#parrotwrites

🎂: epic the musical

🧁: Hermes

🍫:Odysseus

Summary: Hermes has tickled Odysseus one too many times for his liking. Time for a little payback.

A/N; thank you to the anon who gave me this idea! If you see this I hope it’s to your liking! I’m not super proud of the ending but whatever. Also, yay, more shameless lee Hermes! Enjoooyyy :3

Cw: mild swearing, really intense tickles! (But don’t worry, he enjoys every second of it.)

Rewarding revenge

It was another day on the ship, and Odysseus was thinking.

He had just had another interaction with Hermes a few days prior, and like he usually did, Hermes had decided to tickle the shit out of him.

While he didn’t.. hate it.. it was still annoying, and he wanted a bit of revenge.

So, he sent up a hopefully non-conspicuous prayer to summon Hermes.

When Hermes got the message, simply asking to hang out, he was definitely suspicious, but also amused and endlessly curious. So, he decided to go. Might be fun, after all! And Hermes is always up for some fun.

So, later that evening, when Odysseus was spending some time in his room, Hermes appeared.

“Hey, friend! I got your little prayer!”

Odysseus was honestly a little shocked that worked. He sat up in his bed, gently patting the space next to him.

“Ah, Hermes! Come, sit!”

Hermes smiled brightly and sat next to the soldier. “Well, how do you do?”

“Ah, I’m well. You?”

“I’m good as well! I must say, it’s not often I get a request just to hang out! I’m quite delighted you wished to spend time with me!”

Odysseus chuckled a bit. “Ah, well, you’ve been nice to me, and you’re pleasant enough company.”

“I know I am, thanks for noticing!” Hermes winked, playfully posing in a showy manner.

Odysseus laughed. He had summoned Hermes for ulterior motives, but he actually was quite funny.

He scooted a little closer, hoping Hermes wouldn’t notice. Hermes did notice, but he pretended he didn’t. He was curious! Wanted to see where this was going.

“So, what did you want to talk about, friend?” Hermes asked, still grinning.

“Ah, nothing in particular. Just whatever comes to mind.”

“I see, just a causal chat! Always love one of those- I’m quite the conversationalist!”

The joking remark got another laugh out of Odysseus, which caused Hermes to grin proudly. He was always happy to make someone laugh.

“That you are.” Odysseus got a little closer again.

“did you have free time to come down here? Or are you skipping out on your duties?” Ody asked, a playfully teasing tone to his voice.

“Hmm, not telling~” Hermes shrugged and then sing-songed in response.

Odysseus laughed again. “So you are skipping out? I mean, I imagine you’re quite the busy god, with all the various domains you have.”

“True! But I’m also quite speedy, don’t you forget! Nah, I had some time.” Hermes revealed with a laugh if his own.

“Ah, well that’s good. Wouldn’t want to distract you from your job, now would we?”

“That we would not.” Hermes laughed again, his little squeaky giggle.

Odysseus posed a question, seemingly out of nowhere. “So, Hermes- do you like to laugh?”

Hermes seemed a little surprised at the sudden question, but answered nonetheless. He had a feeling this might be why he was actually summoned.

“Why, of course I do! Who doesn’t?”

“Ah, that’s good. Let me help you with that!” Without any further warning, the captain snapped his arms around the god and started to scribble against his ribs.

Hermes immediately bursted into happy giggles, not trying to hold back in the least.

“Ehehehe- Ohohody! Ahahaha!” He called a bit, squirming slightly.

“What’s wrong? Can’t take what you dish out?”

“Ehehehehehaha! Ohoho, thahat tihihickles! Ehehehe!” Hermes giggles were bubbly and almost childish in nature, such a purely joyful sound that it made Odysseus laugh along with it.

“Ha! It’s about time I got a little payback!”

Hermes could easily get out of this. Easily. He was very powerful, after all. But he didn’t want to, and he wasn’t ashamed to admit it. But. He wanted to see if Ody could figure it out on his own.

“So, how’s it feel to be on the other end, huh?”

“Tihihickly!” Hermes snarked, an obvious statement, for amusement. It worked as intended, getting a small amused huff from Odysseus.

“Well no shit, Sherlock. That’s the point.”

To accentuate his words, Odysseus moved his hands to Hermes’ tummy, starting to press lightly on the surface.

Hermes giggles immediately increased in pitch, such a joyful, silly, sugar-sweet sound that Odysseus couldn’t help but laugh along. 

“Eeehahahahaha ohoho nohoho, dohohont doho thahat- ehehehehehe!”

“You know, you could probably escape easily if you really wanted to.” Odysseus commented, successfully realizing the thing Hermes wasn’t even trying to hide.

“Ihihi knohow! Ehehehehe!”

“So, why aren’t you? Do you perhaps like this?”

Hermes nodded, gleeful and giddy as he laughed. “Yehehehehes! Ehehahahahaha-! Tohook yohou lohong ehenohough toho fihigure ohout!” Hermes teased slightly, never one to hold his tongue.

“Oh, really? Are you in any position to give me sass?” Odysseus teased, getting far more into the role now that he knew his friend was enjoying it. He pressed down harder, vibrating clawed hands into Hermes’ stomach.

Hermes squealed, a bouncy, bubbly laugh falling freely from his chest. “Eeee! Ahahahaha thahahat reheheally tihihickles ehehehehehe!”

“Good. Maybe that’ll teach you not to sass me.” Odysseus didn’t let up, still pressing vibrating claws into the god’s belly, making him laugh giddily, his wings flapping slightly.

Odysseus’ eyes followed the motion of the white feathers, and he smirked. He took one hand and moved it up, grabbing one of the wings behind his ears and starting to rub the feathers in between his fingers.

Hermes squealed, a high pitched laugh leaving him. “EEEE! NOHOHOHO-! NOHOHOT THEHE WIHINGS!”

“Oh? Not the wings? Not these little wings right here?” Seeing how horribly it tickled the god, Odysseus brought up his other hand to grab the matching wing in the other side and do the same thing.

Hermes was completely lost to his laughter, chest and stomach shaking from the force of it as small tears formed in his eyes. That tickled so! Bad!

“EEEHAHAHA PLEHEHEASE, OHOHODYYY!” His laughter was squeaky and happy, and Odysseus found that it got more and more contagious the longer it went on, not being able to stop himself from laughing along.

“Hehe, that’s a pretty contagious laugh you’ve got there.”

Hermes was too busy laughing and squirming to reply, his sanity starting to slip in the best way from the ticklish sensation. It was driving him mad, unrelenting tingles racing across his wings and causing fluttering laughter to swarm in his belly.

“What’s wrong? Too ticklish to speak?” Odysseus emphasized the word with a teasing lilt, causing a slight blush to form on Hermes’ face.

The room was filled with the happy, bubbly giggles of the god of messages, squealing laughter echoing from him as his very sensitive wings were assaulted with happy, tingly sensations.

“EEE OHODY PLEHEHEHEASEE!” He begged through his loud, squeaky laughter, only partially true. Because he could probably get away if he really wanted to, although it might be harder considering how weak he was from laughter.

Odysseus just chuckled. “Tickle tickle tickle~” he spoke with a teasing lilt, and he could swear that Hermes squeaked at the words.

Hermes was overwhelmed but at the same time so happy. The tickles were driving him crazy and he didn’t even care, because it was so much fun, sending waves of pure joy through him with every wheezing laugh, every contraction of the muscles in his tummy and sides. Tears of joy had fallen at the point, trailing past the shaded boundary from his helmet.

“EEHAHAHA OHODY PLEHEHEASE STAHAHAP! EHEHEHEHEE!”

“I don’t know.. you tickled me first. Twice.”

“IHIM SOHORRRYYY PLEHEHEHEASEE!”

He was absolutely hysterical with laughter, face starting to hurt from being stretched into such a wide smile for so long. His thoughts were so foggy, his brain thoroughly turned to mush from happiness that he couldn’t even think straight enough to use his powers to get away. He loved it so much but at the same time he couldn’t take anymore!

Sensing that Hermes was getting a little overwhelmed, Odysseus decided to give him a small breather, just lightly tapping against his hips to keep him giggling.

Hermes took the chance to greedily take in air, letting his warm face cool down.

“Hehehehehe.. ohoho myhy gohods.. ehehehe- thahat wahahas aha lohot.”

“Oh, did you think we were done? Oh no no no, I don’t plan on stopping any time soon. I want you to be an absolute puddle of laughter by the time I’m through.”

Hermes eyes sparkled with excitement, hidden by the shade of his helmet, a few giddy giggles falling from him. He was honestly excited by the idea, even though he had just been wrecked within an inch of his life, he still wanted more.

Ody smirked as he saw the excitement ripple through the god of speed. “Oh, what was that~? Did that excite you?”

Hermes nodded, still unashamed for his love of being tickled.

Odysseus chuckled in response, before responding with a teasing lilt that caused more giddy butterflies to flutter within Hermes, making him giggle more than he already was from the light taps on his hips.

“Any last words before I make you hysterical again~?”

Hermes thought for a moment, before shaking his head, eager to get on with it.

Odysseus nodded and then started with kneading his tummy, making him burst into giddy laughter immediately.

“Ahahahahahaha! YohOU ahahare reheheally gohood ahat thahahat- EE!” He complained and complimented at the same time, half protesting but not really meaning a word of it.

“Oh, why thank you!” He grinned smugly, and then, just to be evil, he moved his hands to attack Hermes’ underarms and started to blow raspberries all over his belly.

“OHOHO NOHO- EEE! Dohohont dohoho THahahAT-!”

Odysseus felt his inner father emerging, putting on a sort of playful act and making silly noises as he blew raspberry after raspberry onto the messenger’s tummy, using his beard to add an extra layer of ticklishness.

“Omnomnom! This belly is really tasty!” He made little growling and nomming sounds, which made Hermes laugh even harder from amusement at the silly act.

Hermes was absolutely hysterical with laughter, kicking his feet slightly to try and expel the intense giddy energy rippling through him. Each raspberry sent waves of laughter and tingles across his belly, and it didn’t go away. It lingered, and then layered with each new raspberry or nibble, growing more and more ticklish as time went on. Hermes was crying with laughter and happiness, the feeling so intense and so amazing.

He squeaked and squealed as Odysseus blew a raspberry on his lower tummy, then on each side, then right over his bellybutton, then on his ribs, all over his torso, leaving waves upon waves of giddy tingles.

“AHahahahahHEHA! Ihihit tihihickles sohoho BaHAD EhehehehEHEHAHA!” His chest and stomach were shaking and bouncing from his laughter, the wide, giddy smile never leaving his face, his genuine happiness being contagious to Odysseus.

Odysseus chuckled as well, unable to stop himself at hearing the silly, contagious sound of Hermes’ laughter. He decided to lower the intensity for a bit, moving his hands down to start scribbling behind his knees.

Hermes kicked slightly on instinct, but he didn’t try to truly escape. His hysterical, squeaky laughter died down to giggles again, allowing him to take in air.

“Ehehehehe ohoho myhyhy! Ehehe- ihihi cahahant breheheathe- hoholy moholy..” Hermes breathed out through his giggles, taking in breaths and still feeling so giddy.

Odysseus gave him a chance to breathe for a moment, wiggling his fingers behind his knees and tracing around his ankles, before managing to pry his sandals away from his feet slightly, and scratching gently at the soles.

Hermes giggles increased, not nearly as hysterical as it was earlier, but definitely more than it was from the more gentle tracing.

“EhHahHaha ohohohody plehehehease! Ehehehehe!”

“Oh, come on. We both know you don’t actually want me to stop.”

Hermes nodded again. He really didn’t. He protested, yes, but he didn’t mean any of it. It was only instinct, the natural reaction to such intense tickles, even though he enjoyed every second.

After a few more moments, Ody smirked and turned to look at Hermes, speaking with a teasing, taunting tone.

“I’m gonna get your wings~” he sing-songed, scratching at the edge of his ankle, right before where the wings met.

Hermes frantically protested, a giddy nervousness filling his chest and stomach. “Nonononohoho!”

“Yes yes yes~ these soft, little wings are gonna get tickled~”

A faint blush dusted Hermes’ face at the teasing words, so many butterflies and zaps of giddy, nervous excitement rushing through him as the anticipation drove him up the wall.

“Are you ready~”

“Nohoho!” Hermes protested again, even though he would much rather the soldier get it over with rather than deal with this anticipation.

Odysseus smirked again, responding instantly and with a faux lack of sympathy. “Too bad.”

Without any pause, he grabbed each wing on one leg and started to scribble against the feathers, scratching at the base of the wings.

Hermes was once again immediately thrown into heavy , hysterical laughter. “EEHAHAHA! OHOHO MYHYHY GOHODS- NOHOHOT THEHEHEHERE! EEEE!”

Odysseus chuckled again, the contagious laughter fully infecting him. “Oh my, quite ticklish here, are we~?”

Hermes blushed a bit more at the teasing, the fluster only adding to the ticklish experience, if you asked him.

His free wings on the other ankle flapped frantically, drawing the king’s attention.

“Well, would you look at that. It seems like your left set of wings is feeling a little left out.”

“NohOhOHO-! PLEHEHEHEASE!”

“Please tickle your other wings? Why of course!” He taunted, switching sides.

He once again pinched and rubbed the feathers in between his fingers, making Hermes toss his head back as fits of laughter racked his whole body.

He got such an evil thought just then, leaning to one of the wings being his ears and blowing a huge raspberry right on it.

Hermes squealed with laughter once again, absolutely hysterical as mirthful tears dampened his face.

“NOHOHO- EEEEEHAHAHAHAHA! IHIHI CAHAHANT HOHOLY MOHOLY-EEHAHAHAHA!”

Hermes was in absolute ticklish agony, his whole torso quivering with the force of his hysterical laughter from the blissful torture. It was absolutely horrible and yet he loved it so much, rushes of euphoria filling him with every laugh, every raspberry on his wings, every overwhelming ticklish touch.

After only a minute or so of that, Odysseus stopped completely with a final wiggle in his bellybutton, leaving Hermes gasping for air in between fits of residual giggles.

He wiped his eyes under his helmet from the tears of laughter, his face still split in two from his wide smile.

“Ahahahaha.. wohohoah.. yohou’re reheheally gohood ahahat thahahat… ehehehehe…”

Odysseus chuckled a bit. “Yeah, I really did a number on you, didn’t I?”

Hermes nodded, still giggling and trying to cool his breathing and blushing face.

“Are you alright? I didn’t go too far, did I?”

Hermes shook his head slightly. “No, Noho, yohou’re ahalrihihight. That was greheheat.”

“Man, you really like being tickled, don’t you?”

“Yeheheah! It’s fun to laugh like thahat.. ehehehe.”

“Well, I’m glad to have provided that for you.”

“Thahank yohou, daharling.”

“No problem!”

After another minute or so, Hermes finally stopped giggling, and dusted himself off before standing.

“Well, I best be off. I do have a job to do! But don’t be afraid to send a message whenever you want to hang! This was splendid!”

Odysseus chuckled a bit. “And you dont be afraid to come down and ask me for tickles anytime you want.”

Hermes giggled a bit in response. “I’ll keep that in mind. Ta-ta darling!~”

“See ya round!”

And with that, Hermes flew off, leaving with a light heart and a wide smile.

Fuzzy little fellas

🎂: Epic: the musical

🧁: Polites

🍫:Lotus eaters (ft. Ody)

Summary: The Lotus eaters have taken quite a liking to Polites. Unfortunately for him, their affection has quite the effect on him.

A/N: I GASPED in joy when I saw this request. I absolutely love this idea thank you so much for requesting it. It’s a little shorter than I would like but oh well. Also I haven’t been doing it recently, but I finally got to end the fic with its title again! (I used to do that with all my fics for those unaware.) huzzah! But without further ado, Enjooyyyyyy :3

Fuzzy little fellas

“Thank you!”

“Welcome!”

Polites and Odysseus had just finished getting information on food from the Lotus eaters, on their island.

They were just about to head back through the forest towards their ship.

However; the little fuzzy creatures didn’t want Polites to go.

“Stay! Nice man stay!” One spoke, latching onto his leg.

“I’m sorry little guy, but I can’t stay. I have to get to my home.”

“Awwwww” “boooo!” The voices of the creatures echoed around them. It seems they had grown quite an attachment to the sunshiny man.

Odysseus smiled fondly and gave an amused huff.

“We have time until sunrise. We can stay for a while.”

“Really?”

“Yes, really. Go ahead and spend some time with the lotus eaters.”

Polites smiles, and the lotus eaters cheer.

“Yay!” “Nice man stay!” “Friend!”

Polites laughs a bit and sits on the forest floor, allowing the small creatures to come up to him.

They swarm around him, snuggling into his lap and hands, asking for pets. He happily obliges.

“You little guys are so cute..” he whispers a bit.

As much as he was enjoying the affection, there was a slight problem. It tickles. Badly.

The small creatures were nuzzling their fuzzy selves into his side and legs and neck, and he was trying not to squirm too much but… man that fucking tickles.

He was trying to suppress his laughter, both in hopes that the little creatures wouldn’t get upset and that they wouldn’t notice how ridiculously ticklish he was.

He was doing.. okay-ish. For a while. Small giggles and snickers leaving him, as well as wearing a wide, wobbly smile, but managing to suppress the majority of his reactions.

Until one of the Lotus eaters got into his shirt, and it all went out the window.

“Pfft- ohoho nohoho! Nohohot thehehere! Ehehehehe!”

Odysseus looked on in amusement. He knew exactly what was happening as soon as Polites’ smile got wobbly. And he knew it was only a matter of time until his friend broke into giggles.

“Gehehehet ohohout ohof thehere! Ehehehe!”

The lotus eaters seemed confused, but also excited. They liked Polites’ giggles, even if they weren’t sure what was causing it.

“Why laugh?” “Yeah, yeah, why you laugh?!” They asked and chittered excitedly.

“He’s ticklish, that’s why.” Odysseus chimes from the sidelines, watching with an amused grin as he leaned against a tree.

“Trahahahaitor! Ehahahaha!” Polites accused, although it lost all bite behind his wide smile, shining eyes and adorable giggles.

The Lotus eaters tilted their heads, not understanding.

“It means when you touch him in specific spots or ways, he laughs. And one of you found his weak spot.”

“Oo! Where?” They chittered excitedly at the prospect. They loved his laughter, and if there was a way to get more of it they were certainly down.

“Ohohody dohont yohou dahahare!”

“His stomach, extra ticklish.” Odysseus ignores the protest and nods towards Polites’ tummy, where one of the Lotus eaters was still nuzzling and scurrying around.

“Ehehehe plehehease thahat tihihickles! Ehehahahaha!”

“Oo!” “Yay!” “Laugh more!” The lotus eaters chittered again, and then started to intentionally tickle him, especially on his tummy.

“Eee! Nohohoho! Ohoho gohohods- thahat thihihickles!” Polites squirmed around, trying not to fall backwards so he doesn’t crush the small creatures. Their fuzzy little bodies and paws tickled so bad! He couldn’t stop himself from giggling and squirming, fighting his instincts to double over and curl in on himself with all his might.

“Yay!” “Tickle nice man!” “Yeah, yeah! Make nice man laugh!”

Odysseus still watched, smiling. As much as his friend protested, Odysseus knew he loved it. His smile was genuine and he wasn’t really trying to make the creatures stop.

Eventually Polites lost the battle and fell into his back, which only put him into a more vulnerable position as the Lotus eaters swarmed around him, scratching lightly along his ribs, sides and oh so ticklish tummy. He was lost to happy giggles, covering his flushing face with his hands as he squirmed and giggled.

The Lotus waters seemed to be drinking up his giggles, wide, excited smiles adorning their adorable little faces. Their small tails wagging behind them, some of them even brushing along Polites’ knees which made him laugh even more.

He was having quite a bit of fun, as embarrassing as this was. Not only did he get to have a good giggle and just not worry for a while, but also he was being cuddled by adorable fuzzy creatures! What’s there not to like?

As he squirmed on the ground his bandana shifted, his hair became a mess and his glasses went askew, and eventually he squealed when one of the small creatures worked their little fangs onto his tummy, and around his navel.

“EEE- ohohoho nohoho-! Nohohot thahahat ohoho GOhODs-!” His laughter grew squeakier and high pitched, it tickled so much and he couldn’t do anything about it! Well, not anything that would risk hurting the small creatures and he wasn’t going to do that!

But as much fun as it was, it was getting kind of overwhelming and the Lotus Eaters didn’t seem to understand when he actually wanted them to stop.

Seeing the signs of his friend being done, Odysseus walked up and picked up the Lotus eater on his tummy. “Alright guys, he’s had enough.”

“Awwww!” “But he happy!” “Yeah, he laugh!”

Odysseus chuckled a bit. “Let this be an excellent learning opportunity for ya little fuzz balls.” He spoke informatively, almost like a teacher during lecture and set down the Lotus Eater gently on the forest floor. “The laughing is a reflex, and doesn’t necessarily mean that someone is happy in this case. It can be enjoyable, but after a while it can get to be too much, you get it?”

There were mutters of agreement echoed around the Lotus Eaters, and they got some final head pats from Polites before backing off and allowing him to stand.

“Alright, we gotta go now.” Odysseus spoke, a hint of empathy in his voice.

Another saddened echo, just like before.

“But it was great meeting you! Maybe we’ll come back to visit, yeah?” Polites replied, ever the optimist, trying to lighten the mood a bit.

“Oo, yeah!” “Yay!” The small creatures cheered in agreement.

Then the two men left, both feeling in significantly higher spirits. All thanks to those fuzzy little fellas.

🎂:Epic the musical

🧁:Polites, Odysseus, Eurylochus

🍫: Hermes

Summary: Hermes plays a neat little trick on the big trio on the ship.

A/N: more epic!! I love ler Hermes so much🙏 also, writing three lee’s is HARD yall. Once again, the ending sucks ass, sorry. I never know how to end these things 😭

Trickster

It was a normal, monotonous day on the ship.

Or, at least, it was supposed to be.

Odysseus, the captain, Eurylochus, the second in command, and Polites, the best friend and also pretty high up in the ranks, were standing together, talking about random nothings as they leaned against the railing of the ship.

Meanwhile, Hermes decided that he wanted to live up to his domain as the trickster god, and flew down to the ship, hiding off to the side.

‘Ohoho this is gonna be good.’ He thought to himself as he hid, watching his victims friends from the shadows with a smug smile. And then he used his divine powers to make a slight, barely-noticeable tingling sensation on the sides of all three men.

Due to its lightness, it wasn’t abnormal at first, and they rubbed at it once or twice but nothing too crazy. But as Hermes made it slightly more noticeable and it wasn’t going away, Odysseus commented.

“Man, what is that?”

Eurylochus raised an eyebrow and responded. “What is what?”

“There’s like a weird tingling on my side.”

The other two seemed shocked and replied in unison. “You too?!”

At this declaration, they realized that something was going on. Why else would all three of them be feeling that at the same time?

Just then, Hermes revealed himself with a laugh.

“Hey there, friends!”

“Hermes?!” They all called in shock, and then the god replied.

“The one and only!”

“Are you responsible for this?” Odysseus questioned with an air of seriousness behind his voice, although for some reason he found that it lost all bite, as the tingling sensation made him have the urge to smile.

“You bet I am! Let’s take it up a notch, shall we~?” Hermes lilting voice replies, and with a wave of his hand all three men feel the tingling grow into a true tickle.

Polites instantly burst into giggles, but the more stoic two tried to hold back.

“Ehehahahaha hehehehermehehehes, whyhyhy!”

“I just wanted to, seemed like fun! It’s a neat little trick, ain’t it? Come on, Friends, why are you holding back? Laughing is fun, just let yourself go!” He directs the latter part of his statement to the two that were repressing their laughter, holding their hands over their mouths as their shoulders shook with the effort. Odysseus shook his head, not wanting to give in.

“Well then, I guess I’ll have to up the ante a bit~” Hermes drawls again, and then moves the sensation to Odysseus’ thighs and Eurylochus’ armpits, their respective worst spots. Although Polites was already giggling, he decided to move it for him as well, to his tummy, the buzzing sensation increasing his giggles.

“Eee hehehehermehehes thahahat tihihickles! Ahahahahaha!” He squeaks slightly, doubling over and hugging himself around the middle, as if to block the sensation, but it doesn’t do anything for it, the sensation being entirely magical, as if coming from inside.

“I know, isn’t it great~?”

Meanwhile, Eurylochus finally broke, deep, rumbling chuckles leaving him from the feeling. Odysseus, however, was still stubbornly hanging on.

“Ahahahaha hehehermehehehes, stohohop thihis!”

“No way, I think you could use a laugh! And you, Friend,” he addresses Odysseus, “are fighting far too hard. Let the laughter consume you, my friend!” He waves his hand again, causing the feeling to intensify for all three men, and Odysseus breaks.

“Ppffft- shihihiit! Ahahahahaha!”

“There we go! Now was that so hard~”

Now all three men were giggling and laughing, squirming around. Hermes watched with a wide smile, and they all had very different reactions to the feeling.

Polites was doubled over and hugging himself still, but was also clearly enjoying himself, never once saying ‘no!’ Or ‘stop!’. Eurylochus had his arms snapped to his sides, still laughing with deep rumbling chuckles, protesting loudly. Odysseus was super embarrassed, blushing as he laughed wildly in front of his crew.

“Hehehehehermehehes, STOHOHOP!”

“Aww, but why~ this is so much fun!” Hermes pouts dramatically, holding his face.

“Speheak fohor yohoursehelf aHahahahaha!”

“I dunno~ you all sure sound like you’re having fun.”

“Nohoho whehehe ahaharent! Cuhuhut ihit ohout!” Eurylochus protested through his laughter, struggling to get the words out.

Polites spoke up from his spot. “Ihi dohont knohow Guhuys, Ihi thihink thihis ihis kihinda fuhun! Ehahahaha!”

“I knew you would~” Hermes coos, causing Polites to blush, but he doesn’t deny anything or protest at all.

“Since you’re having fun, why don’t I make this a little bit more interesting, hmm?” The god drawls again, once again increasing the sensation for all three men.

They’re all consumed by unrelenting tickles on their worst spots, the entire area being overwhelmed with fluttery, electric tingles that make them hysterical with laughter.

Polites can feel his entire tummy being assaulted with the ticklish sensations, feeling like prodding fingers and raspberries on every inch of the surface. He doesn’t deny that he’s having fun, small joyful tears forming in his eyes as he giggles.

Eurylochus can feel his whole underarm area being tickled ruthlessly, a buzzing electric sensation consuming him. It tickles so bad! And he is much more reluctant to admit that he doesn’t totally hate this, not even admitting it to himself.

Odysseus is certainly the most embarrassed of the three. He is supposed to be the captain, strong and respectable! But here he was, unable to stop himself from laughing loudly from the feeling of his legs being squeezed and scratched ticklishly. He feels his knees buckle and he grabs into the railing for support. He also refuses to admit to himself that he’s enjoying the feeling, the enjoyment being far overshadowed by embarrassment.

The crew has gathered around to watch the scene, cooing and cheering.

“Haha, they needed to be taken down a notch!”

“Aww, look how much fun Polites is having!”

“I know, right? He’s smiling so wide!”

“Haha, yeah, and I think Eurylochus and the Cap are enjoying it too, even if they don’t wanna admit it.”

The three blush more at the words, especially Odysseus, feeling humiliated at being reduced to a laughing mess in front of his men. Hermes watches, hovering around in various relaxed or playful positions, not deactivating or lowering the relentless divine tickles in the slightest.

“Look how cute you are~ all giggly and happy~” the trickster coos, floating like a school girl would lay on their stomach. He’s having a blast watching and causing the chaos, and he knows that his targets are too, even if two of them won’t admit it.

“Hehehehermehehes, cuhuhut ihihit ohohohout!” Eurylochus continues to protest, feeling as though he has to do something, anything to stop the sensation.

“I don’t think so, darling~ in fact, I don’t think you should be telling a god what to do~”

Eurylochus sees what Hermes is implying and quickly backtracks with giggly apologies. “Wahahait, ihihim sohohorry nononohohoho!”

Hermes giggles and intensifies the sensation anyway. “Yes~ tickle tickle tickle! Doesn’t that feel nice~”

“NoHOhoHO IHIT dohoHOESNT! STohop, PlehehHEASE!” Eurylochus’ chuckles raise to belly laughs, the sensation driving him mad.

Polites, despite how much fun he’s having right now, almost feels a pang of.. jealousy? At Eurylochus’ pleading, feeling like he’s missing out on something more intense. Picking up on this, somehow, Hermes looks at Polites with a teasing yet fond smile, speaking with a teasing lilt that makes Polites blush grow.

“Aww, is someone feeling a little jealous~? Dont worry, friend, let me help you with that~” Hermes does so, increasing the sensation for Polites as well, even adding some ticklish sensation to his sides as well, sensing just how much the optimistic man is enjoying himself.

Polites’ Jealousy immediately vanishes, replaced by a giddy panic mixed with happiness, his squeaky giggles growing louder. He nearly cheers aloud, but decides against it, not wanting to embarrass himself more than he already has. “Eehehehhahahahaha ihihits sohoho tihihickly! Ahahahahaha!”

“Aww, I know it is~ it feels good, doesn’t it~?” Polites doesn’t respond directly, but he doesn’t deny it either, and his body language conveys how he’s really feeling, so he doesn’t really have to respond.

Odysseus is leaning on the railing for support, falling nearly entirely to the floor from the unending, debilitating ticklish shocks sending through his legs. He is so embarrassed, but despite that, he’s also, maybe..having.. just a bit of fun. (It’s a lot of fun, but he’s not even gonna think about that) His worst spot is being tickled absolutely ruthlessly, the electric sensation not letting up for a single moment. His laughter is loud and frantic, but it does carry a tone of genuine joy as well.

“AhaHAhaHAHAHAH! MahahaHAKe ihihit StohohoHOP-!”

“What’s wrong, too ticklish~?” Hermes’ teasing words make his already bright red face get even brighter, his embarrassment evident on his face that’s also adorned with a wide smile, just as his two friends who are squirming and laughing besides him.

“Plehehehehease, hehehehermehehes, ihi CAHAHANT Tahahake ihihit!” Eurylochus’ voice rumbles with his deep laughter, a low, loud sound.

“Sure you can~ all you gotta do is laugh, and you’re doing just fine at that~”

“Heheheehehahahahahahaha! Ihihit tihihickles sohoho muhuhuch! Hahahahahha!” Polites’ happy giggling continues to fill the air of the ship, earning coos from the watching audience.

Hermes decides that Odysseus needs to join his friends in the more intense feeling, increasing it for him as well, making his legs fully fail, him collapsing to the floor in loud fits of laughter, kicking in order to try and expel the sensation, or at the very least deal with it. “AHAHAH- NohoHO- ahahahahahaha!”

“Oop, man down! Looks like someone’s awful ticklish~”

“AHaHAHA NOHOT THEHERE, PLEHEASE!”

“Oh, but this spot is just so fun!”

Eurylochus continues to let out Belly laughs, his being the deepest of the three, filling the air with the booming sound. “Hahahahahahaha ehehenohohough, plehehehehease! Ahahahahaha!”

“Why should I~ you all seem to be having a good time~”

Polites is still giggling happily, holding his stomach with small tears of joy rolling down his face. He is having an absolute blast right now, and is the most open about it.

Odysseus, meanwhile, was stuck in absolute ticklish agony, laughing loudly as his thighs were assaulted with ruthless tickles, forcing endless laughter from his chest. He, too, had tears of laughter falling, the feeling be so unbelievably intense, and despite the fact that he doesn’t want to admit it, it feels so good. What made it worse is that he couldn’t even fight back! There were no hands to push at, no pin to struggle against, but yet no matter how much he kicked and squirmed it did nothing to help alleviate the maddening feeling.

Eurylochus was much in the same position, arms pinned to his sides but it doing nothing to block or protect him from the intense tingling tickles on his underarms, making his deep belly laughs ring throughout the ship.

Hermes could tell that they were reaching their limit, so decided for one last hurrah before ending the feeling.

“You guys ready for a grand finale~”

“NOHOHO!”

“Plehehehehease dohohont!”

Eurylochus and Odysseus protested loudly, whereas Polites just felt flutters of anticipation in his chest.

Hermes ignored the pleas, and for said ‘grand finale’, made the three have even more intense sensations all over their most ticklish spots, driving them mad with laughter.

It only lasted for a few seconds, the men’s hysterical laughter filling the ship like a joyful symphony, but to them it felt like an hour. It was so unbelievably intense, probably the strongest tickling any of them had ever experienced.

It was absolutely unbearable, and although it was a little enjoyable, they each knew that they couldn’t take it for more than a few seconds.

After the longest 5 seconds of their lives, Hermes snapped and the sensation disappeared, leaving just residual giggles.

After a minute or so that the men took to cool their breathing and stop giggling, Hermes spoke.

“Did you have fun~~” the blush that had started to fade immediately returned in full force.

“Yeah..” Polites spoke quietly, not bothering to deny it despite it being embarrassing to admit.

“Absolutely not!” Eurylochus and Odysseus chimed in at the same time, despite it being not fully true.

Odysseus continued. “Please, never do that again.”

Hermes did an exaggerated pout. “Booo, you’re no fun~”

Odysseus just sighed. “At the very least can you not do that while I’m in front of everyone?”

“I make no promises~”

With final goodbyes and well wishes, Hermes flew off to continue his job, leaving the three flustered from the experience.

“Agree to never talk about this again?”

Odysseus spoke and the other two nodded.

“Agreed.” Eurylochus continued. “You don’t have to tell me twice.”

They dispersed to do various things and continue their jobs, but they couldn’t deny that they had a slight lightness in their chests after the experience, the boredom of the day having been lifted slightly.

It was a pretty cool trick.

🎂:Epic the musical

🧁:Hermes

🍫:Athena, Aries, Apollo, Artemis

Summary: Hermes pulls a prank on his siblings, and then tries to ask for tickles, but none of them agree.

A/N: I liked this idea, and thought it would be a great expression of how shameless of a lee Hermes is. Also an excuse to write sibling dynamics <3 don’t question why Hermes only chose to ask the people he pranked rather than the other gods on Olympus I don’t feel like thinking of a reason. Anyway, ENJOY! :3

Cw: mild swearing! Very basic binds! (Just hands tied together. Entirely platonic.) also pretty intense tickles, but once again he enjoys every second of it.

P.S: this is a long one! Buckle up, and grab a snack!

Unconventional retribution

Hermes was causing chaos. Again.

He was bored, and felt like pulling a bit of a prank. So, he waited until all his siblings, (and by all, he means a few. He has hundreds of siblings- ahem- Zeus.) were together, and-

He dropped a giant water balloon on their heads.

He was rewarded with gasps and scoffs and other various noises of annoyance and shock.

“Ugh! Hermes!” Athena stood, glaring at him. Apollo blew his dripping hair out of his face, trying to dry himself off.

“Ahahahaha- you guys should see your faces! Ahahahaha!” He laughs at their expense, earning glares from all of them.

“Oh, you’re gonna pay for that.” Ares growled, but before he could go after the messenger, he was stopped by a calm yet firm grip on his shoulder.

“Don’t chase him, Ares. You won’t catch him.” Apollo whispered. “I have a better idea.”

Hermes didn’t bother listening in on their conversation, he was far too busy giggling to himself over the fairly simple prank. Apollo gathered them together, planning revenge.

“What’s your idea, Apollo?” Athena asked, already trying to mentally piece together what he could possibly be thinking of.

“When he asks us to tickle him, we simply won’t.”

Ares groaned. “Ugh! I don’t want to wait for him to decide to ask us for something!”

Athena chimed up again. “Yeah, how do we even make sure he asks us? What if he doesn’t?”

“Oh trust me, he will.” Apollo paused for dramatic effect. “We’re gonna put him in a lee mood.”

Artemis raised an eyebrow and spoke for the first time this whole conversation. “And how exactly do you plan to do that?”

“Just follow my lead.”

He turned to project his voice towards the still giggling Hermes.

“Hey Hermes!”

Hermes paused his giggling, flying down to the group.“Yes, dear brother~?”

“That was a good prank! You really got us good, you little shit.” He punctuated his statement with a poke to the side, making Hermes flinch and smile as he expected Apollo to continue. But.. he didn’t. Hermes tried to act like it didn’t bother him, completely unaware that it was intentional.

“Ahahaha, thank you! Sometimes less is more, Y’know?”

“I couldn’t agree more, certainly tickled my fancy.” Apollo spoke smugly, and around him, his siblings started to realize what he was doing.

Hermes felt more giddy butterflies bubbling up at the words, his smile widening. He could just feel the impending wrecking that was radiating from his siblings, and it was making him excited. He could feel the beginnings of a lee mood sparkling in his chest.

“See ya round, Hermes.” The group departed, the idea of their revenge planted.

As the day went on, the four continued to tease him. Sometimes subtly, sometimes.. not so subtly. (‘Don’t worry, I’ll make you laugh so hard you forget your own name’, Ares had said at some point. That one sent the butterflies reeling.) it was driving him up the wall.

Hermes was in a full-blown Lee mood. He was giddy and giggly and excited, constantly thinking about laughter and squirming and tingles. He knew he needed to ask someone, and he wasn’t ashamed to do so. So first, he asked Athena.

“Atheeeennaaaaaa” He dramatically flopped himself across her lap, a hand to his forehead in a ‘woe is me’ pose.

The goddess rolled her eyes in response,pushing him off of her(to which he just flew a few inches back). “Yes, Hermes?”

“Will you tickle me?”

Athena raised an eyebrow. ‘Wow, Apollo’s idea really worked.’ “No.”

“Pretty pleeeease? With a cherry on top?”

“No.” She repeated, keeping her answers curt.

“Why noooooot?”

“With that prank you pulled earlier? You don’t deserve tickles.”

“Ugh. Boo, you’re no fun. I’ll just go ask someone else.”

Athena smirked as he flew away, chuckling to herself. “Good luck with that, Hermes.”

The next sibling he attempted to ask was Ares. He was usually pretty ruthless, which is exactly what he wanted right now.

“Hey Ares!”

Ares jolted and tried to act like he wasn’t startled. “Ugh, what do you want, Hermes.” He said it more like an aggravated statement than a question.

“Will you tickle me? Please?”

“Ugh, no.”

Hermes sighed. “Why not?!”

“I’m busy.”

“No you aren’t!” Hermes challenged, gesturing at the fact that Ares was literally just sitting there.

Ares smirked, enjoying the banter. “Yes I am, what are you talking about?”

“Uuuuughhhhhh fine! I’ll go ask Artemis!”

Ares smirked. This is fun to see.

“Hello Hermes.” Artemis didn’t even look up from waxing her bow to speak to him. “What do you need?”

“Gimme tickles! Pretty please!”

Artemis rolled her eyes and didn’t respond, which prompted a dramatic whine and pokes from the messenger. “Artemiiiiis. Don’t ignore meeeeeee”

“Go away. The answer is no.”

Hermes huffs, pouting slightly. At least there’s one more person to ask. “Hmph, whatever.”

He flew over to Apollo. “Heyyy Mr.sunshine!”

“Ah, Hermes. What can I do you for?”

“Will you pretty please tickle me?”

“Hmmm.. no.”

Hermes groaned loudly. “What is up with you guys!”

Apollo raised an eyebrow. “Whatever do you mean?”

“I’ve asked all four of you, and all of you said no!”

At this, the other three emerged from hiding in the same clearing where this whole thing started. Apollo spoke up, acting as the leader for this plan since he came up with it.

“That would be my idea, brother.”

“What?”

“After your little prank earlier, we decided to get revenge.. unconventionally. So, we aren’t going to tickle you. That is, until you apologize.”

Hermes groaned, pouting. “ughhhhh, I’m sorry, okay?! I’m sorry I dropped a water balloon on your heads. Now will you pretty please tickle me?”

Apollo chuckled. “Alright, fine. I’ll accept your apology. C’mere. Let’s get that pout off your face, hmm~?”

Hermes happily did so, and all four of the group circled him. Now that he was actually getting what he wanted, the pout completely disappeared, leaving a giddy smile in its place. It definitely didn’t help that Artemis used some of her hunters rope to keep his hands up while still allowing her hands to be free. Hermes was now downright giddy.

“And five, four, three-” Apollo drawled each word, to add to the growing anticipation he could see all over Hermes’ face.

“Dohohont cohount!” Hermes half-whined, but the anticipatory giggles littering the words definitely muddled the seriousness.

“Hey! Don’t interrupt me! Now I gotta start again! Five~ four~”

The other three joined in on the last three, adding to the playful energy. “Three, two-“ there was a pause, it probably only lasted a second, but to Hermes it felt like eternity.

“ONE!”

All at once, his nerves exploded with ticklish sensations, causing him to burst into giggles and gasps of laughter.

“Eeeehahahahaha!”

“Aww, such cute giggles~” Apollo teased, a singing lilt to his voice.

Hermes blushed at the teasing- he might not get embarrassed, but he sure did get flustered, and it just made it all the better.

There were electric sensations all across his skin- his belly, his sides and ribs, his neck, his back- he couldn’t focus on one feeling. Joyful, bubbly giggles spilled from his lips endlessly, his wide smile showcasing just how much fun he was having.

“Ahahahahaha-! Tihihihickles!”

“That’s the point, silly. Isn’t that what you wanted?” Athena smirked and raised an eyebrow.

Hermes nodded in response, the sensation being absolutely unbearable yet addicting at the same time. “Ehehehehe yehehehehes! Ahahahahaha-!”

“Is it too much? Hmm?” Artemis spoke, her usually quiet nature making it all the more flustering.

“Yehehehehehes! Ehehehehe!”

“But you love it, don’t ya, feathers?” Ares snarked in his gravelly voice.

“Yehehehehehes! Ihihits sohoho tihihickly! Ehehehehehe-!”

“I’m glad. You know, maybe these wings deserve some attention, yeah?” Apollo suggested, looking to his siblings. The other’s nodded, and Hermes protested through a giddy nervousness. “Nohohoho! Nohohot thehehere!”

“Why not~?” The sun god sang “don’t you love it there?”

Hermes didn’t know how to respond. He did, but it was also just so ticklish! He couldn’t stand it! “Ihihi-! Yehehehes, buhuhut-!”

“Sorry, I can’t hear you over your giggles!” Ares spoke, and then all four of them started to target his wings. Apollo got the ones behind his ears, Ares got the ones at his left ankle and Athena got the ones at his right ankle. (Artemis took up the task of holding him still. He was definitely gonna squirm.)

Hermes lost it. A joyful squeal ripped from him, followed by loud peals of laughter. He tried in vain to squirm, to flap his wings away, but he just couldn’t. He was in stitches, and happy tears formed in his eyes.

“Ahahahahahaha-! Nohohot thehehere- EEEE!”

“Aww, what’s wrong? The little messenger can’t take it?” Apollo cooed, taking each of his ear wings in his hands and scribbling and rubbing against them.

“Nohohoho-! Ihihi- ahahahahahaha!”

Hermes was breathless, in ticklish agony, and he loved it so much. The blissful torture was exactly what he wanted, his sides starting to hurt from how hard he’s laughing.

Then Artemis, still holding him down, started to add raspberries on his tummy, and he just broke. Endless, loud and giddy laughter echoed from his chest, his face dampened from tears, cheeks sore from smiling and sides aching from the workout. As much as he loved the feeling, he was starting to reach his limit, so as best as he could through his peals of laughter, he called, “OHOHOKAY- ST-AHA- STOHOHOP!”

Knowing that Hermes wasn’t one to protest unless he meant it, his siblings immediately took the cue and stopped. Artemis took off the rope from his hands and started to soothingly pet his wings to get rid of the lingering tingles, while Athena went to go get him some water.

“Are you alright?” Apollo asked softly.

“Y-yeheah.. ehehe.. thahat was ahawesome.. you Guhuys are the best..” he was loopy from giggles, and his true thoughts just spilled out, earning a collective ‘awwwww!’ From everyone, even Athena who was lucky enough to return just as he said it.

“Here you go, brother. Drink up. Make sure to go slow.”

Hermes nodded and gratefully took the water, taking a gentle sip to soothe his lungs and throat- ice cold. Perfect.

“Thahanks, Guhuys.. ihi lohove you.”

“We love you too, Hermes.”

And they spent the rest of the day talking and enjoying their time together.

Like if telemachus is sad one night missing his dad and having terrible anxiety Penelope notices and decides to cheer him up?

Wondering

🎂:Epic the musical

🧁:Telemachus

🍫:Penelope

Summary: Penelope finds her son awake in the middle of the night, wondering and longing about his dad. She decides to cheer him up.

A/N: HURT/COMFORT MY FAVORITE! Thank you so much for this request!! It’s a little shorter than I’d like, but whatevs. Enjoooyyy!

Wondering

It was late.

Telemachus knew that, but he couldn’t get himself to sleep. He was thinking about his dad, muttering quietly to himself.

“Did he ever have sleepless nights, before the war? Does he now? Does he look up at the sky at night and think about us?”

He had many nights like this, whispering quietly to himself about all the things he wondered about his father. “I wonder what he looks like now. Is he the same as he was 20 years ago? Or is he now ragged, disheveled. Or maybe he looks even more heroic and impressive than he did before.”

Telemachus sighed, rolling over. Not like it would help him sleep. “Does he have fears? What makes him happy? What are his hobbies, his interests?”

Penelope happened to hear him, as she walked back towards her room after using the bathroom.

She leaned in towards the closed door, listening.

“I wonder what his hugs feel like. Are they a little too tight? Are they warm? Is he the type to playfully ruffle my hair before pulling away?”

Penelope smiled, soft and fond, but with a hint of sadness. She then slowly creaked open the door, deciding that her son needed her in this moment.

Telemachus heard the sound of the door opening, and turned to look, a little surprised.

“Mother?”

She sighed slightly. “I heard what you were talking about.”

Telemachus looked a little embarrassed. “..oh.”

“Scooch.” She playfully demanded, and Telemachus did so, sitting up to make room for Penelope to sit next to him.

“It’s just one of those nights, huh?”

Telemachus sighed, curling into himself a bit. “Yeah.”

“I often wonder about what he’s like too. How he’s changed since he left.”

Telemachus didn’t address the statement. He didn’t really know how. So he just asked a question.

“Do you think he’ll love me? After all this time? Do you think he’ll be proud of the man I’ve become?”

Penelope smiled that sad smile again, pulling her son close. “Of course, dear. I can tell from the way he looked at you when you were born- he loves you like nothing else.”

Telemachus laughed, but it didn’t really have any humor behind it. “Except for you, mother.”

Penelope gave a humorless laugh as well in reply. “Maybe.”

They stay in a comfortable silence for a moment, Penelope stroking his hair in a comforting manner. He looked so… sad. She didn’t know what to do about it.

That is, until an idea struck her.

“You know.. despite being a very powerful soldier, there is one weakness your father has.”

“Really? What is it?” He asked, looking at her curiously.

She leaned in and spoke quietly. “He’s very ticklish.”

Without giving Telemachus time to prepare or respond, she started to scratch her long nails along his belly, making him burst into a fit of giggles.

“Mohohotheher!”

“Looks like you’re no different, hmm? Maybe you have more similarities to your father than I thought.”

“Mohohother, stohohop! Thahat tihihickles!”

“Of course it tickles! I’m tickling you, silly!” She smiled, much more genuine joy behind it this time.

Telemachus was smiling now too, squirming and wiggling in Penelope’s hug that now felt more like a trap.

“Hmm, I wonder if you and your father have the same tickle spots.” She wondered aloud, to tease Telemachus. “Guess we’ll have to find out, hmm?”

“Nohohoho, dohont!”

Penelope knew exactly what to do when he said that. It’s exactly what Odysseus would have done. “Don’t what?”

“Tihihickle mehehe!”

“Tickle you? Why of course, my son!” She smiled, moving her hands up to scratch and pinch at his ribs.

“Thahahats nohot whahat ihihi meheheant!”

“Haha, that was one of your father’s favorite tricks.”

“Reheheally?”

“Yup. He’s quite good at this too. Maybe I’ll have to ask him to gang up on you when he gets home.”

“Nohohoho-!”

“Yes! Anyway, where were we? Ah, yes, testing your tickle spots.” She continued to scratch at his ribs for a moment, before moving up to his underarms.

His giggles broke into laughter, his face scrunched into an adorable smile. “Mohohohother!”

“Ah, seems like this is a shared spot! He’s quite ticklish here as well.”

“Ehahahaha stohohohop!”

“Hmm.. no. I don’t think I will. There are still so many places to try! How abouuuut.. here?” She teased, moving further up and scribbling at his neck and ears. His laughter became quick, bubbly giggles once again, scrunching his shoulders fruitlessly against the touch. “Eee! Mohohother-!”

“Aww, such adorable giggles, my little prince~” She cooed, causing a bright pink blush to erupt on Telemachus’ face. Penelope continued the touches on his neck for a moment, before trailing down and starting to trace his back.

Telemachus squeaked, his giggles increasing.

“So you do have a ticklish back! Not nearly as much as Ody does, though” Penelope chuckled, drawing little spirals and circles along his spine, laughter bubbling up from his chest without end.

Telemachus was protesting, but he was very much happy this was happening. Not only because the tickles may or may not feel kinda nice, but because he was learning about his father. His weaknesses, the way he would be playful and fatherly if he were around. The information on his sensitivity made him seem more real, more grounded to Telemachus, less like an ideal glow that he could only dream of, the image fleeting any time he tried to get a decent grip on it.

Penelope then moved to squeeze his sides, making his giggles grow squeaky for a moment at the change in location.

“Ah- ahahaha- mohohotheher- plehehehease-!”

“You’re so ticklish, son!”

“Stohohohop ihihit!”

“No can do! We haven’t tested all your tickle spots yet! Hmm, let’s see..” she then started to scratch at his thighs and hips, which made his giggles die down a bit.

“So that’s not a shared spot, your father has very ticklish thighs. What aboooout… here?” She moved down to his feet, making him kick a little.

“Hey! Will you stop that, I’m trying to test something here!”

“Cahahahant hehehelp ihihit! Ehehehehehehahaha-!”

“Okay, okay, so you’re nice and ticklish here.”

“Mohohohom! Pleheheheheheaseeee!”

“Alright alright, just one more thing. For fun.” She took a deep breath, getting panicked giggles out of her son, before blowing a massive raspberry right in the center of his tummy, making him laugh much louder.

“AHAHA- mohohohoooom!”

Penelope let up, embracing her son in a tight hug.

“Good to know that you’re still as weak to raspberries as you were when you were a baby.”

Telemachus blushed and whined at the teasing. “Moooooom.”

Penelope chuckled. “Alright, alright I’m done.” She pulled back from the hug, looking into her son’s eyes with love.

“You think you’re ready to go to sleep now?”

“Yeah..” as if to prove his point, the sentence was punctuated with a yawn as he lied back down. “Thanks, mom. G’night.”

“Night, Telemachus.” She whispered, walking away and closing the door as Telemachus fell asleep.

🎂: Epic the musical

🧁: Odysseus

🍫: Hermes

Summary: Hermes decides to cause a little mischief in the most fun way he knows how.

A/N: FUCK IT IM WRITING FOR EPIC. I am obsessed with Hermes and also very lee for him. Like there is a primal need within me to be wrecked by this man. This was very fueled by my lee mood and said desire to be wrecked by Hermes. (I basically just wrote what I wanted but happening to Odysseus haha) Hope yall enjoy this very self indulgent thing I wrote! :D

Cw for some pretty intense tickles

(P.S don’t question how Hermes does stuff it’s God Magic)

Levity

Hermes was bored. He had nothing to do, and he wasn’t the type to just sit around. No, he wanted to cause chaos. He wanted to spread mischief and jokes and make someone laugh or groan or smile, or even better, all of the above.

He decided to target his great grandson, and also his friend, Odysseus.

Ody had been on a journey after the Trojan war to get home, it’s been a month or so, and they were still just sailing. Hermes decided that the captain could use a little levity, a break from the monotony of daily life.

So he flew over to the ship and snuck on, heading towards the captains quarters.

Odysseus was working on some sort of Nondescript Work. Sitting at his desk with a quill in hand.

It wasn’t fun, but it was necessary. He stayed up late into the night, gazing out at the moon and ocean outside.

He started to feel as though he was being watched. He gazed around the room, but after not seeing anything he brushed it off.

Meanwhile, Hermes was snuck in the corner and ready to begin to cause some trouble. He started by slowly and steadily raising the.. ahem.. sensitivities… of the captain.

At first it wasn’t noticeable, after all nothing was actively tickling him, so how would he know he was getting increasingly ticklish with each passing second?

But then- the motion of his clothes against his skin felt tingly. And then the air blowing past his neck made him want to scrunch up.

Eventually it got to a point where any sort of motion at all made him giggle, and at this point he knew something, or rather, someone was messing with him.

“Alrihihight who’s doing that.” He did his best not to move to much, as every motion sent waves of ticklishness through him.

Hermes flew out, showing himself.

“Hey there, Odysseus!” He giggled, smiling tauntingly.

“Ohof course it’s you, Hermes.”

He raised an eyebrow. “And whatever is that supposed to mean?”

“You like to cause trouble. This seheems on brand for you. Now can you please return me to normal? I’d appreciate being able to move without laughing.”

“I’m afraid I can’t do that. Well, I mean, I can, I just don’t want to.”

Odysseus groaned.

“In fact, I think I’m going to take advantage of this~”

“What does that mean- HermeHEEHES!” He was cut off by his own laughter as the god flew over to him, scratching gently at his ribs.

Odysseus immediately knew this was going to suck. Hermes was barely touching him and yet he was already incapacitated by the sensation. It was so much stronger than it would’ve been normally.

“Hehermehehes cuhuhut ihit ohohout!”

“No way! This is so much fun! Dont you agree~?”

“Absohoholuhuhutely nohoHOT.” He lied between loud fits of laughter. It was so BAD and he was barely touching him! His increased sensitivity was extremely apparent, his nerves lighting up and firing rapidly at the smallest touch. But despite that- it was kinda.. fun? He couldn’t understand why, but the unbelievably ticklish feelings plaguing his nervous system felt good. It felt nice to just let go and laugh his head off, unable to do anything to stop it.

“I don’t think that’s the truth~ you seem to be having a good time to me~.”

“NohohoHo IHIM NOHOT- EEHEEHAAHA” peals of laughter echoed from him as he tried to protest, even though he didn’t really mean it.

Hermes moved up, starting to tickle the underarms of the king. This was a much worse spot for him, and his laughter became louder. He couldn’t breathe, but yet it felt so nice. He was giddy with the feeling, pounding his fists on his desk to try and expel some of the happy, ticklish energy building up within him.

“Tickle tickle tickle~ aren’t you such a ticklish little thing~ yes you are, yes you are!” Hermes teased, giggling with him.

Odysseus blushed furiously, and covered his face, but was unable to form words through his laughter. Hermes saw that he was struggling to breathe, so he lowered his ticklishness back down. Not fully to its normal levels, but enough so that he could get a good breath in.

“HErmehehehes plehehehease stohohop! I cahahant Tahahake ihihit!” Tears of joy had formed in his eyes, and he was struggling to not let them fall.

“Aww, don’t say that, I believe in you! And you better hope I’m right~, cause I don’t plan on stopping aaaanytime soon~” the trickster moved his hands to Odysseus’ tummy, squeezing gently.

“Uhughh, yohohoure a jeheherk!”

Hermes scoffed in mock offense. “Uh! You have the audacity to call a god a jerk? I come in here to provide some levity and I get called a jerk?! I cannot let that slide.”

“Yohou cahame hehere fohor ehentertahainmehent ahand yohou knohow ihit!”

“Yeah, I did. I also came here because I wanted to see some laughter, is that such a crime? And your sass is unwarranted. I’m turning your sensitivity back up-“

“Whahahait dohohont- ihihim sohorhorry!” The phrase ended in a squealing laugh as Hermes made good on his promise, turning his ticklishness up extremely.

“Are you actually sorry or are you just saying that so I’ll stop? Cause I have a feeling it’s the second one. And that’s fine- it just means I’ll have to tickle and tickle and tickle until you mean it! Doesn’t that sound like fun~”

Any protests the captain tried to make were consumed by his booming laughter, unable to form coherent thoughts, let alone sentences. His nerves were on fire in the best way, every bone in his body telling him to laugh. He felt as though the tickling sensation was at his very core, going deep into his body and mind.

Floods of dopamine hit his systems, overwhelmed by the tickles. He couldn’t stop laughing, he couldn’t stop smiling, and as much as he hated to admit it, it felt amazing. It was unbearable in such a good way, shocking his nerves over and over with light, bubbly, happy feelings. Tears had long since fallen, the overwhelming happiness and laughter forming as droplets.

All the while Hermes kept teasing, his lilting voice so flustering. Hermes was also having the time of his life, seeing someone who was usually so sad and stoic broken down into heavy fits of laughter, wide smile splitting his face.

Just then the playful god had an idea for a game, he stopped for a moment, allowing Odysseus to catch his breath.

The laughter died down into smaller giggles, perpetuated by the phantom sensations left behind.

“Hey, Odysseus~ how about we play a game, hmm~?”

“Oho gohoodnehess.. hehermes plehehease, I cahahant!”

“All you have to do is laugh~ and you’re already doing great! All I’m going to do is harvest some of the delicious laughter that’s all over this farmland~” he taunted, scooping up Odysseus and plopping him on his bed on his back, and then straddling him.

“Whahahahat? EHeehAHa!” His laughter increased in intensity once more as Hermes began to pinch at his sides and ribs.

“There’s some little laughs here~ gotta get those.” He spoke playfully.

Odysseus was slightly confused, but he couldn’t bother to wonder about it, his brain turned to mush. Laughter and giggles still echoed from him.

“Ope, this one’s being a little stubborn~” Hermes lilted, pinching repeatedly at a spot he’d found was particularly bad.

“Hermehehehes, plehehehease stohohohop!”

“Nah, I’m not done yet~ don’t worry~ I’ll stop once you really need me too.” As a god who loved to tickle others(I mean, he might as well be the god of tickling too at this point.) he had a knack for knowing when someone truly couldn’t take anymore, and Odysseus had not yet reached that point. He still seemed to be enjoying himself, no true panic behind his eyes.

“Hey, there’s a really big laugh here! Let me get it!” He acted as though he was an excited farmer, harvesting his crops. But it mostly wasn’t pretend, he was, in fact, excited to be doing this. Happy to spread laughter and joy, and a little bit of chaos along the way. He dug into Odysseus belly, with the exact pressure to make it agonizingly ticklish.

Odysseus was dying, (figuratively, of course) it tickled so much, and he couldn’t do anything about it! He felt as though he was at the gates of tickle heaven, joyful tears streaming from his eyes from the force of his laughter. It was a great workout, that’s for sure, with his stomach and face sore from the effort but in a way that was sort of pleasent.

“Man, it’s just not coming out! Maybe I should try eating it right from the vine, hmm~” he knew what that meant, and he was full of a giddy anticipation, waiting for the moment that Hermes would-

His thoughts were cut off by the sound of a raspberry right in the center of his tummy, followed by gentle nibbles. Odysseus was weak with laughter, pounding his fist on the bed below him and kicking his feet.

“Om nom nom nom! Wow! This laugh is really tasty! Let me find some more!”

He continued the game, pinching and digging at various points across Odysseus’ torso, occasionally nibbling and blowing raspberries, sometimes many in rapid succession.

All of Odysseus’ thoughts were taken up by the tickles. All that he could think of was how badly it tickled, how badly it made him want - no need- to laugh. He was reduced to nothing but a massive puddle of laughter.

Eventually, Hermes noticed Odysseus was done, and hopped off him, lowering his ticklishness back to normal.

Odysseus continued to giggle, breathing heavily in between the fits.

“Ohoho myhyhy gohoodnehess…. Thahat wahas soho bahad…. Hehehehaha.”

“How ya feeling~ happy?”

Odysseus was too giggle high to think of anything but the truth. “Ye..Yeahah. Ahand tihired..”

“Oh, good~ glad to have brought some joy. How about you get some sleep, hmm? You definitely need it after that.”

“Thahat… sounds lihike a good idea.” Odysseus agreed.

“Glad you had fun, Ody~” Hermes teased, honest with the words. As he turned to leave, he heard one last sleepy, giggly phrase.

“Thahank yohou Hermehes… I needed thahat.”

The god smiled fondly. “No problem, it was a blast for me too.” And then he flew off, leaving a dazed, sleepy and giggle high Odysseus behind.

🎂: 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.

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She would try and convince him to leave Penelope in the sweetest way possible, and that was to wreck him

Is this good?

Hey there, handsome

🎂:Epic the musical

🧁: Odysseus

🍫: Calypso

Summary: a day or so after Odysseus arrives on Calypso’s island, she gets tired of his cold attitude. She decides to make him open up to her.

A/N: thanks again for the request! I changed it up just a tad; so Calypso isn’t trying to convince Ody to leave Penelope, because let’s be real that would never work. But I thought this idea was cute so I HAD to write it. I was also tempted to say ‘hey there, hot stuff’ as the title but thought it didn’t fit with the musical so I changed it XD. Not super proud of the ending but whatever. Anywhom, with that being said, please enjoyyyyy! :3

Cw for swearing!

Hey there, handsome

An entire day.

That’s how long he had been here. The first person Calypso had seen in a very, very long time.

And he was acting like she didn’t exist.

Every time she tried to approach Odysseus, he shrugged her off, walked away, ignored her entirely.

She was getting annoyed by this cold attitude. This was the love of her life, the only person she had seen in a century. She had to do something. Something that wouldn’t bring harm to him.

So, later that day, she approached him. But this time, she had a plan in mind.

“Hey there, handsome.” She called, gentle but determined.

He didn’t respond. He just turned away.

‘No. Not this time.’ Calypso walked up to him, and pulled him into a hug, one he couldn’t get out of.

“Dear, I’m getting tired of the silent treatment. Talk to me, won’t you?”

Despite not being able to get out of the hold, Odysseus didn’t respond, just averting his gaze and remaining silent. She would not have the satisfaction of his attention. That’s what she wanted.

She just sighed. Guess the hard way it was then. “Fine then, don’t talk. But you’re going to make sound, I swear it.”

Odysseus was confused, and his expression matched that, but he refused to look her in the eye to convey it, or to ask what she meant.

She smiled a bit, and leaned in to whisper in his ear. “You’re going to laugh for me, darling.”

Without giving Odysseus time to register what she meant, she started to scratch and spider along his sides and ribs.

Odysseus tensed at the sensation and his breath hitched. That was something he hadn’t felt in a long time. But he held in the laughter that bubbled up in his chest. He was not going to let her get what she wanted.

“Aww, still silent, are we? Well we can’t have that, now can we?” She teased a bit, adding a bit more pressure to the ticklish touch.

Odysseus gasped a bit, but snapped his mouth shut to trap the laughter. His shoulders shook with the trapped giggles, but he refused to let them out.

“You know dear, I know your life has been.. less than pleasant. Maybe it could feel nice to laugh! I’m sure it’s been a while since you’ve had the release of just a good, long, belly laugh, huh?” She cooed a bit, never relenting the ticklish touches on his torso.

Odysseus’ thoughts kind of agreed. He hasn’t laughed, genuinely laughed, in a long time. Maybe it could be nice- but no. He wasn’t going to cave, wasn’t going to give in. If she wanted his laughter she was going to have to take it from him.

“Hmm, still stubborn, huh? Well that just won’t do.” She decided to try and find a spot that would make him crack, break the dam that was holding back the flood of laughter in his chest.

First, she tried scribbling forward to his stomach, which made his shoulders shake harder- but no dice. Then she tried some light touches on his neck. He scrunched up a bit, but still no laughter.

Until she tried his underarms, and he broke.

They weren’t his worst spot, but they were pretty up there, and the laughter fell free from his chest, the dam finally cracked.

“Pfft- dahahamn ihihit!”

“There we go! I knew your laugh would be pretty.” She smiled, continuing to scratch against the sensitive skin beneath his arms.

“Fuhuhuck- stohohop!” He protested, squirming around in the hold but unable to escape.

“No way! I finally got you to speak, I’m not giving that up so soon!”

Odysseus hated how right she was. It did feel good. It felt really fucking good. Each laugh that was forced from him sent jolts of happiness through him, chasing away some of the depression he’s been dealing with for so long. It forced a smile on his face, forced happy chemicals into his mind. He found that now that he’d started laughing, he didn’t want to stop.

“Ahahahaha fuhuhuck- thahahat tihihickles!”

“Good! That means I should keep doing it then.” Calypso smiled, happy to see him smile, hear him laugh.

“Nohohoho- ahahahaha!” He continued to laugh as she drilled into his underarms, frantic protests leaving him. But despite it all, he wasn’t actually fighting back, trying to push her away or make her stop.

He hated how much he loved this. How fun it was. How much it cheered him up from the years of suffering. Calypso could tell how much he was enjoying himself, smiling brightly.

“See? Told you it would feel nice to laugh.”

“Fuhuhuck ohohoHOFF-!” His laughter grew louder as she increased the pressure of the ticklish touch, determined to make him happy even though he protested.

Odysseus could not. stop. laughing. for the life of him. He couldn’t bring himself to fight back, to try and make her stop. Because it felt amazing. He wanted to hate it, but he just couldn’t. He couldn’t bring himself to hate the amazing, fluttery feeling and rushes of dopamine that flooded his mind with every laugh. His face scrunched up adorably in a wide smile, forcing his eyes shut as pure, joyful laughter bellowed from his chest.

“Your smile is so cute, love! You should do it more often~” Calypso teased, genuine affection lacing her voice. She was completely enchanted by the sight of his smile, the sound of his laugh. She was absolutely ecstatic to be the cause of it. Odysseus’ blush grew at the teasing, finding this whole situation incredibly embarrassing.

“Ihihit ihis Nohohot!” He protested, refusing to agree that he was cute in any capacity. He was ruined. A monster. A fearsome warrior. And he certainly wasn’t cute.

“Yes it is~!” Calypso sang in return, “and I’m more than happy to be the cause of that joy.” She spoke the truth, loving that the love of her life was happy, was having fun. She might not know everything he’s been through, but she knew that he needed this. She knew he needed to have fun, to give up control and just laugh for a while, without a care in the world. She moved from his underarms and started to scratch at his belly again, making sure to teasingly trace circles around his belly button without actually touching it.

Odysseus squirmed and giggled, digging his heels into the ground slightly to try and expel the giddy energy building inside him. He was enjoying himself, yes, but that tantalizing touch around his navel was just cruel.

“Cahahahalyhypsoho! Cuhut ihit ohohout!”

“Cut what out? Cause we both know you don’t want me to stop tickling you.”

Odysseus blushed at the tease, still giggling breathlessly, and after a moments pause Calypso pretended to have a lightbulb moment. (She knew the whole time. She was being teasy on purpose.)

“Oh? You mean you want me to tickle this little giggle button right here? Hmm? Well why didn’t you just say so!” Calypso didn’t give Odysseus time to even register what she said before starting to swirl one finger into the sensitive divot.

Odysseus barked out a far more intense laugh, the volume picking up and belting from his chest as he squirmed fruitlessly.

“Ahahahaha-! Fuhuhuck! Thahahats sohoho bahahahad!”

“Aww, what’s the problem? Does it tickle too much, hmm~?”

“Yehehehes! Ahahaha- ihihi cahaha- ahahahaha!” Loud, boisterous and joyful laughter continued to boom from the soldier, squirming around and smiling so much his face hurt.

“You what? Finish your sentences, dear.” Calypso teased, using one hand to tickle his bellybutton and the other to scratch and dig at the rest of his tummy.

“Ihihi cahahahant-! Ohoho gohohods! Ahahahahaha!”

Odysseus couldn’t stand it, It tickled so bad. And he absolutely loved it. Tears of laughter pricked behind his eyes, a pleasant, fluttering feeling radiating through his whole entire being. Because he was laughing. Genuinely laughing. And he didn’t have to worry or think about all his suffering anymore. All he had to do was laugh, and laugh, and laugh. And he couldn’t be happier.

“I bet this tickles real bad, huh?”

“Yehehehehehehes! Ohoho myhyhy gohohohods! Ehehahahahahaha- ahahahaha-!”

“Okay, okay, I’ll have mercy.” calypso teased a little, finally stopping and instead gently rubbing her hand over his stomach to dispel the residual tingles.

Odysseus breathed heavily, panting between excess giggles. “Ahahaha… ohoho gohohods…”

“Did you have fun, dear?”

Odysseus blushed and didn’t answer, far too embarrassed to agree but far too smart to deny it.

“I’ll take that as a yes. I’m glad.”

Odysseus sighed and then spoke a little sheepishly, uncharacteristically shy. “Uh….thanks.”

“No problem. Can we agree that you won’t give me the silent treatment anymore?”

“Yeah, yeah, sure.”

And he never did give her the silent treatment again.