘overgrown magician with daddy issues’?”

You shrieked again, laughter breaking apart into gasping, desperate protests.

“Oh, I rather like this one-” His fingers swirled, still unbearably light, sweeping quickly over the taut skin. “You said I ‘probably cry after sex.’”

“I TAKE IT BACK-”

Loki laughed, dark and dangerous, sitting back up as his fingers scraped gently, just enough to send fire through your nerves, to make your laughter break, to send your legs kicking uselessly against the mat.

"Ah, and my favourite," Loki continued, relentless, "-you looked me dead in the eyes, in front of the entire team, and asked me if my horns were, in fact, just overcompensation for something far more-"

He was cut off when his fingers stroked, just so, against the place just below your arm where your ribcage ended, and laughter tore through you, something wrecked in your voice, your body shaking against his.

"Oh, you didn't like that, did you?" he soothed in mock sympathy before his voice gave way to a dark, sensuous chuckle.

"Loki- PLEASE!"

You had never begged before.

But you'd never been ticklish before.

And Loki - Loki fucking knew.

His chuckle returned as his hand slowed to a stop, fingers still perched threateningly as your ragged breath expelled beneath him.

"Did you hear that, gentlemen?" Your chest heaved, body shaking from the sheer force of it all, something deeply unsettled in your bones as his palm smoothed down your side, lingering before his fingers tightened at your hip, his grip possessive. "I do believe our dear girl has finally learned some manners."

Your entire body burned.

Then, Loki pushed off, moving effortlessly to his feet as if the last five minutes hadn’t utterly destroyed you.

True to his word, he hadn't broken a sweat.

You barely managed to push yourself onto your knees, your body unsteady, your breathing still laboured.

"Wait, hold up," Sam interrupted, holding a hand towards you. "Loki, you gotta show us how to do that."

Loki stiffened. It was barely noticeable. A flicker. A shift in the air.

And then - smooth as ever, with an icy calm that sent a clear warning, "I used magic," he said, holding up a hand with fingertips glowing green. "You are not capable, and you should not try."

You looked up, saw the chilled death in his stare that bored into Sam.

Liar.

That's why he chose to test the side no one else can see; he didn't want anyone else knowing how to undo you.

And everyone knew it. The implication was clear:

Back off.

Sam held up his hands immediately. "Alright, damn. Not trying to start an intergalactic incident."

The tension in the room eased as you caught your breath, but the tension inside you only burned hotter.

Loki turned and met your gaze with something solemn in his expression, something dark and wanting... protective.

Something only for you.

And fuck, you were both done for.

.

It’s just water. 

It’s just a flash. 

It’s just noise. 

Over and over, you repeat those three phrases. Your therapist said it might help when a storm passes through. Sometimes, the rain is calm and it just takes a few deep breaths for your nervous system to regulate.  

It’s just water. 

Then, the wind blows and knocks the tree branches against your window. Or in your case since you moved into the tower, it makes the building feel like it’s swaying. Lightning flashes bright, like a flash bang, and blinds you for just a moment.  

It’s just a flash. 

Seconds later, thunder echoes through your room, shaking the walls. The sound is deafening. It sends a chill down your spine and your heart starts racing. Why is it so loud? 

It is just noise. 

When you lived back home, you had your mom to help you through a storm. You knew it was silly – an adult woman seeking her mother out during a thunderstorm – but she always provided you with a sense of calmness and it truly helped. 

You didn’t really have anyone here. 

Well, that’s not entirely true. You had people you could always go to about things. You’d go to Nat when you needed advice on a certain combat move. You could always talk to Bruce about science because it has fascinated you since you were a little kid. You even had conversations with Tony about kids and how being a parent changed him. 

But this? You had no one to go to about this. A hardened Shield Agent terrified of thunder and lightning... absolutely embarrassing. 

You couldn’t even really pinpoint when the fear manifested itself. You supposed it happened when a tree was struck in your backyard, crashing down on your neighbor’s house. 180 degrees in the opposite direction and it could have been your home.  

It might have been when a particular thunderstorm caused a tornado to slice through your town when you were 8, stealing the lives of hundreds. It was hard to determine when this phobia of yours stuck, but it didn’t matter. Even in your late 20’s, rainstorms still felt as though some God out there had his hand around your throat. 

Giving up on sleep for the time being, you swung your legs off your bed, wrapped yourself in your comfort fleece blanket and padded your way to the door of your room. It was past midnight, close to the witching hour, so you knew your teammates were most likely fast asleep. Quietly, you opened your door and peeked out into the hallway, noting how quiet it was out there despite the storm raging right outside your window. 

You shut your door behind you and made your way to the common room. That room was your favorite place in the entire tower. You liked the gym, the lab, and your own room, of course, but the common room was made of the most memories – the best memories. Thoughts of late-night movies and playing video games pulsed in your head as you sank into the couch, attempting to drown out the storm. 

It’s just water. 

It’s just a flash. 

It’s just noise. 

Another loud crack boomed through the building and you fought tears from spilling onto your cheeks. It was times like these when you really missed your mom. You didn’t want to call her, though. She’d already be in bed and honestly, she’d probably chastise you for calling because of this and not because you just wanted to talk to her. 

Lightning flashed through the window and you counted to 3, waiting for the boom. Thunder struck and you felt the floor shake beneath you. Then, anxiety took over. What if the thunder was enough to shake the entire tower, sending it crashing to the ground? What if this thunderstorm was how you died? Not a villain, not old age, but a storm that swept you away. 

What if, what if, what if? 

Those thoughts spun around your mind and the tears you tried so hard to keep at bay raced down your cheeks. A quiet sob racked your chest as you prayed to anyone, whatever God that could hear you, that the storm would pass sooner rather than later.  

“Are you alright?” 

A deep, timbre voice came from behind you, the English accent giving him away immediately. You sniffled, wiping your cheeks quickly before turning your head to look up at the tall demigod. “Gosh, uh, yeah, I’m fine.” You gave him a small smile.  

Loki cocked an eyebrow, clearly noticing that you were, in fact, not alright. He rounded the couch and took the seat at the other end. 

“Sorry,” you apologized, “I didn’t think anyone would be up this late.” You pulled your blanket up to your chin, averting your eyes away from him. 

You wouldn’t say you and Loki were friends. Acquaintances or co-workers, more like. He accompanied you and the rest of the team on missions, and you passed him in hallways or in the training room. But other than that, you rarely saw or spoke to him. He preferred to subject himself to solitude in his own room. 

“I am usually up at this hour. I don’t sleep much,” Loki replied. “I come in here once everyone else has gone to sleep. It’s quiet and tolerable.” 

You nodded in understanding. This is your favorite room because it’s where most people spend their time. It’s only Loki’s favorite room when it’s been vacated, leaving nothing but silence in its wake.  

Realizing you were interrupting his nightly routine, you cleared your throat and made to stand. “Well, I’m sorry for intruding, then. Have a good night.” 

“I don’t mind if you stay, Agent,” Loki said before you could fully stand up from the couch. You were taken aback by the quickness of his response, a slight scrunch of your forehead as you turned to look at him. “I was the one who intruded on you, after all.” 

Despite wanting to say something, anything at all, you were shocked into silence. This was probably the most he’d ever spoken to you outside of a mission, and... Gods it was so out of character for the man you’d known for close to a year.  

Loki took your silence as rejection, however, and stood just as quick as he sat down. “Actually, I’ll retreat back to my room for the night,” he said, giving you a tight grin. “Good night, Agent.” 

The second he turned to walk out, lightning lit up the room, casting shadows on furniture and on Loki himself. Thunder would strike any moment and honestly, you didn’t care how desperate you sounded when you turned and grabbed his wrist before he could exit the room and said, “Stay. Please.” 

Crack. 

You closed your eyes and tightened your grip for the duration of the noise, removing your hand completely from the God once it was quiet again. “I’m sorry, I –” 

“You apologize more often than the average Midgardian,” Loki observed. You knew that to be true. It was one of your bad habits. You would always apologize for things that weren’t even your fault. Loki huffed out a laugh and made his way back to the seat he previously vacated. 

“Sor- ah, it’s just a thing I do,” you shrugged, shifting back down to the couch and pulling the blanket up to your chin once again. 

Raindrops you were sure were the size of golf balls pelted against the window, and you fought not to flinch.  

It’s just water. 

“Are you sure you’re alright? It seems like something is bothering you.” Loki tilted his head. Not to embarrass yourself further, you nodded and grinned. 

“I’m alright. Just can’t sleep.” 

“Why ever not?” 

Loki’s questions toed the line between just being curious and attempting to pull information out of you. Not that you would particularly mind, but you barely know him. You haven’t even trusted your actual friends with the fact that you’re scared of thunderstorms, let alone the God of Mischief.  

Flash. 

Your eyes quickly looked toward the window and then back to Loki. “It’s, uh, hard to explain.” 

Boom. 

Your fingers tightened around the blanket, squeezing as tight as you possibly can without drawing attention to yourself. 

“Try me,” Loki said, turning his body more towards you. “I’m a great listener of other people’s issues.” 

You laughed quietly, “You learn that from experience?” You found Loki to be a breath of fresh air, honestly. His demeanor made it hard to approach him, so you refrained from talking to him unless it was about something work related. But here he was, sitting with you – next to you, even though there were multiple other chairs in the room – and asking you to confide in him. 

It was uncharacteristic for him, but you found that you didn’t mind. 

“My dear brother always has something to talk to me about, and while I never really care about any of his issues, I don’t mind listening to yours,” Loki said honestly. “You seem much more fascinating.” 

“There is no possible way I am more interesting than your brother. He’s, like, thousands of years old and has an infinite amount of stories to tell,” you chuckled.  

“And I’ve heard them all many-a-time. Yours, I have not heard, so...” Loki nodded his head and gestured toward you as if to say, ‘get on with it.’ Your heart wanted to tell him. Your heart essentially was begging you to tell him about your fear of storms just so that the weight of keeping it a secret could be set free. But your head, stronger than your heart, wouldn’t let you. 

Your brain was convinced that telling anyone, other than those who already knew, would set you up for a world full of hurt and disappointment. You couldn’t help but think of the inevitable look on Loki’s face when you finally admit it. How embarrassing it must be to fear something so... meek. So, as the thunder crackled outside, you pulled your comfort blanket up even higher and sighed. 

“I just have trouble sleeping sometimes. That’s all.” 

Loki clearly didn’t like that answer because he shifted his body more towards you and leveled you with an icy stare. Not one of meanness or dislike, but more of knowing you were hiding something from him. “Darling, along with being the God of Mischief, I am also the God of Lies. Do you truly believe that I don’t know you’re keeping information from me?” 

The nickname, mixed with his calling out of you, set your cheeks on fire. You cursed your blanket for not being large enough to cover your entire body, including your head. Why did he care? The thought of any answer to that question made your entire body tingle, and you begged the couch to swallow you whole. 

Loki, ever perceptive, took notice immediately. “Now, how am I to even see you with this ridiculous blanket covering half of your face?” He asked incredulously, reaching his hand out to grab it. “I’m trying to get to know you.” 

As his hand made contact with the blanket, it also made contact with your right foot. His thumb grazed your sole as he tried to take the blanket off of you. Involuntarily, you squeaked and pulled your foot into yourself so quickly that if you were to blink, you could have missed it all together. 

You shot your arm out and grasped your blanket, hugging it to yourself like it was your only vice and instinctively covering all of your vulnerable areas. You could not believe the turn of events here. First, the man who lived a few doors down from you, but you still somehow never see wandered into the same room and sat with you. Then, that same man offered to sit there and listen to your anxious feelings. Now, you’re sitting across from that man, who’s known as the God of Mischief, and he’s just found out that you’re ticklish. 

What happened in seconds truly felt like hours. Loki’s eyes locked with yours and the smallest smirk appeared on his features. You may not know him well, but you know what that smirk means.  

Before you could even make to stand, Loki reached across the sofa and wrapped his hand around your ankle, pulling it toward him and in return, sliding your body down the couch. Your gasp was silenced by the crack of thunder; the kind of thunder you’d usually be afraid of. You couldn’t think of that, now. Now, you were nervously giggling and trying to figure out how in the hell you got yourself into this situation. 

“This ought to be an incentive for you to tell me, hm?” Loki pondered as he held onto your ankle with an iron grip, while making sure not to hurt you. He rubbed his thumb against the sole of your foot again and you curled your toes, attempting to wrench your foot from his grip.  

“Loki! Wahait!” You whisper-yelled, knowing the entire team was fast asleep just a few meters down the hallway. If Loki started tickling you, it would take everything in you not to laugh and wake everyone in the corridor. “I’m going to wake everyone up!” 

“No matter,” he quickly replied, flourishing his hand. You watched in horror, or maybe awe, as the walls of the common room turned a shade of green with a yellow tint to it. “It is completely soundproof. You’re welcome.” 

With that, he scratched two fingers right below the ball of your socked foot, sending you straight into hysterics. It has been a very long time since anyone has tickled you. You suspected it was when you were with your ex-lover, which was over a decade ago. Definitely not since you joined SHIELD and the Avengers. 

But you knew every single spot that made you want to crawl out of your skin. So did Loki, apparently because he was taking you apart with just a few fingers. 

“Now, we can do this your way or my way. Tell me what I want to know.” 

You did everything you could to pull your foot from Loki’s grasp, but he held tight, tickling you within an inch of your life. “Nohoho! Dahamn it!” 

“No?” Loki repeated, knowing it’s not what you meant to say. He grabbed ahold of your other leg, pulling it out and turning around to place both of your feet into the crook of his elbow. “My way, it is.” 

You felt 5 fingers begin scratching all over your feet and you screamed, “OKAHAY! LOKI, WAIT!” 

The God halted promptly and turned his head to look back at you with that same adorning smirk on his face. You felt your heartbeat increase as you let out residual laughs and you couldn’t tell if it was from the attack or if it was just because you never noticed how blue Loki’s eyes are. “I’m waiting.” 

“You - I just...” You stuttered out, clearly flustered that you were even in this predicament to begin with. How did it go from an awkward encounter to this? The weirdest part of it all was that you didn’t feel uncomfortable. Even though your interactions with Loki before today were slim, it still felt as though he was someone you could tell every secret to and he’d keep it until his dying breath. “This is so unfair, you know!” 

Loki nodded and released your feet from his grasp and damn it; you were a little disappointed. You snatched your legs away from him, though, to keep up with the illusion. “And why is that? I merely provided you with an incentive and you chose not to take it.” 

“Well, I don’t just tell my secrets to everyone!” 

“Ah, so there is a secret you insist on keeping from me. Some people would find that quite rude, you know.” Loki said, then basically pounced on you, pinning you to the couch and kneading his fingers into your sides right above your hips. You let out a giggly scream and shot your hands down to his wrists out of instinct. “I was willing to listen to you if you needed someone to talk to, but I suppose you just need a simple distraction.” 

Loki’s fingers squeezed fast as he moved from your sides up to your ribs, making your back completely arch off the couch. “I-hi cahan’t, pleHEASE!”  

Your laughter pitched up as he dug into the bones, and your arms slammed down on top of his hands, keeping them pinned. “Oh, dear, this is quite the weak spot you have,” Loki pondered. He wiggled his hands up a bit higher and scratched at your upper ribs where they met your underarm. At that point, you had lost it.  

“OKAHAHAY! I’LL TEHELL YOU!” Your laughter went completely silent and you stopped thrashing. Your body went limp and would only twitch if Loki hit a particularly sensitive area. He noticed you were tiring, so he did remove his hands from your torso, watching you with a smile as you came down from your giggle fit. 

“Gods, Loki...” You said with a wheeze. “Do you normally go around tickling people you barely know when you don’t get what you want?” 

He placed a gentle hand on your knee, rubbing his thumb across your bare skin. Goosebumps rose in his wake and you were thankful you put on shorts to sleep in. His eyes met yours as he said, “Only those who I’ve come to care about.” 

You blinked in shock. Loki cared about you? For the year you’d co-habited in the tower, it was clear that you two rarely ever interacted. There were times on a mission or two and during a training session. Maybe even a simple sentence as you passed each other in the hallway. So, when did he take the time to show that he cared. Why did he even care at all? 

Your silence prompted him to speak again. “There are few people in this realm that... intrigue me. Since leaving my home and having to stay here, I’ve been distant, angry.” Loki’s eyes never left yours. He made sure he was speaking to you, not around you. He wanted you to understand. “It can be difficult to exist or want to exist when those around you are watching your every move and you’re under scrutiny because of the hardships of your past.” 

His admittance encouraged you to reach for the hand that was rubbing your knee, wrapping your fingers around his. “Not me.” 

The laugh he made was more of a huff through his nose. Uncharacteristically, without hesitation, he laced his fingers through yours and in an instant, you felt warmer. Not just your hand, but your entire body. 

“Not you, no,” Loki repeated. “You watch me for different reasons.” 

A soft blush rose to your cheeks, and you finally averted your eyes away from his. Even though communication between the two of you was essentially non-existent, it never stopped you from stealing glances and watching him curiously. You wanted to know more about him. He intrigued you, too.  

Still, you berated yourself for not noticing that he was making those same glances over at you. An entire year passed by and you had no idea that he seemingly had feelings for you. It only made you wish you could go back in time and change the way your interactions with him had gone. If you had talked to him more or if you had smiled at him more, maybe things would be different. 

“Sorry,” you whispered.  

Loki pulled his hands from yours and latched them onto that insanely sensitive muscle right above your knees, squeezing it as you fell back into boisterous laughter. “Again, with the unnecessary apologizing, tsk.”  

“WAHAIT! I’m sohorry!” You said in between laughs, cursing when you realized you had said it again. In response, Loki pinched faster and moved his left hand to reach for your belly, vibrating his fingers there. “Noho, okay! I won’t sahay it anymohohore! ProHOMISE!” 

He halted tickling you, looking at you with a genuine grin as you caught your breath once more. “This weakness of yours is extremely endearing.” 

You playfully glared at him, shifting back to your original position against the arm of the sofa. As the air around you became silent once again, the weight of the conversation you were having settled around you. If Loki could admit that he seemed to have feelings for you, something you’re sure he’s only done a handful of times in his thousand-year life, you could most certainly confide in him and tell him the secret you keep close to your chest. 

“The reason I can’t sleep, or I guess the reason I’m even out here at all, is because of the storm,” You mumbled, pulling that fleece blanked back over you as you remembered how terrified you were just 10 minutes before this. “Thunderstorms scare me. They always have and I think they always will.” 

Loki had a joke about his brother right on the tip of his tongue, but he refrained from saying it and instead, nodded as his hand found your leg again through the light pink blanket. “I know.” 

“You... what?” Raising an eyebrow, you showed confusion on your features. You’d never told anyone about your phobia of storms, only your mom and your friend from back home. How could he have possibly known. 

“As I said, you intrigue me,” Loki continued. “I am also very perceptive. I caught on during our second mission together in Budapest during that awful thunderstorm where we had to lie in wait outside.” 

You remembered that mission clearly. It nearly caused you to suffer from a panic attack and remove yourself from the team indefinitely. You thought back to the rain mixing in with your silent tears and as you prayed for it to end, it did only seconds later.  

“That mission happened almost a year ago,” Your voice quivered through a soft whisper. “Were you the one that made it stop?” 

He shook his head. “I don’t have that power, but my brother – he did it without question once I asked.”  

Unashamedly, more tears spilled over to race down the apples of your cheeks. It was a silent cry, but one that racked through your body with full force. Loki did that for you. He knew about your fear and he calmed the storm for you. He watched you and he took notice of the one thing that made you feel insignificant and weak, and he unknowingly helped you through it that day. 

“Tell me, darling, look outside and tell me what you see.” 

You wiped your eyes and did as you were asked, turning your head to look at the window in the common room. Rain continued hitting the glass and then, you saw a bright flash of light. 

“A storm,” You replied, a shiver racing down your spine. 

“Now, what do you hear?” Loki asked, squeezing your leg fondly to keep from tickling you. You closed your eyes and listened. The rustle of the blanket against the couch as you shifted, Loki’s deep breathing, your own heartbeat pounding in your ears.  

Silence. 

Opening your glossy eyes, they met Loki’s, the God of Lies, and you’d be damned if they weren’t the most beautiful and honest eyes you’d ever looked into. It dawned on you, then. 

He knew about your fear. He heard you slink out of your room and past his own to get to the common room. He came to check on you and when he saw you break from the anxiety of it all, he turned down the noise. 

He may not be the God of Thunder, and he may not be able to make it stop, but Loki could do other wonderful things to help you battle this phobia. 

“Completely soundproof,” Loki said, repeating his sentence from earlier with a different meaning behind it. “You’re welcome.” 

The tiniest smile graced your features as you reached back out to touch his cold, yet silky soft skin. “People are so wrong about you.” 

Loki picked up your hand and brought it to his lips, placing a kiss on the back of it. Tingles spread throughout your body, and a pleasurable feeling settled in your bones. “No, they are right in thinking what they do. I just don’t let anyone see this side of me.” 

“Yet here you are.” 

“Here I am,” He pondered. He, too, took a second to look out of the window at the rain sliding down the glass. It was a particularly bad storm for New York and how he wished he could possess his brother’s powers even just for a moment. “You need not be afraid to come to me about this, you know. Even if I hadn’t noticed or taken a liking to you, I would have done it for you. No one should have to live in fear every time it rains.” 

“Taken a liking to me, huh?” You teased him. He responded with a fluttering of fingers at the foot closest to his free hand. Squeaking, you moved your foot in the same way you had when he first tickled you. 

“It’s not wise to antagonize the God of Mischief,” Loki smirked. With a playful roll of your eyes, you sat up to position your body in a way that was a bit closer to him. 

“I’m sure I’ll have plenty of chances to figure out exactly what you mean by that.” You leaned your head against his shoulder, still cuddled up in your blanket. “Thank you, Loki.” 

He threw his arm around your shoulders, tugging you closer. You could hear his heartbeat through his soft shirt and as the silence lingered on, you were lulled to sleep. 

"This is beneath me," you muttered under your breath, dodging past a reinforced door that you knew led to the sparring room. Honestly, you were just trying to convince yourself that you hadn't really done something that bad. "God of Mischief, my ass... more like the God of Overreacting."

The truth was, you had gone too far this time. It hadn't been your finest idea to grab a can of bright red spray paint from Tony's workshop and leave taunting graffiti all over Loki's prized cloak while he'd been distracted in the library. "Christmas colors are in fashion on Asgard! Red beats green any day!" You'd even doodled crude stick figures of Thor hammering Loki into the ground.

It was glorious... up until he found it.

Now, with every corner you turned, you swore you could hear his voice slithering through the air.

"Run faster, little mortal. I do enjoy a good chase."

You swore and pushed harder, clutching the last of your throwing knives in one hand. Your usual armament of rifles didn't exactly help at point-blank range, and right now, you'd give just about anything for some more distance between you and Loki Laufeyson.

You slid into the training room, boots skidding on polished flooring. Slamming the door shut, you pressed your back against it, chest heaving. Maybe, just maybe, you'd bought yourself a few seconds.

The overhead lights flickered.

A ripple spread across the room, and your stomach plummeted. Loki's illusions shimmered into existence, four of him at once, each smirking with the same infuriating grin. They fanned out to block the exits, long green coats (still stained with streaks of your red paint, to your satisfaction) swishing dramatically.

"Well, well," one of them drawled. "Cornered already?

"I thought you had more fight left in you."

"You really should've chosen blue. Red is such an obvious cry for attention."

The fourth chimed in, wagging a finger. "And on my cloak? Naughty, naughty..."

You gritted your teeth and hurled the knife at the closest version of him. It sliced through empty air as the illusion dispersed like mist.

"Cheap tricks," you spat, yanking another blade from your belt.

"From me?" His voice slithered behind you, low and amused. "My tricks are just fine."

Before you could spin, icy fingers clamped around your wrist, twisting the knife neatly from your grasp.

You cursed, thrashing, but in a heartbeat, glowing green tendrils of seiðr wrapped around your arms, dragging them above your head and fixing them to thin air as though chained to an invisible post. Your knives clattered uselessly to the floor. Loki stepped smoothly in front of you, emerald eyes glittering, lips curled into a grin that spelled nothing but trouble for you. Poor thing.

His ruined cloak still bore your graffiti, an obscene red smiley face sprayed right over his chest, but somehow, that only made him look more menacing. Your grave error stared you in the face along with its consequences.

"Well, look at you now," he purred, circling. "My little vandal caught red-handed. Quite literally." His gaze flicked down at the paint streaks still dried onto your gloves.

You tried to steady your voice, but panic set in fast. "L-Loki, I-I'm sorry, okay? It was just a joke, really-"

"Oh?" His brows lifted, his words laced with mock surprise. "An apology? That quickly? Well, I haven't even started." He pinched your chin and leaned in close, nose inches from yours, voice dropping to a silken whisper as he glared at you spitefully. "Do you know what victory smells like? It smells like fear."

Your chest tightened as he lifted a hand and flexed his fingers ominously.

"No, wait- hang on, let's just talk about this-!"

The first squeeze landed on your ribs, sharp and sudden. You bucked against the bindings with a yelp that instantly cracked into helpless laughter.

"L-LoHoHohOki, doHohoHOOn't-!!"

He chuckled darkly, dragging his fingers up your sides with excruciating slowness, pausing at every flinch, every squeak. "Mmm. Yes. There it is. A delightful sound. You sound almost cheerful for someone about to be undone."

You twisted, shaking your head, but the seiðr held tight. He slipped his hands under your arms, spidering maddeningly light touches into your underarms until you threw your head back, giggles bursting uncontrollably.

"Oh, that's a lovely reaction," Loki mused. "So sharp here, but softer-" He abruptly squeezed at your waist, and you shrieked. "-ahhh, there it is. Such honesty in the language of laughter."

You kicked wildly, trying to curl forward, but he only pushed your arms higher overhead with another flick of magic, exposing you more.

"P-PLEHEHEHEHehHEASe!" you gasped, tears of laughter already springing to your eyes. "IhIHihIHI sHAahhahaId IhihIHI wHhahahas soHohOhorry!!"

"You think that makes up for what you've done?" His smirk widened as he dove mercilessly back into your ribs, scribbling fast until your body convulsed with laughter. "Oh, my dear Y/N, I will paint my vengeance across your nerves until you beg me for mercy."

Your apologies only spilled faster, tumbling between broken laughter, which seemed to fuel his delight all the more.

"Beg louder," he teased, tone silken as his hands darted for your hips. "You've only just started amusing me."

Your head whipped side to side as Loki's fingers danced wickedly over your torso, tracing every seam in your combat gear.

"Such desperation," he murmured, voice syrupy with mischief. "But which is worse for you, hmm?" His hands slowed, deliberately testing. First, maddening wiggles in your underarms that left you hiccuping with giggles. Then a sudden squeeze at your knee that sent your laughter pitching up into shrieks.

"Aha~!" he crowed, triumphant. "The knee, then. My little hero cannot keep their composure."

You gasped through laughter, trying to twist away. "IHIhiHiHI'm NohOhOt- IhiHihI'm NohohoT liHihIHIttle!!"

"Oh, you are compared to me." His smirk was sharper than knives. He leaned close enough for his breath to brush your ear. "And look at that face. You don't have your mask to hide behind, none of your usual stoic calm. Just flushed cheeks and that delightful smile you try so hard to bury."

You squeezed your eyes shut and tried to conceal your face in your arm, but that only made his chuckle deepen. "Oh no, don't you dare hide from me. I'll pry every expression out of you, every laugh, until you admit just how much I own you in this moment."

Your apologies spilled out between giggles, frantic and breathless, but Loki only seemed to savor them like a horn of Asgardian ale.

"Right. Enough fumbling about," Loki declared, and with a wave of seiðr, glowing green hands bloomed from thin air, shimmering duplicates that clamped around your ankles, pulling you taut. They tickled in tandem with his real ones, scribbling mercilessly on your soles.

You screamed with laughter, thrashing around wildly, but the magic held you suspended like a helpless marionette.

"Magnificent," Loki said, eyes glittering. "Such a mighty hero reduced to nothing but laughter when I so choose. Does it tickle more when I tease..." the conjured hands dragged lazy spirals along your arches, "...or when I torment?" He lunged back into your ribs with both hands, squeezing mercilessly.

You nearly choked on your own giggles, tears streaking your cheeks. "L-LOhOhOhOKI!! IHiHihi cahahAHahnt-!"

"Oh, you can." He tilted his head, grin sharp and gleeful. "You'll laugh until I decide otherwise."

The tempo shifted constantly, slow, feather-light touches that drove you mad with anticipation, then sudden vicious squeezes that left you shrieking. Loki hummed under his breath, as though testing an instrument. "Yes... This spot here sings the sweetest," he muttered, clawing at your sides. "But here-" his fingers pinched lightly at your hips and you let out a squeal so sharp he laughed aloud, "-oh, that's worth repeating~."

"IHIHI'LL NEHEHEVER- NEHEHEVER TOUHUHUCH YOUHUHUR CLOHOHOAK AGAHAHAIN!!" you gasped between peals of laughter. "IHIHI'LL- IHIHI'LL EVEEHEHEN POHOHOLISH YOUHUHUR BOOHOOTS- JUHUHUST STOHOHOP!"

Loki's eyes lit with malicious amusement. "Polish my boots? How quaint. You think your petty chores will buy my mercy?" He leaned in close, brushing a single finger under your chin, making you giggle despite the fleeting touch. "No, no, little mortal. Your laughter is worth far more than any groveling."

He dipped to your ear, whispering so softly it made your stomach flip even as you laughed helplessly. "So fragile for someone who calls themselves a warrior. So very easy to undo." His hands darted back to your underarms, and you broke into unrestrained cackles.

"P-pLEEHehEHASE, IhIhI MEhEHEHAN IhIHIHIT!" you begged. "IHIHI'LL DOOHOHOOO AHAHANYTHIHIHING!!"

"Anything?" Loki echoed, savoring the word. He tickled more slowly now, deliberate and cruel, making you gasp between each laugh. "Then admit to me that you are mine to play with."

Through hiccupy giggles, you choked out, "IhihIHI- IHiHII'M YOUHUHURS!! JUHUHUHUHUST STOHOHOHOHOP-!!!"

"Lovely," he purred, though his fingers never faltered.

At last, after what felt like hours but could only have been minutes, the green bindings dissolved. Your body dropped in a heap onto the floor, limbs trembling, lungs gasping for air. You curled onto your side, giggling uncontrollably as the aftershocks rippled through you.

Loki stood above, utterly composed, not a hair out of place, though the crimson graffiti still marred his cloak in bold streaks. He regarded you with cool satisfaction, like a cat who had toyed with a mouse until it lay too exhausted to flee.

"I-Ihihihihi'll wahahahsh ihihit!!" you blurted through lingering laughter, still sprawled on the floor. "Ihihihi swehehehear, Ihihihi'll wahahash the pahaint out... cleheheaner than befohohore... untihihihil it shihines like it's nehehew... juhust plehehease dohohon't... dohohohon't..." A helpless giggle cut you off, leaving you breathless.

Loki smirked, tilting his head. "That will be good, for a start."

With a theatrical swirl of his ruined cloak, he turned and strode from the room, leaving you sprawled on the training floor, breathless, aching, and very aware of your poor life choices.

A few minutes later, the door hissed open again, and you turned your head to see Sam and Bucky walking in with their duffel bags of equipment. They took one look at you and chuckled.

"Yeah," Sam nodded, "Training's like that some days."

Bucky grinned, bending down to ruffle your hair. "It gets easier with time."

"Wh-" You furrowed your brows, then understood. They thought you were totally wiped from a workout. Yes. Okay. Alright, you could work with this. "Y-yeah, those uhm... those lunges were killer."

The two men ahh-ed with understanding.

"You should have stretched first," Sam told you.

"-should have stretched first," Bucky said, a few seconds behind. He pursed his lips and gently hit Sam in the shoulder for saying it first.

"Y-yeheah, I'll do better next time..." you whined softly, although your meaning was different from what they thought. One thing's for sure, you weren't gonna pull a stunt like that on Loki again...

- First things first, let's define "inappropriate times."

- Serious team meetings? Check! When someone is scolding you for messing up? Check! When someone is scolding you for messing up during a serious team meeting? Well, yes, check! You get the gist.

- Loki, and all his coolness, would never dream of making such a mistake. He can keep his calm and suave game face on most of the time.

- When he catches you giggling to yourself and obviously failing to hold it back, it can go one of two ways.

- One is that he leans over right there, with a swift poke to the side, whispering into your ear: "Oh, honestly, get a grip on yourself. You can't actually think that this is funny, do you?"

- He is not ONLY making that giggling problem of yours like, a million times worse, he is also teasing you for something you can't help!

- This is already really up Loki's alley.

- The other way is that he gives you a weird look from across the room, and if you know Loki, that's pretty much a polite way of saying "Hey, so you're dead later! Just so you know!"

- As SOON as you're away from that spot he is going to be all like: "So what was THAT about?"

- And proceed to happily watch you try to stutter out your explanation as he nods along in the most condescending fashion. Who knew one could be such a jerk just by NODDING

- Somewhere along the line he will begin just POKING you in the sides and along your tummy until he just gives in, pulls you close, and goes STAIGHT for your worse tickle spots while still TEASING YOU ABOUT IT???

- Like he actually cares about what happened, he doesn't! He just wants to mess with you a bit!

- "I mean, really, it's unprofessional, don't you think? Giggling and squeaking like a little squirrel while serious conversations are to be had? Have you no shame?"

- Talking about shame is a lot coming from this guy, but whatever.

- And to address the thing with nervous giggles...

- For one, Loki thinks it's adorable.

- If he catches you doing it, he's the first asking "What, are you nervous? Shy?" Knowing damn well, YES YOU ARE he just wants to hear YOU say it!

- And he's all like: "Well, I certainly know how to make you giggle all sweetly like that even more!"

- Like, Loki, no one ASKED you to do that, but pop off.

- And don't even try to deny it being sweet and adorable to him. As he will simply threaten to "never stop." If you "Just refuse to admit that it's the sweetest."

- And when he's all done absolutely wrecking you, he will lift you up and do his kindness ritual so he's not a complete jerk, but still once again whisper in your ear to "Be warned." Because he "Will be doing it again if you have another... slip-up" and then strut away since he's SOOOO COOL

- What a jackass, am I right?

Oh, the comfort of a life on Earth. Not something any Asgardian would have expected when they arrived after all they had been through. Much less… this Asgardian.

Loki expected anything but bliss when he came to live among the Avengers. When he woke up living in the house of his enemies, he was rightfully on edge. Although Thor quickly wrapped his arms around him and filled him in. He had been saved after 5 years of becoming dust during the snap of the 5 infinity stones, which ironically spared his life.

But after his physical recovery and adaptation period with living in the compound… And there was a little someone who made the whole process much easier. A special little someone.

You were… Norns, where could he start? You were… a lot. In the best and worst sense of the word.

On one hand, you were messy, energetic, loud… just a smaller and slightly less annoying version of his brother. In fact, you two were great friends, much to Loki’s dismay. Loud nights of karaoke and dancing in the leisure room, begging for Tony to organize parties that would give Loki a headache. You constantly interrupted Loki’s reading to come chat or beg him to play together to some nonsense game or watch a movie. The amount of times you’d invade his personal space with hugs, pokes, grabbing his arm to take him somewhere… it was all unnerving.

On the other hand, and even worse than all he mentioned, Loki couldn’t get you out of his head. Your loudness, your playfulness, that smile of yours, your goofy laugh so out of place when you got nervous, the way he wanted to run his hands along your body… ah! It was too much!

And it wasn’t that Loki hadn’t been interested on others before. He had had more lovers than the average human lifespan. So why were you so difficult to handle? What was so special about you that he’d be turning in his bed late at night thinking about you? He couldn’t quite put it into words.

“Loki? Brother?” a voice snapped him out of his thoughts, along with a gentle knock on the door. “It’s late, are you not having breakfast with us?”

Loki stood up and opened the door to join his brother in the hall.

“I apologize brother, I must have lost track of time.” Loki shrugged it off as he ran his hands through his hair to fix it.

“No kidding,” Thor chuckled. “Look at you, when was the last time you slept?”

“Oh, like you would be one to judge me” Loki scoffed. “When did you all go to bed last night?”

“Not as early as you, old witch” Thor laughed. “It’s a shame you didn’t stay longer, our little friend was really upset you didn’t dance together.”

Loki had to fight an ear-to-ear grin. You had been looking for him? To dance… together? The way you all dance in Midgard these days? Oh gods, the one night his patience had run thin and made him excuse himself to go to bed.

It was still engrained in his brain.

You had jumped onto a coffee table, shaking your hips to the beat of the music, your body moving in perfect sync to the melody. And to be perfectly fair, it wasn’t anything outrageous to Earth’s standards, you were mostly goofing around and more often than not you’d double over laughing, flustered at your own antics. Unfortunately for his heart, Loki wasn’t from Earth, and he was not at all accustomed to those sights that kept him awake all night.

“I apologize for my unfortunate coordination with the mortal’s plans” Loki responded simply, despite mentally cursing himself.

Thor chuckled.

“I’m sure it will all be forgiven by the end of the week” he assured Loki. “You may get another chance to dance together.”

“What? Again? Don’t mortals tire out faster than us?” Loki asked. “How is it that there’s always some new event approaching?”

“It sure is lively around here, isn’t it?” Thor laughed. “Stark said it was a last-minute invitation, but Rogers mentioned it’d be important for us to assist, improving the opinion of the locals. Which you could still benefit from…”

“I suppose” Loki muttered. “Still… I hope it’s the last one in a while, it can get frustrating having to put up a perfection facade…”

“You are being dramatic brother.” Thor laughed.

“Am I?” Loki asked sarcastically. “Does it really not remind you the the banquets at the palace, always having to make political relationships by…”

“Oh brother, you are being dramatic. You really shouldn’t overthink all you do, if you think like that of course you won’t enjoy these silly Midgardian parties, for me, it reminds me of that tavern we used to go when we were younger. A chance to dance and perhaps flirt around every night with some nice ale and good friends.”

“Flirt around?” Loki chuckled at the Midgardian expression. “Don’t let Lady Jane hear you, brother. I thought you imprudent, but never to such an extent.”

“Oh, no, no.” Thor shook his head. “Those days are behind me, I am quite content in my relationship. I meant for you, brother.”

“Why would I want to flirt around?” Loki raised an eyebrow.

“Well, it is true you already have your interest captured by a local…”

“I have no clue what you’re blabbering on about, brother” Loki assured him. “And for your information, I am perfectly content the way my life is right now.”

Thor burst out laughing.

“That is splendid news brother” he chuckled, wiping a tear of mirth. “But I’ve been by your side since you were a small baby, I know when you’re interesting in someone.”

“You’ve never seen me interested in anyone” Loki retorted.

“Sure I have.” Thor chuckle. “Beyond the romances that lasted a single night, let’s see… You saw Angrboda for a while but it ended in nothing, you had a crush on Sygin for while but she was with Theoric which you tried impersonating but guilt ate you up, I recall you and Sif saw each other secretly when…”

“Alright, I got it!” Loki cut him off, not exactly eager to hear all his past romantic miseries all over again. “You are aware of my past, understood.”

Loki was a bit surprised, though. He always thought he was being discrete. Unlike Thor, who would shamelessly (and rather loudly) flirt in the tavern or at royal parties with whoever he wanted; Loki had an infinitely more subtle approach. Loki would strike conversations with his interest, in a much more subtle seduction. Loki was more the type to swoon with his wit and the perfect praise, taking advantage of being the less favored prince in terms of affection to escape into the night to seal the deal. He was so sure no one noticed his absence, much less Thor, who Loki thought too busy being the center of attention to care if Loki left the party early. Especially Sif, which was a whole new ordeal he didn’t even want to talk about.

He was a bit moved, really… in a very weird way, but it was moving.

“See? I know who you have a crush on” Thor chuckled. “You should really go for it.”

“Can you stop talking like a Midgardian?” Loki groaned. “It’s unnerving.”

“Sorry brother, it’s entertaining to see how much it frustrates you.” Thor grinned like a cheeky brat. “But I mean it, you won’t know if your feelings are reciprocated if you don’t ask.”

“Alright, alright.” Loki scoffed out a laugh. “Can’t believe I’m taking advice from you imbecile.”

“I would be offended, but I know the satisfaction of seeing you frustrated over being the idiotic one is more than enough.” Thor smiled and turned around.

“Weren’t you gonna have breakfast?” Loki asked.

“I already did” Thor smiled. “But I know of someone who will be happy to have some company during breakfast.”

Loki felt his heartbeat accelerating as he turned around the corner and saw you, finishing a sandwich and grabbing a mug of coffee. Your hair was messy, the pajamas you were wearing were a couple of sizes bigger than your frame and your eyes were half closed.

It was adorable.

“Good morning” Loki bowed his head politely.

“Mo—” you were cut off by a huge yawn. “Morning, Loki. Slept well? You left the party earlier last night.”

“I’m terribly sorry” Loki apologized timidly. “I didn’t feel well.”

“It’s okay…” you smiled at him and took a sip of your coffee, and Loki felt the energy from the coffee. “It wasn’t as fun once you left.”

Loki’s breath hitched and smiled nervously at you. He looked around, unsure if he was allowed to look at you more than a few glances every so often. But he caught the sight of you making a sandwich.

“I’m gonna eat breakfast on the loungeroom, wanna join me?” you offered with two more slices at bread for him.

“A-Ah, sure…” Loki nodded.

You made him a sandwich and served him a mug of coffee. Loki smiled at you and bowed his head gently at you in a thank you.

Both of you walked to eat by the TV. You handed him the remote control for him to choose. He gulped and looked at the screen, he swore his hand was shaking like a Chihuahua. He had no idea how to use modern technology… or well… not day to day technology.

Spaceships? Sure. Hacking the security of a overly complex computers? Piece of cake. But using his own cellphone or browsing the internet and a smart TV? Oh, honey…

And then he heard you giggle.

“What?” Loki asked, unable to fight a nervous smile.

“Oh nothing” you giggled. “Nothing…”

“No, what? Tell me…” he chuckled and scooted closer to you.

“N-No, nothing…!” you giggled nervously.

Now, smitten or not, mockery was something he would never tolerate unpunished… not fully anyway.

“Oh, you’ll regret that” he growled and before you could ask, straddled you, wiggling his fingers at you.

“E-Eh?” the way you smiled was tense, but also skeptic, like you didn’t believe what was clearly about to happen.

Before you asked, his fingers shot to your sides, poking and prodding the sensitive skin, immediately making you squeal.

“Lohohohoki! Whahahat are you doing?!” you protested.

“You asked for it, you menace.” Loki chuckled, drilling his index fingers to your sides, still careful enough to avoid hurting you.

“Lohohohohoki! I’m sorry!” you whined, sounding more lost than actually apologetic.

Loki made his distaste for your actions clear by tickling you mercilessly. But it was clear you weren’t sure what you were apologizing for, and it still sounded honest.

Seriously, it should be considered foul play being endearing like that.

“I can’t go around letting cheeky mortals like you think they can disrespect the God of Mischief without consequence.” Loki spoke in a low, teasing tone.

He let it slide the fact that anyone else would’ve ended with a dagger on their gut or at least an insult so vile that would have made them storm out of the room. But it’s not like Loki was going to notify you over the little soft spot he had for you… although, to balance things out, it was easier for you to provoke him into this sort of silly “punishments”.

“Whahahahahat did Ihihi dohohohohoho?!” you complained, your hands latching to his wrists in a weak attempt to push him away.

“I saw you laughing at me, so by simply logic, I had to give you something to really laugh about.” He growled maliciously as his fingers continued their malicious dance along your skin.

Loki was skilled with his hands and fingers, double entendere aside. Being a sorcerer required precision of mind and hand movement, given a wrong angle could make a vanishing spell burn your eyebrows instead. As a proper prince, he was skilled with the quill and had a neat and elegant handwriting as well as an at least decent skill with the flute, the lute and the piano. Which Loki loved to clarify that by “proper prince”, he actually meant “not Thor” whose handwriting was a illegible and could only play percussions like a toddler… But he was a stronger fighter, Loki could give him that.

But it also meant he was a deadly tickler. Being perceptive and cunning like a good trickster didn’t really help your cause either.

He raised upwards, giving you a sort of break, reducing the intensity of the tickling. But his hand soon lowered ceremoniously back to make deadly contact with your skin again. This time gently wiggling behind your earshell.

“EEK! W-What are you doing?” your shoulders shut up, before your hands reached to cover your ears with your hands.

“Mmm, it was just a little test.” Loki hummed. “And I must say, I’m more than pleased with the result.”

Loki chuckled and his hands went to your sides, squeezing and kneading your ribs like dough.

“AIEE!” you squeaked and your arms went down to protect your sides. “Loki!”

Loki smiled menacingly and decided a new course of action.

He tickled your sides for a couple of seconds, before going back to tickle your ears so you’d raise your arms to protect them, just to go back to your sides after a bit.

“Hahahahahaha! L-Loki! P-Please! Hahahahahahaha! S-Stop it! Hehehehe! Hahahahaha!”

The pokes and tickly caresses went all over your skin, making you squeal and screech. But there was nothing you could do against someone stronger than you.

“Lohohohoki!” your hips wiggled from side to side in a helpless giggle fit.

But just when you thought it couldn’t get worse…

“EEEEEEEK!” you screeched when you felt Loki’s hands sneaking under your armpits, it was so loud and high pitched that Loki was startled.

“Oh, my my my…” he grinned mischievously. “What was that?”

“N-No… Loki! L-Loki…!” you pleased your hands before you, trying to protect yourself. “Loki! LOKI! LOHOHOHOHOHOHOKI!”

You didn’t have to be a detective to figure out that Loki, being the cheekiest of souls, would take advantage of this new tickle spot.

“NOHOHOHOHOHO! NO LOHOHOHOHOKI! PLEHEHEHEASE! HAHAHAHAHA! NAHAHAHA!” you squealed and squirmed like a fish out of water. “LOKI! LOHOHOHOKI! PLEAHAHAHAHASE!”

His fingers traced along your armpits, he was excited like a little kid finding the secret hiding place of the birthday presents. You were going crazy. He couldn’t stop himself, gently caressing and scratching the sensitive skin on your underarms to make you squeal until your face was bright red and your eyes were glistening with tears of mirth.

“PLEASE! AHAHAHAHA! OW! PLEASE! HAHAHAHA!” you guffawed and kicked your legs around as if that somehow would ease up the tickly sensations. But your sides were burning from laughing and it wasn’t pleasant. “OW! P-PLEASE! HEHEHEHE!”

“Oh, alright…” he smiled softly and retreated his hands from you.

Your chest was heaving from laughter and giggles were hoarse and tired. You wiped the tears off your face placed your hand on your chest to feel your own accelerated heartbeat.

“Hahahaha…!” you giggled and panted, trying to control yourself from the aftermath of tickly giggles. “Alright… I had that coming… I- I guess. Hehehe…”

“Oh gods, I adore you…” Loki blurted out, freezing at the weight the honesty of his words carried.

Simply because that was him. He was a deceiver, a conniver, a scammer, a trickster. But now? Truth had poured out of his mouth like a waterfall, cold and refreshing… He loved you. He had been lying to himself for so long that once he said it out loud, to you no less, it felt good, more than good.

“What?” you asked.

“I love you” he repeated.

But the look on your face made his stomach sink. You looked horrified.

“…why me?” you asked.

“What do you mean?” he asked, already feeling the crushing weight of rejection weighing him down.

“What do you think I mean?” you grumbled.

Of course you wouldn’t like him. You were the sunshine incarnate, you were kind and friendly, you were smart enough to crush down any silly preconception of human life being dull and silly like it had been thin and cheap glass, to the point of him feeling like the fool. You had brought him down to his knees. You had a power of a goddess.

No way you would reciprocate his feelings.

“What could you see in me…?” you smiled, but your eyes revealed distress. “I- Loki… look at me!”

Loki blinked at you, speechless. Which unknowingly giving you a window to keep talking.

“I’m everything that annoys you. I like going dancing, I like singing and being loud. I hate being around people but being alone stresses me out.” You huffed out. “Loki… I’m…”

“Perfect.” Loki finished for you, breathless.

“A nuisance.” You corrected him. “Loki, you’ll get tired of me by the end of the week.”

Loki felt angry, how could you speak so ill of yourself? You are a balm in chaotic world. And you hated every bit of yourself, every sweet and lovable inch of yourself. It was a self-hatred he knew very well. One type of felt hatred he lived with every day.

And he knew often there was only one way to help.

He pulled you against his chest and jabbed your sides.

“EEEEEK!” you screeched. “L-LOKI?! What are you doing?!”

“Mm, just helping your thoughts shut up…” Loki smiled cheekily as his fingers danced along your armpits once more.

“AIIIIEEEEE! LOKIHIHIHIHIHI!” you squealed.

“Yes, my darling?” he purred.

“S-STOP IT!” you cried. “HAHAHAHAHA! NOHOHO! WHY?!”

“I’m merely providing a pleasant distracting you from those nasty thoughts of yours” he said in a faux innocent tone.

“PLEHEHEHEHASANT?!” you whined between your loud laughter.

Loki nodded but agreed that maybe it wasn’t the nicest thing to do going for the spot that made you nearly burn out your lungs. So, being the angel he was, he moved down to tickle your belly giving you a break… sort of.

“Lohohohoki! Hehehehe! Hahahahaha! Oh my gohohohod!”

Loki chuckled at your laugher, that, in his defense, came down an octave after moving to a less deadly spot. But your rich giggles kept pouring out like a waterfall, fresh and healing to him.

His finger gently tickled around your waist line, which made you squeak and giggle in a high pitch.

“EEK! Heeheeheehee! EEP! Heeheeheehee!”

“Norns…” Loki complained quietly.

“Lohohohohoki!” you giggled when his fingers pinched around your navel. “P-Plehehehease, n-no more…! Hahahaha!”

“Oh, alright” he smiled lovingly at you.

As he saw you trying to catch your breath again, the loud drumming of his own heartbeat became overwhelming. Oh, how helpless he was… Yes, he had been the one tickling you silly. But, truthfully, he was the one at your mercy here.

“Hehehehe… ohh… hic! Hehehehe! Hic! Hehehehe!” you giggled. “T-That w-was hmph!”

Loki could take it anymore, he had pressed his lips against yours, a bit panicked at first… Did he read the room wrong? Did you not like him like thaaaaat…

Feeling you kiss back was… in a single word: mind-blowing. On one hand, it melted away all his fears, all the tension, all the mess he had been since his heart fell on his knees at your mercy… just undone… like the most powerful magic he could do. On the other hand, kissing you was like a dream, you were sweet, passionate, loving. Although he’d never admit it, he got a little flutter on his stomach thinking maybe… just maybe, you had liked him back all along.

“Ah… heh… um…”  you looked at him nervously. “D-Do you think maybe… would you like to come to the party with me? You know… t-together… officially…”

Loki smiled fondly and leaned in for another kiss.

“I would be honored, dear.”

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As you woke up and got down to the kitchen you saw snow falling from the sky, going to the window you could see it had likely started snowing last night as there was already a thick layer of snow covering the ground as you turned you saw loki walk in.

“good morning” you smile walking over to him as he made himself tea giving you a cup too as he knew you were on your way to make a cup yourself anyway

“Good morning darling” Loki smiled as he looked past you and out the windows at the snow “I was thinking to ask if you wanted to go outside today?” You ask him as you turned and watched the snowflakes glide down the window

“Hm.. sounds wonderful” loki smiled softly coming around the kitchen island and kissing your head “maybe we can go sledding” You smile as you leaned onto him

“oh I haven’t done that in decades” Loki said, raising his eyebrows as he remembered doing it with Thor and the others back on Asgard in the winter.

After you both had eaten breakfast which was porridge that Loki had cooked as his mother made it often when he was little as the cold months passed. You both dressed accordingly to the weather (of course loki didn’t need much other than a sweater or a jacket)

before going out onto the fields outside the compound walking a little in front of Loki looking around on the snow covered ground and pine trees you suddenly feel something hitting in your back, turning around you saw Loki grinning preparing another snowball in his hands

“HEY!- So we are starting this off with a snowball fight?” You say grinning back as you bent down to make your own snowball in your hands “I thought it was a fitting start to this little snow day” Loki smirked stepped aside as you threw your snowball before returning the favor and throwing a snowball at you hitting your arm

“okay then let’s do it” you smiled as the both of you started to run around the trees ducking and throwing snowballs at eachother After a few moments loki managed to throw a snowball into your neck making you shriek at the cold before he came over and brushed it away not wanting you to get sick

“fine you win but I will get you back later” you smile looking at him as he smirked and shrugged “we will see about that” Loki chuckled softly as he summoned a sled “want to try sledding?” Loki asked grinning as you nodded smiling as both of you went over to one of the slopes getting ready and sitting down on the sled with you in the front and loki sitting behind you holding the rains as well as having his arms around your waist holding you close so you wouldn’t slip off or anything

“ready?” Loki asked grinning as he already felt the same feeling of butterflies he had when he was a kid getting ready to sled down the hill with Thor.

as you nodded loki smiled and pushed the sled over the edge of the slope quickly pulling his legs up and onto the sled as you both slided down immediately feeling the butterflies flutter around inside you as small bits of snow flew past you while the sled shot down the slope and out towards the woods stopping in a small hill of soft snow in between the trees with you and Loki end up laying on your backs as the reindeer skin the two of you had used was halfway up the little slope since both of you had slipped off when you hit a bump in the road and crashed into the snow pile.

“Want to go again?” Loki asked, sitting up and shuffling back a little so he could get up “yes! let's find another hill” You smiled while sitting up too as loki helped you up by taking your hand as you walked to the next hill climbing up and getting ready.

“are you ready?” you asked looking up at loki behind you smiling “absolutely” loki grinned as he got ready to push you over the edge “just make sure we don't crash into a tree or something” you teased holding onto the rope as loki did the same holding his arms around you as he pushed the sled off the edge

“it will be fine, i will be careful” Loki chuckled as you both i down the hill, feeling butterflies flutter around inside your body as you suddenly spotted a jump infront of you “oh nonono- AH!” you shrieked, as the two of you went on a small jump which was a snow covered stone before landing again spinning around a little, like a skidding car before coming to a stop as you were out on a large field.

“Well that went better thahahan expected” Loki said, looking around and then back at the tracks after where the two of you had slided, feeling the adrenaline boiling in his blood “yeah, just that jump surprised me” you giggled being full of adrenaline yourself, glancing over and seeing the tracks as you got up again. Slightly wobbly from excitement as you helped Loki up too

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A time skip

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“It is beautiful at dusk isn't it” you smiled, walking a bit forward looking up at the sky as it slowly became a darker blue while loki on the other hand had slowly gone behind and gathered some snow into a ball and snuck up behind before saying “darling ?” and holding your shoulder and smashing the snowball in your face chuckling as you shrieked turning around brushing the snow off your face and front neck as loki was bending over leaning on his knees before having snowballs thrown at him getting a taste of his own medicine which was delivered from you who swithtly started picking up snow to get revenage

“Oh you better run” he chuckled, running after you up the hill back towards the compound, starting a chase “come back here!” Loki chuckled, running after “never !” you giggled while throwing what little of snowballs you had back and forth “oh i almost got you that time” loki laughed, after a bit you stopped for a breather noticing that loki was gone, seeing no one behind you, only trees and the forest edge

“oh no..” you whispered to yourself in realisation “Oh no indeed darling.” he said, popping up behind you with his chin resting on your shoulder“LOKI!” you squealed as he wrapped his arms around you “Now I have a question, are you still ticklish darling ?” he asked as you could hear the smirk that was in his voice as you started to feel flustered.

“hmm.. no answer then i will have to find out myself” Loki mock thought out loud “lokihihi ihi am going to get a cold!” you giggled as you felt the snow in on your collar melt and drip into your clothes

“you have almost three layers on and i dont think a few bits of snow in your scarf will make you sick so stop trying to make excuses as it has just proved to me that you are most likely still ticklish more if not so after all” loki said grinning as he slowly began to flutter his finger on your sides slowly adding more pressure to get through the layers.

Soon the words stopped in your throat as you tried to hold the giggles in “i know you want to laugh so there no need in hiding it” he teased almost whispering into your ear “lohoki dohont tease mehe” you said trying

to hold the giggles inn but of course a few slipping out “but you get such a nice blush when you laugh!” he teased moving closer to your ribs as you practically melted down into the snow on the ground

“okahahay okahay youhohou mahahahade yhohohour pohohoihihint!” you giggled looking up at him as you sat in the snow feeling already snow getting into your ski pants from the opening by your shoes soaking your socks and bottom of your pant legs.

“very well, I’ll stop for now then. let's get inside” loki said warmly at last, helping you up from the snow brushing some of the snow off you before you both went up the hill again and inside.

As you stepped inside and closed the door you could feel the blood coming back to your toes and fingertips as you and Loki got out of the soaked outside wear. While Loki was hanging it up in a shower so it could drip off and dry you went off to the kitchen to make some warm drinks to bring back to the library. Since the two of you had planned to sit by the fireplace.

As Loki came back from the bathroom he walked up standing beside you “I was thinking something warm would help thawing me after you gave me a snow shower” you said pouring the milk into your coco stirring it with a spoon before handing over the carton to loki who did the same to his cup. “come on, it's not like i froze you solid in a block of ice” loki chuckled poking your side as you went to pick up your cup

“don't forget i will get you back for that” you smiled as the two of you walked down the hall towards the library “you have already said it two times darling and how do you plan on doing that? you remember i am a frost giant after all.” loki smirked walking forward to open the door for you as you carried the cups and some snacks on a tray

“ooh just wait and se, i have my ways” you grinned back at him as you walked in setting the tray down on the coffee table in front of the fireplace sitting down in the sofa behind you

“Well then we will see what you come up with,” Loki said as he followed, having picked up a large blanket from the basket in the corner coming over and sitting down beside you, wrapping his arm around you cuddling up in the corner of the sofa.

you hummed calmly as you cuddled up with loki laying your head on his chest watching the flames in the fireplace dance as loki had his arms around you, using magic to hold up a book he was reading playing with your hair while he read. After a while you remembered your promises from before looking up at loki to see if he would react or notice you, which he didn't

"Loki?" you whispered after a moment waiting to see if he heard you but you quickly saw he was in his own little world, it was like he was dead to the world while he read. smiling to yourself you carefully moved your arms to hug his waist pretending to be relaxing as you reached around him and gave his side a test pinch.

while he flinched slightly his eyes didn't break away from the page he was reading prompting you to continue until he noticed.

grinning you started wiggling one of your fingers against his side testing the waters again and as expected he didn't react more than flinching away and moving back once you stopped.

“hm..” you said to yourself as you added a few fingers doing it again but getting the same reaction just that he flinched further away. At last you held both your hands at both his sides ready to strike,

counting down inside your head before you scribbled your fingers along his side grinning as the god jumped, beginning to giggle looking around as he was ripped away form the world of the book in confusion before seeing what you were doing.

“dahaharling whahaahat are you doing?” loki giggled trying to shuffle back but bumping into the sofa arm “getting my well deserved revenge after being attacked with snow thank you very much” you grinned, continuing to tickle him moving to his stomach as he laughed.

After a few moments Loki began to gather his mind. After the sudden attack he grabbed your hands holding them up while he took a deep breath still chuckling a little before grinning down at you.

As he did he used magic to pick up his book that had been flung down to the floor laying it on the coffee table putting the bookmark in as he did.

“Now, that was clever. I will give you that. But you must have known I would get you back for this ?” Loki said, smirking as he gathered your hands in one of his sitting up a little more as he laid you down on your back against the other side of the sofa while you giggled nervously looking up at him, blushing as you knew what he had said was true.

“Come on Loki, you can’t blame me for getting a little revenge” you giggled clearly teasing him “oh I don’t blame you but as I said. Now it’s my turn to get you back with my own revenge” Loki said as he held your arms over your head poking your side as he said “revenge”

you looked up at Loki, waiting for his next move while your belly filled with butterflies of anticipation.

And of course loki being Loki wanted to tease you as much as possible before striking.

Twisting to the side you let out a giggly squeal as he poked you prompting Loki to poke your other side getting the same reaction grinning down at you before he began to poke your sides and stomach rapidly smiling softly as you twisted around giggling.

”Lokihihihi! This isn’t fahahair!” You giggled out smiling as you tried to twisting away but was ultimately stuck “I think it is plenty fair, I am just evening the score.” Loki said grinning as he clawed at your side switching every so often

“ihihi didnt evehehen know you were ticklish from the stahahahart!” You giggled out in a winne trying to curl up a little while loki chuckled and started to scribble his fingers across your back and back ribs Which were more ticklish than you thought you discovered as you shrieked in giggles.

“EEEk-K ehehhehey okahahay okahahay- Wahahait !” You shrieked since no one really tickled you there before. Loki smiled down at you as he gave you a break and finishing off with a raspberry on your neck, laughing with you seeing your reaction.

And then pullung you up into his arms again laying back where he had been laying earlier.

“Maybe I have finally corrupted you like stark suggested” Loki chuckled softly as he held you close “maybe, well as I said I learned from the best” you smiled still feeling a few butterflies fluttering inside you as the two of you cuddled up with each other again, you would always love days like this, even if you didn’t get much done it was worth it.

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