#ticklish!tom

I saw something and it made me think of this

Ler Matt, Lee Tom

Warning: nothing

Word count: 808

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“Tom! Tom! Tom!” Matt squawked as he barreled through Tom’s door, phone in hand and attempting to be shown to the brunette.

“What is it, Matt?” he asked, finding his boyfriend’s excitement amusing as he came nearly tumbling in and flopped down onto his bed.

“I saw something online and I thought we could do it! It looked really cute!”

“Matt, I swear, if I end up holding you like an instrument again, I will tickle you again.”

“No, no, no,” the redhead assured him, “this time, I’m gonna be holding you! I’m gonna be using you like a weight for a workout! It’ll be fun!”

“A weight? Like a dumbbell? How’s that supposed to be fun?” Tom questioned.

“You’ll see! Now, lay down, straighten out, and I’ll pick you up!”

The brunette shrugged and did so, interlocking his hands above his head and straightening out as much as he could. He raised his back up a bit as he felt Matt slide his arms up under him and flopped back down atop them.

“Now I…” the tallest started before slowly lifting, grunting as Tom attempted to stay straight and stiff. Once he’d gotten him up most of the way, Matt moved one arm down to around Tom’s hips and the other around his ribcage, the brunette’s stomach facing the redhead.

“Perfect! Now we do a few reps as a check…” he muttered, before doing a few, much more easily now that he had a better grip on his boyfriend.

“Good! Now, we do the fun part!”

“And what exactly is ‘the fun part’?” Tom questioned, already growing bored of Matt keeping it from him.

“Now, I told you, you’ll see! But I think you’re realllllly gonna like it~” “Well, something I’m not liking is that tone, Matt, what are you planning?”

“Oh, nothing… Oh, one more thing! You’re gonna have to roll up your shirt.”

“What? Matt, seriously, what on Earth are you planning?”

“Oh, just do it!”

Tom rolled his eyes but pulled his shirt up just a bit. “There?”

“No, no, more, gotta show the whole belly!” Matt pushed, the brunette rolling his eyes yet again before obeying. “There you go, now we can do the fun part!”

“Mind telling me what the fun part is?” Tom requested yet again, already knowing the answer.

“Oh, right, I’ll show you! Now hold tight!”

With that, Matt began a rep, dipping Tom down a bit farther than before, prompting Tom to reach back and grab the purple sleeves of Matt’s hoodie to keep himself stable. He was held there for a moment, before the redhead slowly curled his arms back up, and, only seconds before danger, did Tom realize how close his belly was to Matt’s mouth. Unfortunately, those seconds weren’t enough to prepare.

PBBBBBBBBBBBBBT!

“AAHAHAH MAHATT NOHOHO!!” the brunette squealed as a loud raspberry was blown onto his belly, only dying down as his tall boyfriend began another rep, dipping him down. He wasn’t sure he was giggling from leftover tingles or anticipation of what he now knew was coming, but whatever it was kept him giggling the whole time. Or, at least, until Matt went to complete the second rep.

“Wahait nonononOOHOHOHO! MAHAHAHATT!!”

“Yes, Tom?” the tallest questioned innocently as he began a third rep.

“Dohohon’t! Ihit tihihickles!”

“Well, I’d think so!” he chirped, not stopping his ‘workout’, “After all, working out with normal dumbbells-” another raspberry “-has no fun aspect! It’s just boring work. And, as the saying-” yet another raspberry “-goes, ‘All work and no play makes Matt a dull boy!’”

Even though Tom could barely hear him, Matt just rambling on and on in between blowing way-too-ticklish raspberries on his belly was just so flustering for no damn reason.

“Mahatt, quihit IHIHIHIT NAHAHAHO!!” he tried to plead, fruitlessly.

“Just a few more, ok, Tom?” Matt offered, as thought the brunette had any choice in the matter.

“Fi-HIHIHINE AHAHA!!” Yet another raspberry sent him cackling midway through his reply.

And, as promised, a few more reps went by, and by the time Matt stopped, Tom was sinking into his arms with a giggly smile on his face, laughter-induced tears in his eyes and blushing all the way to his ears. Adorably enough (in Matt’s opinion, anyway) was that his belly had turned a similar shade of pink

“Awwww, you’ve got tummy blush! Why didn’t I see this before, Tom? It’s so cute!” he cooed at his currently recovering boyfriend.

“Sh.. shuhut up… youhu shut uhuhup…” he giggled out, feeling himself moving before he realized Matt had sat down and was holding him on his lap.

“Oh, fine, fine,” the redhead rolled his eyes a bit, but couldn’t keep the soft smile off his face, especially when he leaned in and gently pressed his forehead against Tom’s.

“Happy Valentine’s Day, sweetheart…”

“H-Hahappy Valehentine’s Day…”

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(Tom Holland x Reader)

@xximaweirdoxx​ here you be! I literally had this idea to write it but then you requested it so it was meant to be

@trash-that-laughs22​ yours is next on my list

“Tom let’s try that again.” The sound operator said into the sound booth Tom was standing in. He was told to try and laugh for the new animation movie he was cast in but he was struggling to make it sound realistic.

“I’m sorry.” Tom said defeatedly. You knew that he was getting frustrated and you could only imagine how hard it was to laugh by force. You were sure that you couldn’t do it either if you were asked to.

“Okay Tom. Let’s take a little break and then try again.” The sound operator said. Tom took off his headphones and made his way back to where you and Harrison were relaxing on the couch. The three of you have been friends since you were little and while Harrison was Tom’s assistant for this movie you flew out regularly to see the both of them. Tom laid on the couch that you were both sitting on Tom’s feet were in Harrison’s lap and his head was in yours. 

“I’m sorry guys. I will try and get us out of here as soon as possible.” Tom told both of you.

“Don’t worry about it Tom. If there’s anything we can do to help let us know.” Harrison said. 

“Yeah, don’t stress over it.” You said as you began to run your fingers through his hair. You knew this helped relax him and clear his head. You hoped at it would help him get out of his head a little bit before he had to get back into the studio. You kept this up for awhile before the sound operator came back motioning Tom to get back into the studio.

“Okay Tom. Let’s try some of your other lines before we try the laugh again.” The sound operator mentioned to Tom before they started recording. As Tom was recording more of his lines an idea formed in your mind. You got up off of the couch and Harrison gave you a curious look. You waved your hand at him as you made your way into the sound booth. You snuck in and hid yourself until the right time. 

“Okay Tom. Let’s try laughing again.” You heard Tom groan and let out a really pathetic laugh. 

“That was better, but try and make it a little more realistic.” Tom tried once more but it was even worse than the last one. “Tom, I understand that’s its hard to fake laugh but make it real. Let’s have you try and find a funny video or something on your phone to make you laugh.” As Tom pulled out his phone and started looking for a video, you popped out of your hiding spot and started tickling his sides. 

“Whahahahat!” Tom started to laugh and tried to spin around to make you stop. You quickly looked toward the control room and saw the sound operator give you thumbs up and Harrison pointing his phone at the both of you and laughing, so he was probably recording the scene unfold. You quickly jumped on Tom’s back so he couldn’t get away. He kept laughing trying to get you off of him. 

“Just let me help you!” You yelled playfully as you moved your hands up to his ribs because you knew that if you tickled a different spot his laugh would change, giving the producers multiple different options. 

“Nohoho. Stahahap.” Tom continued to laugh adorably and continued trying to get you off of him. He was also trying to get his arms around you from behind so he could tickle you. Every time he was close you tickled the right spot to make him drop his arms and continue laughing. 

“But Tom I’m just helping you record your laugh.” You teased as your hands made their way up into his armpits. You knew that this was his most ticklish spot after having countless amounts of tickle fights throughout your years of friendship, and this was your favorite laugh of his, it was the most childlike and innocent, it sounded so carefree and youthful. 

After awhile, the sound operator spoke into the microphone with a little laughter in his voice. “Okay, Tom I think that will give us what we need you are good for the day. Thanks Y/N for your help.” You stopped tickling him and jumped off of his back. The look in his eyes made you gulp and bolt out of the recording booth, Tom was hot on your heels. Harrison was still laughing at the both of you as Tom chased you throughout the studio. 

Tom finally caught up to you and got tackled you to the ground. “Did you really think I wouldn’t get my revenge.” You saw the smirk on his face while dread and fear made its way to your stomach.

A/N: I wrote something. It’s really crappy, but I wrote something. Stay safe!

“We have to do something!” I exclaimed, looking over at Tom. “They’ll be back here any minute!”

“Don’t worry!” He replied into his microphone. “I got a plan.”

“Perfect,” the director said, flipping through the script from outside the black box, “now we gotta record some sound effects.”

“Sound effects?” I asked, taking a drink of water.

“What kind of sounds effects?” Tom added, adjusting his headphones.

It started off as a way to get some extra cash, but now it’s something that I love. I found the ad online, so I went for it. Now, I’m co-starring with Tom Holland in a new animated film.

Tom was a delight to meet. I knew him already because of his recurring role as Spider-Man, but as Tom Holland, he was the nicest person ever. We became pretty close friends soon after.

“Mainly laughter, since this is a kids movie,” the director replied, “but a few gasps and grunts of pain, but not so much.”

I looked over at Tom. “You first?”

He nodded his head. “Sure, why not.”

He put his mouth a little closer to the microphone. “Punch me.”

I was taken aback at his comment. “What?”

“Punch me.” He repeated, gesturing to his arm. “Don’t worry, no hard feelings depending on how hard you do it.”

“Alright, your call.” I replied, walking closer to him. I stepped back slightly with my right foot and swung my fist into his arm. 

He groaned and stepped backward, rubbing his arm. He smiled slightly and playfully punched me back. “Ow! Not so hard, jeez.”

“You asked for a punch,” I reminded him, stepping back to behind my mic, “so I gave you a punch.”

“So if I asked you for a dollar, would you give me a twenty?” He asked, sarcastically.

I scoffed. “Of course not. I’m broke.”

“Excellent job, Y/N,” the director said, “You could really hear the pain behind his voice.”

“Because it was pain.” Tom reminded us. I chuckled and rolled my eyes.

“Wimp.” I told him. He stuck out his tongue at me. I scoffed. “Very mature.”

“Now the laughter,” the director reminded us, “It needs to be a hearty one, not a simple short one.”

“You first.” Tom told me. “I’m still recovering from my brutal assault.”

I rolled my eyes, but obliged. I let out a half forced, somewhat strained laughter and Tom laughed at my attempt. The director put his face into his palms.

“You call that laughter?” Tom asked. He mimicked my laugh into his mic and the sound check guys laughed at him. I glared at them, then at Tom.

“Yeah well, it’s hard to laugh when nothing funny is happening.” I told him, defending myself. 

“You want me to tell you a joke?” Tom offered. “I’m pretty great at jokes.”

“Tom, your jokes are terrible.” I told him. His face grew in fake disbelief as his put his hand on his heart.

“You wound me with your lies,” he said, “my jokes are amazing!”

“Alright fine,” I said, crossing my arms, “you laugh.”

“Fine, I will.” He said, adjusting his headphones and putting his mouth near the mic.

He pulled an even worse laugh attempt than I did. The guys in sound check were cracking up.

“‘You call that laughter?’“ I mimicked, laughing. “That was amazing.”

“Shut up!” He told me. He glared at the team and they stopped laughing, well, tried to at least. 

“Come on, guys,” the director pleaded, “we’ve been recording all day. Some simple hearty laughter so we can end the night.”

He was right. We started early this morning and we were all tired.

“Try again, Tom,” I told him, giving him a nudge, “give us a better laugh than the one earlier.” I giggled, remembering the failed attempt.

He smiled and playfully glared at me. “No, because you’ll just laugh again.”

“Then at least we’ll get someone’s laugh sooner.”

“Shut up.”

“Make me.” I told him, stepping closer. He continued to glare at me, until he rolled his eyes. I smirked. “That’s what I thought.”

Tom poked my stomach. “It’s not like you could do better.”

I flinched and covered my stomach. Tom rose a brow, followed by a mischievous smirk. “Oh, this is golden.”

“What are you talking about?” I asked, stepping back slowly. 

“Ticklish?” He asked, stepping towards me.

I scoffed. “Yeah, right.” I said, growing slightly worried as he started picking up his pace.

“Really?” He asked, astonished. “Then, surely you wouldn’t mind explaining why you flinched.”

I ran.

I almost made it to the door, until Tom grabbed my hand and I tripped on the wire of his mic. I fell and scrambled to stand, until he pinned me.

“No!” I exclaimed, trying to push him off. 

“I didn’t even do anything yet.” He stated, laughing at my attempts to push him off. “Don’t make me pin your arms.”

“Get oHOFF!” I yelped as I felt a squeeze on my side. I shot my arms down. 

“You lied to me?” He asked, shocked. “Shame on you, Y/N.”

“I dihidn’t liie!” I told him. “Gehet your hahand out!”

“Lift up your arm and I’ll take my hand out.” He told me, slightly wiggling his fingers. I flinched.

“You’re lyHIHING!” I yelled as I felt him squeeze my knee. “Nohoho!”

“Alright, you asked for this.” He told me, pinning my arms under his knees. I struggled against his hold.

“Tom please!” I told him, pulling at my arms. “Don’t!”

“Are you guys recording?” He shouted from his position. A couple faint ‘yes’s echoed back, since we were in a black box.

“Do noHOHOT TOHOM!” I laughed at I felt his hands dig into my stomach. I started struggling against him even harder. “Stohohop!”

“Lying to your bestest friend Tom, are we?” he asked, moving his fingers down to my hips. “Surely Y/N wouldn’t do that!”

I bucked my hips and my laughter escalated. “NAHAHAH TOHOHOM!”

“Yes, Y/N?” He asked, squeezing the little pudge connecting my stomach and hip.

I shrieked, tugging harder at my arms. “LEHEHET MEHE GOHOHAHAH!”

“Wittle Y/N can’t handle a bit of tickling?” He teased, moving his hands higher. My laughter grew higher, to the point of me banging my legs onto the floor.

“NOHAHAH SHEHE CAHAHAN’T!” I laughed. 

“What about here?” He asked, lightly scratching at my ribs.

I screamed.

“NAHAHAHAH! GEHEHEHET OHOHOAHAHA!” I told him, struggling harder. I kicked my legs more furiously.

Tom wore such a mischievous grin that made me want to slap it off him. “Jack pot.”

“NONO NOHAHAHAHAH- PLEHEHEAHAH!!” I screamed. He laughed at my dismay.

“Last I checked,” He said, ignoring my pleas, “Women had one more rib than men do. Let’s double check, shall we?”

As he moved his fingers higher, my laughter grew silent. I grew weaker, and soon just let him.

“Now I’ve got to start again since you weren’t helping me!” He exclaimed, digging his fingers harder into my abdomen. 

“STAHAHAHAH!” I yelled, attempting to buck him off one last time. To my surprise, and his, it worked.

He slid off me and I jumped up to pin him. He tried to retaliate, but I grabbed his hands and pinned them above his head with all the strength I had left.

“We needed your laughter, too.” I reminded him, poking at his exposed stomach. His shirt had ridden up, causing him to stifle a giggle.

“Was that a giggle, Tom?” I asked, causing him to giggle again. I had no mercy into digging into his stomach.

“STOHOHOP!” He yelled, struggling agains my hold. He almost succeeded, until I moved my hands upward, causing his laugh to go excessively higher.

“NAHAHAHAH- STAHAHA!” He screamed as I wiggled my fingers under his arms. I saw his face grow redder and slight tears in his eyes.

“Aw,” I teased, digging into his hollows, “Is Tom a little sensitive under his arms?”

“SHUHUAHAHAH!” He screamed, but soon was silent. He stopped struggling and just took my torture.

I moved my hands to his neck and he scrunched his shoulders, letting out a very unmanly shriek.

I laughed at his reaction, causing him to escape. He caught me off guard, so he bucked me off and stood up picking me up afterward. I struggled against him, until he went to my mic. I was confused, until he pinned my arms up and held them above my head in his arms, leaving my torso exposed.

“Make sure to add this to the movie.” He told the team, and then wiggle his fingers into my ribs. I screamed and let out hysterical laughter.

“NAHAHAH STAHAHAHA- LEHEHEHAHAH!” I couldn’t form full sentences as he went ham on my ribs. I couldn’t see anything through the tears in my eyes, and my kicking was growing less effective because I was getting weaker by the second. 

Tom took mercy as my laughter remained silent for a while, and let me go, but kept my arms pinned at my sides. I used this to taser his sides with my free hand and yelped and let me go. I rubbed my ribs and glared at him.

“We got all that we needed.” The director said, chuckling at us. He stood up and told the crew to wrap it up. “See you guys tomorrow at nine am. Get some rest.” He looked at me and Tom. “Especially you two.”

Tom and I exchanged glances and nodded our heads. He nodded his and headed out. “Lock up after yourselves.”

I punched Tom on his arm as I grabbed my backpack from the floor. “You’re so gonna regret that.”

“And if you try to get your revenge, I’ll just pin you down quick and tickle you till you pass out.” He replied, tasering my sides and running away.

I shrieked and ran after him. “Get back here!”

"Y/N..."

Tom scowled at you as you moved closer to him, wiggling your fingers.

"Don't you dare!"

Of course you weren't gonna listen to him, this grouch needed to be knocked down a MASSIVE Peg

You pounced on him. But unlike Edd and Matt, he actually tried to push you away.

"Y/N, YOU BETTER NOHOT-"

Too late! You squeezed and prodded his sides, and his giggles commenced

"NAHAHA Y/N S-STOP!"

You giggled at his reaction, who knew he was as sensitive as Matt?

"Y/N, NOHOHO! GET OFFA MEHEHEHE!"

You cooed as you slowly spidered you fingers up into his underarms, he let out an embarrassing squeak.

"PFFT, NOT THEHEHERE! STAHAHAHAP, DAMN IT!

Damn, were his reactions sweet!

You panted and laughed, trying to push you off of him, but to no avail.

"I'M GONNA KIHILL YOHOHOU!"

Tom has officially gone from pushing to trying to punch you off of him, but that only made you tickle him more.

"WAHAHAIT! DOHOHON'T, I'M SOHORRY!"

Did you just hear that right??

Tom apologized? That's new.

You blew some small raspberries on his belly, which didn't really tickle as much, but he was still laughing.

"Stahahap! That tihickles..."

Tom resorted to begging, the blush on his face was ominous.

He hated being tickled, and you knew it.

You finally let up, and took a good look at Tom.

He shot you a glare as he hid his face with his hoodie and pulled the straps.

"I hahate you."

You knew he was lying, and y'know he might've been lying about something else.

(*inhale* It's time. This is my first fic with Tord as a ler or lee. I know I technically put him in a fic by adding his female counterpart, but whatever. Enjoy, but warning their is some slightly different stuff being included in this, it also has feet tickles.)

Ler: Tord

Lee: Tom

It's been an hour, Edd and Matt haven't returned home yet.

Tom sighed and looked at the clock.

"Hm, they should be back by now." Tom said

He DID enjoy the peace and quiet, but he kinda missed them.. Oh well

But little did Tom know, that his peace was about to be altered.

"Thank God honestly, I deserve a break from those two screaming and forcing me to-"

Just before he could continue his little rant, Tom heard some muttering and rattling.

"Hello? Edd? Matt?" The noise startled him

There was no response, now this was getting weird.

Tom slowly got up from the couch, grabbing a harpoon and making his way towards the noises.

"Guys, this better not be another prank... or I swear to God." Tom muttered

When he finally reached the noises, he Shouted.

"WHO GOES THERE?!" pointing his harpoon at the possible intruder

And when he looked, there was a shadow of a familiar face.

But there was something different about this shadow.

It wasn't Edd or Matt at all, it was another face he knew, he despised looking at, someone he will never consider a friend.

It was none other than...

"Oh! Hello, Old Friend~"

Tord, it was Tord

Tom nearly dropped his Harpoon at the sight of his enemy.

"T-Tord?!" Tom asked in disbelief

"Wasn't expecting you to find me, Jehovah's Witness. I thought you and the other two were out." Tord said

"What the hell are you doing here? I thought you were gonna "making it in the big city." Tom asked

"Oh, I'm just getting something I left behind, nothing huge." Tord said simply, but something felt off

"Okay, why is that "something" in my room?" Tom asked with suspicion

"Well, this was originally my room.. wasn't it? I just forgot to take it with me when I left." Tord said in a once again simple tone.

"Bull." Tom had enough of Tord's supposed lies

"Pardon?" Tord asked

"You expect me to believe the shit you're saying right now? If you left something behind, you wouldn't sneak in to get it, commie." Tom scoffed

"Well, this thing isn't just a normal little object-"

"Well, when Edd and Matt get back, they might wanna figure this out." Tom said

Tord growled, he's been discovered by his enemy, and Edd and Matt could come home any moment now. He had to think fast.

But what should he do? Attack Tom? Tie Him Up so he doesn't rat him out?

"Well Tom, we're both pretty lucky that Edd and Matt aren't home at the moment." Tord teased

"What are you saying?" Tom asked, even more suspicious now.

"Well, this thing I'm looking for is very is very important to me, and I can't have you telling anyone about this, can I?" Tord asked, moving closer and closer to Tom.

Tom kept backing away, Harpoon back in hand.

"H-Hey! What do you think your doing?! Back off you-"

Tom was immediately cut off as Tord grabbed his arms and legs and tied him in an eagle position.

"What the hell?! Let me go you piece of shit!" Tom fumbled angrily as he tried to free himself.

"Well, that's better." Tord grinned at Tom's position

"What are you gonna do? Kill me?!" Tom asked, livid

"Well, I can't just leave you here without inflicting something.. so I'm not sure..." Tord was stuck, now what should he do?

But then he noticed Tom's exposed belly slightly showing.

Without warning, he squeezed Tom's side.

"Pfft, D-Don't do that!" Tom tried not to giggle at the tickly touch.

"Here's a question for you Thomas, are you ticklish?" Tord asked that hell that was a question.

"N-No! I'm not, now get me out of this!" Tom demanded

Tord rolled his eyes and prodded Tom's hips

"You're not a very good liar, Jehovah's witness." He teased, and Tom held it in

"Pffft, MHMHMHMH D-Dohon- *snrk*"

Tom was grinning but struggling to hold it in, he did NOT wanna get defeated like this.

"Look at you, trying to keep it in. Don't keep it in Tom, I already found out." Tord picked up the pace, and Tom was already starting to lose it.

"Wahahait! N-NAHAHA." Tom let out giggles, dammit

"There we go, that wasn't so hard..." Tord remarked

"SHUHUT-"

"Where else are you sensitive, hm?" Tord searched everywhere for a potential weak spot, he settled for the underarms

Tom already attempted to kick the Norsk off him

"STAHAHAHAP IHIHIT! YOU DIHIHIRTY COHOMMIE!" Tom screeched and kicked, but to no avail

"You better watch that tone of yours, I could do this for as much as I can." Tord teased, though he did have a time limit.

"NOHOHOHO, YOU CAHAHAN'T, I SWEHEAR WHEN I GEHEHET OUT OF THIS!" Tom laughed with a slight warning thrown in there.

"What a sight, but I'm not done yet... I wonder if I can find a spot that makes you beg." Tord stopped and looked around again

"D-Do your worst, you son of a bitch." Tom snarked

Tord paused for a moment

"I'm sorry, what did you just say?" Tord asked in a cold tone

"I said, Do your worst you son of a bitch." Tom replied witha similar tone and a cocky smile.

That. Was. It.

Tord looked down at Tom's feet and wondered if this would work.

"Y'know, I haven't tried this spot yet."

Tord started undoing Tom's shoes and threw them to the floor, scoffing at Tom's checkered socks.

Tom immediately panicked when Tord reached for his socks.

"No! Wait!" Tom was about to beg

"Yes?" Tord ask with Tom's original cocky tone

"D-Don't touch my feet, I'll die." Tom begged with a slight sigh, Tord chuckled at this priceless situation

"Now you're scared? I had a feeling you'd regret saying what you said." Tord slipped of Tom's checkered socks and threw them to the floor as well.

Tom bit his lip and prepared for the worst, but raised an eyebrow when Tord reached into his pocket.

He pulled out a long quill

"Edd found this on a beach and gave this to me as a good luck charm, I kept it in case I needed it, and now's the perfect opportunity." Tord explained

Without another warning, Tord leaned down and scribbled his fingers all over Tom's soles, and the pineapple man burst.

"EEEEAHAHAHAHA N-N-NO! TOHOHOHORD- TOHOHORD NAHAHA!" Tom begged and chortled

"I'm waiting for the begging." Tord teased and used the quill to target Tom's right foot.

"NAHAHAHAT THAHAT ANYTHING BUT THAHAT! STAHAHAP NAHA!" Tom laughed and shaked his head, trying to free himself from the restraints.

"This is quite the discovery. Who knew you'd be so ticklish, Tom?" Tord asked with a tease being hinted.

Tord turned the quill around and used it's end to target every part of Tom's sole, from his arches to right underneath the toes.

From the intensity from the quill, and the constant teasing. Tom was actually breaking.

"NOHOHOHO MOHOHORE! PLEHEHEASE NOHOHO MOHOHORE!" Tom begged and gasped for air. Thankfully for him, Tord slowed down.

"Yeah, I'm getting a bit exhausted as well." Tord finally let up and took at good look at Tom

His face was red and stained with tears of laughter, he was sweating too. He breathed heavily when he let up.

"Well, I think I should get back to what I was doing. I'll be taking this." Tord said as he picked up Tom's harpoon.

"Anyway, I got what I came for." Tord headed to Tom's room.

"W-Wait! You're gonna leave me here?!" Tom asked, getting upset again.

"Of Course, you think i'd untie you after all of this? I'll leave you there for Edd and Matt to find. I'm off now, so long Jehovah's Witness." Tord taunted as he finally opened Tom's locked door, and entered as soon as possible.

Tom was at his breaking point, he felt himself being blessed as soon as he heard a car parking outside. Edd and Matt finally arrived home, but stared in shock at their captured friend.

"Tom! Are you okay?! What happened? Why are you tied up?" Edd asked with great concern, undoing Tom's binds.

Tom could only tell his roommates one thing.

"He's Back."

The three panicked when they felt the house rumble.

(also when tord found out tom was ticklish did he tie him up im jusf,,,, they are so,,,)

Well, if there isn't any weird shit involved, then I guess.

And yeah, I feel like Tord is the type of person to tie up his enemies and tickle them of some sort

When Tord found out about Tom's ticklishness for the first time, he put the dude through straight up tickle torture.

Tom hated it, not because he was being tickled, but because his rival was the cause of it.

Edd and Matt tickling him? He's fine with that, but TORD?!

Absolutely Not, embarrassing.