Characters: lee!Odysseus, ler!Poseidon

Word count: 2,811

Warning: Intense tickles, Greek Mythology, tell me if I need to add more!

A/N: Yall voted, and I think I delivered. Buckle up, it's over 2k words.

Get In The Water

I'm not sure if you're okay with requests, if not, no problem!

I've just been looking for some tickles for Zeus, seems like no one wrote anything with him yet.

Maybe he was being an annoying little shit and his brothers decided to teach him a little lesson?

Have a great day! 😊

HI FRIEND! I'm so sorry it took so long to answer, college has been kicking my ass 😭. Hope you like it!

Upholding Justice

Lee!Zeus

Ler! Poseidon and Ler!Hades

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Cracka-BOOM!

Poseidon jumps at the sudden sound of thunder. He sharply turns to the window of his throne room, cursing under his breath. His brother seemingly was having yet another temper tantrum, judging from the shower of lightning bolts that fell from the sky above. Normally, the strikes were erratic and all in random directions, but all of these seemed to be aimed at a certain place. Poseidon’s curiosity got the better of him, and he followed the strikes to see who had dared offend the god king so gravely.

You can imagine his surprise when he was led to the city of Athens. The city was named after Athena, their patron goddess, and Zeus’s favored child. Any time the people of Athens had dared to misstep, Athena had been able to talk Zeus down and save her city. But it seemed Zeus had reached his limit with his patience, even with Athena.

Poseidon walked through the city, following the trail of smoke and smell of brimstone. As he walked, the residual feel of static electricity in the air grew stronger. The streets weren’t too familiar to him. Despite the city being coastal, he had made a point of avoiding it whenever possible after losing the city to his niece.

Speaking of their little competition, the trails were leading him to a more familiar location. After the competition, Poseidon hadn’t exactly taken the defeat with grace. To appease the god, the people of Athens devoted half of one of their most sacred temples, the Erechtheion, to Poseidon. The few times he visited the city, he would always head to the temple. He knew the way by heart. And he did not like the fact that the smoke was replicating that path.

Upon arriving at the temple, he froze in shock. Every single one of his statues, inside the temple and outside, had their heads blasted off, while the side dedicated to Athena was left untouched. Poseidon could sense the godly magic that enveloped the temple, and knew that this wasn’t a misfired attack, Zeus had done this on purpose. The real question was why.

…

Hades woke up early, like usual. He was a busy god, and running the Underworld was no small task. Plus, Persephone was going to return in a week, and he wanted to complete as much as possible early so he could spend more time with her. He smiled, already excited to see his beautiful wife again. It had been lonely down in the Underworld without her there. His brothers had questioned him one day, when they came to visit and saw him sulking. Hades had vented about missing Persephone, and wishing that for once, there would be a slow day so he could take the time to visit her. But alas, Death never stops, and neither does Hades’s work. He had actually taken a step back in pure astonishment when Zeus had presented his idea of a solution: “Just find another one! I'm sure there are many girls who would be jumping at the chance to be with the king of the Underworld! You can just get rid of her before Persephone comes home. She’ll never have to know!” He was even more appalled when Poseidon actually agreed. “It’s not a big deal. We do it all the time.”

Hades had to take a minute to recompose himself, and stop himself from bashing their heads together. Refusing to entertain their horrible idea, he immediately expelled them both from his realm. How could he cheat on Persephone? He never really understood men who cheat on their wives. He especially never understood his brothers, who both have wives who are devoted to them, regardless of their many faults. Hera and Amphitrite had come to the Underworld many times each, to escape drama and gossip with Persephone. Hades had always welcomed them warmly and made sure that they both knew his palace was a place they could go to if they needed a break.

Wait, what was he doing again? Focus, dammit! Hades mentally slapped himself for getting distracted. No time to waste, Persephone would be home soon! Returning to the masses of scrolls before him, he picked up one that was… sizzling? He opened it to find a penis burned into the parchment. Judging from the shock he got when he picked it up, this was a poor excuse of a prank by his immature brother. He set down the ruined scroll and picked up another one, only to be greeted by the same thing. It didn't take him long to realize every scroll in the stack had been burned in the same way.

That’s it! Hades thought as he slammed his hands on his desk. I’ve let him act like this for too long. He turned and left his office, heading to Olympus.

…

The brothers arrived on Olympus at the same time. As Poseidon was storming into Zeus’s palace he quite literally ran into Hades. Both stared at each other in surprise, not expecting the presence of the other.

Hades was the first to speak. “Hello, brother. I was not expecting to see you here.”

Poseidon responded in kind. “Neither was I. You rarely travel to Olympus, what brings you here?”

Hades huffed a breath and crossed his arms. He was rarely one to be irritated, but his annoyance was clearly spelled out on his face. “Zeus decided to pull a very immature prank and burned dozens of my scrolls. The backlog of work will take forever to clear up, as each scroll needs to be transcribed onto new parchment. And right when Persephone was about to come home! That being said, you seldom come here too. What is your reason?”

Poseidon, who was more commonly one to be irritated, was wearing his signature scowl. “Zeus destroyed several of my statues at the Erechtheion.”

Hades nodded in understanding. Had it been any other god who destroyed the statues, it could have been considered a declaration of war. But this was Zeus. Both their king, and their brother. Not only could they not fight him, they knew that he had an affinity for pulling pranks and practical jokes, just like when they were younger.

Of course, when they were younger, it was easier to get him back. However, both of them were above pranks in revenge. Getting angry wouldn’t solve anything either, even if punching him in the face would be really satisfying. Suddenly, Hades had an epiphany. That, he thought, might just work.

“Poseidon, you remember that one time when Zeus filled your palace with glitter?”

“Yes, it took me over a month to clean all of it up, and I’m still finding glitter everywhere! What about it?” He snarled.

“You remember how we dealt with him afterward?” Hades asked with a smile.

Poseidon shot him a confused look, before the memory dawned on him, and soon he was sharing the same grin.

…

Zeus turned to the door at the unexpected knocking. He wasn't expecting visitors today. After a moment's hesitation he opened the door, face brightening with a wide smile when he saw his brothers standing there.

“Ah, hello! Come in!” He exclaimed, causing Hades to flinch slightly at the volume. He had forgotten how loud his brother could be.

Zeus's chambers were opulent, as expected, with enough gold and white marble to blind someone. The walls were adorned with trophies and tapestries depicting various battles and conquests, with Zeus always being the central figure. The room itself was massive, nearly the size of a large mortal temple. Statues, again, of Zeus, were scattered about, as well as an ornate hearth that took up an entire wall. The hearth was surrounded by shelves and baskets, half full with food, jewelry, and other objects, almost certainly sacrifices from worshippers. Two cloud servants were attending to the sacrifices, organizing them and putting them away. Zeus dismissed them with a wave of his hand. They bowed and quickly left the room, but not before setting up a table and three chairs, which closely resembled thrones, as well as three goblets of the finest wine. The brothers all sat down, and Zeus leaned back in his seat with his arms folded behind his head.

“So what brings you both here on this fine evening?” Zeus asks, bearing a smug, shit-eating grin that makes Poseidon want to slap him.

“You know exactly why we're here, Zeus. I'd like to inquire about something. WHAT ON GAIA'S GREEN EARTH POSSESSED YOU TO BLOW UP MY STATUES?!” He stood up sharply and slammed his fist on the table, breaking it. Hades flinched again, wishing he was back in the Underworld without his wife instead of (once again) dealing with family drama.

Zeus casually repaired the crack with another wave of his hand. “Oh, that? I was doing you a favor! They were old and crumbling. You should have the mortals make you some new ones.” He acted as though it was nothing, but of the three, Zeus has the worst poker face, a grin exposing his poorly hidden amusement.

“Considering the conclusions that you can jump to, I can see how you would think you were helping there. However, I challenge you to come up with a good excuse for why you burned dozens of my scrolls.” Hades interjects, placing a hand on Poseidon's shoulder to coax him back down. He leaned forward with his hands folded in front of him, resting his chin on them so he could look Zeus in the eye. “Go on. How were you helping there?”

Zeus was beginning to sweat. He never expected Hades of all people to confront him like this. It was just a silly prank! Why was he so worked up? “They were just a few scrolls! Surely it’s not that serious.”

“Au contraire Zeus. Those scrolls that you ruined were records of entire mortal lives. It takes roughly a year to transcribe a single scroll. You destroyed 600 scrolls!” Now it was Hades’s turn to start yelling. Despite his previously calm demeanor, he had been furious at his brother for all of the work he and his assistants would now have to redo.

Now Zeus was somewhat scared. He couldn’t remember the last time he saw Hades even mildly upset, much less as enraged as he was now. In hindsight, he had been aware that Persephone was due to return to the Underworld soon, and maybe he should have come up with a different prank. I’ll see if I can talk him down a bit.

“Hades, I’ll admit that perhaps I went a bit overboard, but it’s not like you have to transcribe those scrolls. That’s what you have servants for!” Zeus, the bastard, tried to weasel his way out of any consequence that could come from his ill-thought-out idea.

“Unlike you, I take my job as leader seriously. So yes, I will be transcribing some of those scrolls. And even if I didn’t, I’d still have to examine each and every one before it was stored away. You may be the God King, but you have the temperament of a mortal child, and you conduct yourself as such. Poseidon and I discussed this briefly before we came here, and we decided that a punishment was in order.” Hades smiled. “You remember what happened when you filled Poseidon’s palace with glitter, right?”

The gears in Zeus’s brain were visibly turning, and Poseidon could pinpoint the exact moment the realization dawned on his brother. In his opinion, there were few better sights than seeing Zeus get flustered.

“Now, there’s no reason to act rashly! Let’s all just move on and let this be water under the bridge!” He stood up and began to back away from the table.

Poseidon also stood up, still grinning, and walked slowly toward him. “But aren’t you the one always saying that people should face the consequences of their actions?”

Zeus continued to back away from his brother, until he felt his back hit something. He turned around to see Hades smiling down at him. Zeus didn’t even notice that Hades wasn't at the table anymore! Hades reached down and grabbed both of Zeus’s arms with one hand and held them above his head. “Don’t act so surprised, little brother, you’ve had this coming for a long time.”

Zeus made his best effort at what was supposed to be an intimidating glare, but it is hard to be intimidating when you have a wobbly smile on your face. “If you even tHI-!”

There was an awkward pause as all three registered what had happened. Later, if you asked Zeus if it was true that he had squeaked like a child he would vehemently deny it, if he hadn't already fried you for your insolence. If you asked his brothers, they would be more than happy to describe to you how Zeus made a sound akin to that of a startled dog combined with a scream. You see, Zeus had the misfortune of being the youngest brother, with an absolute menace of an older brother. When they were younger, and more carefree, Zeus and Poseidon would often find themselves in play fights, which would often end up in a tickle fight when the inevitable happened and one of the two would fight dirty. At first, Zeus was usually the victor. That all changed the day that Poseidon learned that if you tase Zeus's sides, he squeaks, which he is incredibly embarrassed by. Then, it is surprisingly easy to take him down, as long as you're armed with plenty of teases (mostly about how cute he sounds).

Poseidon grinned maliciously, and dug in. Deep rumbling giggles speckled with those high-pitched squeaks forced their way past Zeus's lips as his brother gleefully raked his nails over his sides and ribs. “It has been way too long since we heard your adorable laughter dear brother!” Poseidon smugly quipped. An opportunity to give Zeus some payback isn't a common occurrence, and he wanted to take full advantage and get his money's worth while he could.

“Youho bahahstard! You wihihill pahay for thihis!” Zeus should probably give up on trying to be intimidating at this point. His flushed face negated any weight his words held.

“I'll believe it when I see it. You are in no position to be making any threats.” Poseidon responded. He was definitely high on power right now.

Meanwhile, Hades had snuck his other hand to Zeus's neck, and was gently fluttering his fingers there. Every time Zeus tried to move his head to block the offending fingers, Hades would switch to the other side, rinse and repeat. Was it a little mean? Yes. Was it deserved? Absolutely.

Distant thunder could be heard outside. Both Poseidon and Hades quirked an eyebrow at that. Not in confusion, just in surprised satisfaction. “Losing control already? And here I thought you could handle this better.” Poseidon taunted. “The King of the Gods, the strongest Olympian, defeated by a few tickles. Imagine if the others saw this!”

That was the final straw for Zeus. With a frustrated shout, he pulls free from his brother's grasp, shoving at Poseidon. Poseidon, the asshole, just grins at Zeus's angry and embarrassed expression, holding his hands up in mock surrender. “Fine, fine, we won't tell anyone.”

This fic follows theirs and is Lee!Hermes, Ler!Poseidon.

Again, this is my first fic so idk if it will be the best, but I hope you enjoy!

🎂: Epic the musical

🧁:Poseidon, Odysseus

🍫: Poseidon, Odysseus, Crew

Summary: Poseidon decides that instead of murdering an entire fleet, he’ll just humiliate the captain instead. It backfires.

A/N: thanks to the Anon who gave me the idea! I hope it’s what you pictured! Once again not super proud of the ending but whatevs. Some of the lines might be used in No More Suffering, we’ll… sea. Anyway, Enjoooooy! :3

Cw: swearing and intense tickles!

Ten-tickles

A loud, roaring voice echoed over the water.

“ODYSSEUS OF ITHACA!… do you know who I am?”

It was Poseidon, god of the seas, and he was pissed, his voice full of malice.

‘Oh no..’ Odysseus’ thoughts rang like bells in his head, trying to think of some way out of this.

Time passed, the god ranting angrily about a ‘lesson’ and how Odysseus needed to be ruthless and cruel.

“Come here, Odysseus.”

He paused, raising an eyebrow skeptically.

“You’re… not going to kill me?”

Poseidon sighs. “Sadly, no. The fates have it in your future to get home safely. I cannot change that no matter how hard I try, so why bother.”

“Wait, really?” Odysseus grew so much hope at the words. He was going to get home. It was fate. But he was still confused. “Theeeeen… why?”

“You’ll see. I might not be killing you, but you do deserve a punishment, and I intend to deliver.”

Odysseus walks towards Poseidon, hesitant. But he doesn’t know what the god will do if he doesn’t obey, and how much worse it could be.

Once he’s in front of the god, he scoops up Odysseus, and taunts threateningly.

“I think a bit of public humiliation will be well suited~” Odysseus didn’t know why, but the tone he used sent shivers down his spine.

“what?”

With a sly, evil chuckle, Poseidon started to lightly scratch at Odysseus’ sides, forcing him to gasp and snap his mouth shut to prevent any more sounds from escaping. “Ah, I knew you’d fight~ makes it all the more embarrassing when you break, doesn’t it~?”

Odysseus was pursing his lips, struggling not to let the muffled giggles escape as he squirmed in place. Out of all the possibilities this was definitely not what he expected. He never would have thought Poseidon would resort to tickling of all things in a million years. And it made him feel a little more confident in what he could get away with. That’ll be important later.

In the meantime, Poseidon was still scratching gently against his side, getting faster and faster with each pass to increase how ticklish it felt. It was getting harder for Odysseus to hold back his giggles, muffled snickers and huffs of air that sounded more and more like laughter than breathing being released with every passing moment.

Then Poseidon worked his way under Odysseus’ arms- and he broke.

“Ppfft- fuhuhuhuck! Ehehahahahaha!”

Poseidon smirked, a smug expression dawned on his face as he spoke with a teasing lilt. “There we go~” he gave a sly chuckle before continuing, “I knew you’d break.”

“Shihihit- stohohop!” The unusual method of revenge was certain out working as intended, a blush dusting the captains face as he couldn’t do anything but laugh at the wiggling claws against his skin. His men looking on, confused and curious but also a little amused.

“Why should I? Seems to be working.”

Feeling a little emboldened by the lack of painful torture or murder, Odysseus decided to fight back. He started to move around and try to push Poseidon off, which wasn’t working. (At least not yet.)

The god let out another chuckle. “Oh? Trying to fight, are we?” After saying the words, Poseidon increased the intensity of the sensation, digging into Odysseus’ underarms with the exact pressure to make it extremely ticklish.

Odysseus twitched and let out a surprised bark of laughter before his giggles and laughs got much louder. “HOhoholy- gahahahah! Nohohohoho!”

“That’s what you get for trying to fight~”

Odysseus still felt that fire to fight however, and continued to do so, even though every time he did the tickles got more intense, making it harder for him to fight back.

“Ehahahahahaha fuhuhuck- ahahahahaha!”

“Stop trying to fight, stupid mortal. Every time you try I’m just going to make it worse.”

As Odysseus continued to struggle, Poseidon threw in some very corny jokes. “Seriously, Odysseus, you’d think you’d know better than to mess with a god, come on, water you thinking?”

If Odysseus wasn’t too occupied with being tickled, he would’ve blinked confusedly. “Whahahahat wahahas thahat? Thahat wahas hohohorrible!”

“I mean, you’re laughing. Can’t be that bad.”

“Thahahats Behehecause Yohoure tihihickling mehehehe!”

“Am I? I don’t know, sounds fishy.”

Odysseus groans through his laughs. “Uhuhugh, thahat wahahas wohohorse!”

Poseidon chuckled. What can he say? he loved a good ocean pun. “I mean, I like it, but that’s just how I Eel about it.”

Odysseus struggled even more, fueled by the amazing horrible puns. This led to Poseidon making the sensation stronger once again, forcing Odysseus into hysterics.

“Haha, I would stop struggling if I were you. You wouldn’t want to get yourself into even worse of a situation.”

But Odysseus continued to fight, and eventually going through the more intense feeling paid off, as he successfully got out of Poseidons hold and latched onto his side, quickly turning the tables.

“Whahahahat thehehe- hey!” Poseidon protested as Odysseus started to scribble and poke at his sides, flipping the situation to his favor.

“Haha, not so smug now, are ya?” He taunts with a chuckle, still scribbling his side. Odysseus turns to his crew. “Come help me with this, will ya?”

They immediately obey, a bunch of the men gathering around the now laughing, squirming god.

Poseidon could easily get out of this. Or at least he should be able to. He’s a god! But for some reason he finds that his strength is sapped from the tingling sensation, partially because.. he wasn’t sure he wanted them to stop.

“Hehahahaha dahahamn yohohou!”

Despite the protests, and despite the fact that he hasn’t really come to terms with the feelings himself, but Poseidon doesn’t entirely hate this. There are far too many men to count individually gathered around him and holding him there, scratching and scribbling on his whole torso, making him squirm and giggle endlessly.

But.. he found that he didn’t really want to make them stop. His angry mood from earlier was definitely fading, replaced by a giddy nervousness and happiness as the pleasant tingles zapped and sparked across his skin, sending him into fits of laughter.

Odysseus decided to use a bit of his own medicine, with a corny dad joke. “How many tickles does it take to make an octopus laugh?”

“Whahahahat-?”

“Ten-tickles”

Poseidon wasn’t going to lie, he did laugh a little harder at the pun. Which Odysseus picked up on, of course.

“No way you actually liked that.” The captain teased with a laugh, only making Poseidon blush a bit.

The men continued to scratch and scribble and tickle the god of the tides, as he squirmed around.

“Hehehahahahaha shihihit! Mohortahahals- stahahahap!”

“Hmmm… I don’t think so.” Odysseus teased again, only increasing the intensity of his scratching. “You got me first.”

“Ahahahahahah shihit- nohohoho!”

Odysseus laughed with an overly dramatic scoff. “Um, yeah you did.”

“Yohou knohohow thahahats nohot whahat ihi meheheant- FUHUCK!” He was cut off by snort and louder laughter as someone started to lightly trace his gills.

“Haha, good job, Polites! Looks like you found a good spot.”

“SHiHIHIT NOHOT THEHERE- AHAHAHA!” The god’s laughter was much louder and more hysterical now, as one man, supposedly Polites, scratched around his gills and another traced his ear fins, some of his most ticklish spots.

And it wasn’t just those two spots either, there were also wiggling fingers on his ribs, stomach, sides, armpits, everywhere. It was so overwhelming, a strong sensory overload, but at the same time it felt… good. Poseidon found himself enjoying this, even though he was desperately laughing and struggling as he was tickled relentlessly by several men.

“IHIHIHI CAHAHANT- SHIHIHIT! STAHAHAHAP!”

“What’s wrong? The great god of the seas can’t handle a little tickling?”

The words made a blush spread on Poseidon’s face. “SHUHUHUT UHUP!”

Odysseus hummed and tapped his chin with one hand in mock thought, the other still teasing and tickling the soft flesh of the sea god. “Hmmm… let me think about it… no.”

“COHOHOME OHON! OHOHO MYHY- STAHAHAHAP! AAHAHAHAHAHA!” His laughter was loud and hysterical, tears starting to form in his eyes from the force of it. It tickled so much and they weren’t. Stopping. He was overcome with laughter and snorts, the electric, buzzing sensation never letting up around his gills or anywhere else.

He didn’t want to beg. That was so gods damn embarrassing, especially for a deity. But he was getting pretty damn close. It was so bad, yet so good at the same time, sending floods of happy chemicals through his systems from all the laughter. But despite that, it was still far too much for him to handle, so he eventually lost his grip over his words and self control, and… he started to beg.

“PLEHEHEHEASE- STAHAHAHAP! IHIHITS TOHOHOO MUHUHUCH PLEHEHEASE! IHIM SOHOHORRYYY!”

Odysseus smirked. “You’re gonna be nice? You’re gonna leave me and my men alone?”

“FUHUHUCK- YEHEHEHES! JUHUHUST STAHAHAP!”

Odysseus raises a hand to signal his men to stop, and they release Poseidon, who starts to breath heavily, giggles infesting every exhale.

“Hahahaha… hoholy fuhuhuck..you dehefinetly took my lesson in ruhuthlehessness..”

“I did, didn’t I?”

Poseidon eventually managed to cool his leftover giggles, and then perched himself on a pillar of water, holding his trident.

“Lesson fucking learned. I’ll leave you alone.” He chuckles a bit and then drops himself into the water, fading into the darkness of the ocean floor.

Odysseus chuckles as well, retaking his position at the wheel.

“That was certainly… an experience.”

“That it was.” Eurylochus confirmed. “It’s not every day you see a god begging and laughing hysterically.”

They continued on their way, sailing away towards a nearby island. Who knows what they’d face there.

The Aegean roared with a fury not born of weather but of will. Odysseus stood upon the trembling deck of his lone vessel, salt stinging his wounds, knuckles white around the rudder. He dared not look away from the horizon — yet he felt the sea god’s gaze.

Then the waters parted. From the deep, Poseidon rose, towering, crowned with kelp, trident gleaming like lightning forged into bronze. The sea knelt before him, waves bowing low, and even the gulls fled the sky.

“Son of Laertes,” the god thundered, “you blind my blood, mock my power, and yet still cling to your pride. Did you think the sea could carry you from me?”

Odysseus met the storm of that voice with a voice of his own, though it cracked under strain. “I think, Lord of Earthshaker, that no god may break the will of a man who endures!”

Poseidon’s eyes narrowed. “Then let us test your endurance.”

With a sweep of his trident, the sea wrapped Odysseus in cords of foam, binding him against the mast. The ropes did not cut flesh, but they yielded no escape. The waves themselves became fingers, many and sinuous, creeping across his ribs, brushing his underarms, trailing along the arches of his feet.

Odysseus stiffened. “This—this is no warrior’s trial!”

A grin cracked across the god’s beard, terrible and knowing. “You will not drown, mortal. You will laugh. And in your laughter, you will yield.”

The currents began their dance — swift, merciless, stroking every vulnerable place. At once, Odysseus erupted into wild laughter, ragged, unwilling, echoing across the sea like the cries of a man undone. He bucked against his bonds, each movement only baring him to more torment.

“Hahahaha— Poseidon! H-hold, enough! You shame me!”

The god’s voice rolled like thunder over cliffs. “You raised your hand against my blood. There is no shame too great for you to taste.”

The mast shuddered with his convulsions, and yet the ship did not sink. The god’s power held him on the edge of ruin but never let him fall. Laughter turned to gasps, pleas, defiance swallowed by another peal of helpless mirth.

But as the minutes dragged into eternity, Poseidon’s wrath softened. The storm’s roar eased into a steady rhythm, the winds warm, the sea glimmering as though it, too, laughed.

Odysseus’s head drooped, eyes wet with tears of mirth, his chest heaving. Still the waves teased — gentler now, like a father nudging a child.

“You are relentless,” Poseidon admitted, his tone less fury, more wonder. “Few mortals could withstand the laughter of the sea.”

Odysseus managed a hoarse chuckle, though foam still traced his sides like ticklish fire. “Few gods would wield laughter as a weapon.”

Poseidon’s booming laugh shook the heavens, no longer cruel but bright. “Then remember this, Ithacan: not all torments come with blade and flame. Some strike deeper — in joy you cannot master.”

And as suddenly as it began, the sea set him free. Odysseus collapsed upon the deck, trembling, breathless, still echoing with reluctant laughter.

Above, Poseidon’s form dissolved back into the tide, leaving only his voice rolling across the waves:

🎂: Epic: The musical

🧁: Hermes

🍫: Poseidon

Summary: After Hermes decided to play a little trick on Poseidon, the god of the seas decides that instead of kicking his ass, he’ll try something a little different.

A/N: this is a sequel to Special Delivery by @amazingmsme ! Read that(and their other amazing fics) first!! Also, I know I’ve said it many times before but I’m saying it again I LOVE HERMES GRAHH. Also, you’ll know why I’m saying this when you get there, but I HC that Hermes likes being tickled and is very open about that. That man does NOT care. Lastly, the last line feels a little dumb but I didn’t know how else to end it so whatever. That all being said, ENJOOOYYYY!

Cw for swearing and some more intense tickles, but that’s it!

Silly messenger

Oh, Hermes was so screwed. He could tell by the mischievous smirk on his uncles face.

Was it worth it? Abso-fucking-lutely. But that doesn’t change the fact that he was still screwed. Royally screwed, even.

Y’see, Hermes was an opportunist(and a trickster) by nature, so when he found out that his pissy, grumpy-pants uncle was ticklish, he just couldn’t help himself!

And now he was about to face consequences.

Poseidon faced the first challenge of trying to get revenge on Hermes. Catching the fucker. He is the good of speed, and therefore ridiculously fast. The exit was blocked, but within the cave Poseidon still had to find a way to get Hermes out of the air and into his mischievous clutches.

“Grr, get your ass down here, feathers!”

“Hahahahaha! And why should I?” Hermes didn’t actually want to get away all that badly. But he wanted to tease his uncle, so he was putting up a fight anyway.

“Because if you do, maybe I’ll go easy on ya.” Poseidon smirked, picking up his trident.

“Yeah, right! I know mercy isn’t exactly your thing, uncle.”

“Well, if you comply, maybe I’ll be swayed otherwise.”

“Hahahahaha! I have absolutely zero belief in that, Poseidon. If you want to get to me, you’ll have to catch me first!”

Poseidon growled. He was expecting that. Didn’t make it any less annoying. So, the hard way it was then. He didn’t even bother trying to chase Hermes, he would get absolutely nowhere, the feathery fucker was far too fast.

Instead, he used his trident to summon the water around the cave to block Hermes in and hopefully get his wings wet so he couldn’t fly.

“Woah there! Smart move, but you’re gonna need to do a little better than that if you want to catch me!” Hermes ended the taunting remark with his signature, shrill giggle.

“Oh really now?”

Hermes pretended not to notice the small little trail of water that was sneaking up behind him. Again, he didn’t actually want to get away, after all.

The wings on his sandals got wet, making it so he had to fly back down or risk falling, landing right in Poseidon’s grasp.

“Got ya”

Hermes was still smiling, on the verge of giggling because of what he knew was about to happen. Poseidon took mental note of this. For later.

The sea god wrapped his arms around his nephew, and then started to wiggle his claws at his sides and ribs. “Really, you’d think you would’ve seen that coming, you getting sloppy?”

“Nohohoho!” Hermes responded, the protest infested with giggles. His hidden eyes were scrunched up from the wide smile across his face as he giggled.

“Hmm. Then what was that about, huh?”

“Yohou’ll sehee! Hehahahahaha!” Hermes laugh was a little less.. annoying.. when he was being tickled. Poseidon was expecting to sacrifice his eardrums to the loud, glass-shattering, infuriating laugh. But surprisingly, while it still held that infuriating, bird-like tone, it was much less high pitched.

He took his claws and scribbled his way under Hermes arms, causing them to clamp down to the younger’s sides as he laughed louder.

“Hehahahahahaha ohoho nohoho!” He called out, his instincts finding it unbearable no matter how much he liked it.

Poseidon noted many things. One of which being, “y’know, I don’t think you’ve asked me to stop once.”

“Hehahahahaha thahahat’d behehehe cohohorrect!”

Poseidon narrowed his eyes with a teasing smirk “so does that mean you don’t want me to stop?”

“Whahahahat doho yohou thihihink!” Despite the situation Hermes was in, he couldn’t help but tease a bit.

“Ha, that’s what I thought. Of course you would enjoy this, you silly messenger.” You’d think that since it was revenge, Poseidon would stop when he found out the other enjoyed it, but he didn’t. It was still revenge, he knew how unbearable the sensation could be, even for someone who liked it. So, he upped the ante, scratching his claws faster and faster against Hermes’ sides and underarms.

Hermes’ loud giggles echoed around the walls of the cave, kicking his feet lightly as Poseidon tickled him ruthlessly(ha, see what I did there?)

“Hehehehehahahaha! Thahahat reheally tihihickles! Hehahahahahaha!”

“Well, that’s the point. I’m tickling you, dumbass.”

Hermes didn’t try to conceal whatsoever how much fun he was having, smiling widely and never once trying to push at Poseidon’s hands or ask him to stop. What can he say, it was fun! Laughing like this was always a blast, no matter what caused it.

Poseidon decided to be a little mean and without any sort of warning, blew a loud raspberry right in the center of Hermes’ stomach. The messenger squealed and giggled louder, resembling his usual, ear-shattering laugh a little closer.

“EEEE! Ahahahahahahahahaha ohoho nohoho! Eehahahahahaa!”

“What? You don’t like raspberries? They’re a pretty tasty fruit, if I do say so myself.” Poseidon teased before doing the same thing again.

“Eehahahahahaha ihihi dihihidnt sahahay thaHAT! EEE!”

“Heh, you are an absolute dork, you know that?”

“Thahahank yohohou!” Hermes giggled out sassily in reply to the teasing remark.

“It wasn’t a compliment, stupid.”

“Ihihit ihihihis toho mehehe!”

“Ugh, shut up and laugh.” Hermes response was cut off by another squeal as Poseidon blew another raspberry, followed by changing the scratching at his underarms to drilling and digging, making Hermes laughter even louder and more hysterical.

“EHEHEHAHAHA! OHOHOHO GOHOHODS! HHAHAHAHAHA!”

“Heh, that’s more like it.” Poseidon finished the taunt with another raspberry, assaulting Hermes’ torso with lingering waves of tingles that made him feel so giddy.

Hermes wings were flapping and he was kicking a bit, trying to expel some of the energy building up within him from the bubbly feeling. It was a lot of fun and he was not afraid to show it, smile splitting his face in half with small happy tears pricking his eyes. Poseidon continued his relentless digging and raspberries, using his facial hair to make it tickle the younger god even more.

“EHEHAHAHAHA POHOHOSEHEIDON!”

“Whaaaaat? I thought you liked this!”

“IHIHI DOHO- BUHUT- EEEHEHEEEE!” His words were cut off with more squealing laughter. It was so intense and unbearable but also so amazing, sending giddy waves of laughter and tingles through his whole body.

As much fun as this was, Hermes laughter was starting to get shrill and high pitched again, so Poseidon stopped in order to spare his ear drums, letting go of Hermes who then stood on the floor, letting out remaining giggles.

“Gods, you’re loud.”

“Ihihi- hehehe.. I’m sorry, I can’t help it!” The smile in his face made it seem like he wasn’t actually sorry, although the latter part of the statement was true.

“Okay, whatever you say.” Poseidon walked back up to his throne and sat down with a dismissive wave.

“Go on, I’m sure you have more deliveries to take care of.”

“That I do! Ta-ta, uncle~ this has been fun!”

Poseidon rolled his eyes with a huff as Hermes left, hiding a small smile.

Maybe Hermes wasn’t so bad.