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softcloudystars · 15 days ago

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A dangerous game

Loki helps you test equipment, while you plot some revenge on the trickster for prior shenanigans.

Characters: Lee!Loki (ler!Loki at the end) x reader (gender neutral)

4000 words

Warnings: Bondage, Punishment tickles

"Free me now."

Lokis voice was dark and low, his piercing green eyes filled with villainous intent. He was leaning over the small table that was separating you from him, his hands fixed into handcuffs which were attached to the table. Each finger was held upward by a little metal strap with a small metal ring at the top that wrapped right around the first knuckle, keeping his hand from closing and his palm facing outward. Every cuff was padded so you knew Loki wasn’t experiencing discomfort. Your heart was pounding but you kept your cool as you got up slowly taking a closer look. The metal straps were secured around his wrists, roughly in the middle of the table. Loki was sitting on a chair, a strap of metal wrapped around his waist was keeping him in place.

The table had a lever to adjust the height to fit right under the arms of the prisoner who was being held captive. The setup kept the arms stretched out flat on the table to prevent any attempts of escaping or using magic. Loki pulled at the cuffs holding him in place but neither them or the table moved an inch. Then he looked at you and his eyes met yours sending a shiver down your spine.

"At this point I am sure I am unable to escape. I think it is time to end this test."

Tony and Bruce had designed new cuffs to keep people in place during interrogations and after a few tests they had approached Loki and you to see how much the cuffs could take. You both had been working on testing the cuffs to make sure even god's couldn't escape them. Loki had been struggling and pulling for a while now, mainly because the spell he helped them work into the metal kept him from using his magic. His look got a tint of annoyance when you didn't immediately moved to release him.

You took a deep breath and leaned back, eyes wandering around the room. The light was dim and the walls empty. There was no window or camera that was watching you two right now, on top of that the room was soundproof, meaning Loki and you were completely isolated right now.

Perfect.

There was a reason for you not releasing him as soon as the test was over. It wasn’t often that you had the ability to completely restrain and contain a god like this, let alone at your mercy and without prior struggle. This was possibly the only opportunity you would get to have him at your mercy, defenseless. And to his dismay you didn’t unlock the cuffs. Instead you put your hands on the table and pushed yourself up, standing up from your chair as you gave him an innocent smile.

A soft hum left your lips as you walked around Loki, standing behind him. Slowly you reached out, resting your hands on his shoulders. "I don't want to let you out just yet, instead let me ask you something" you started rubbing slow circles into Lokis shoulders and he glanced at you, his expression shifting between worry and annoyance. His body was tensing under your hands, shifting nervously as much as the restraints allowed.

"Do you remember a few nights ago, when you thought I took your drink?"

This time it was your voice that was low and dangerous, and to your delight loki started shifting in his seat even more, his look now growing more concerned. Of course he had remembered, he falsely accused and punished you for taking his drink, by tickling you to pieces right then and there. In the end it turned out Thor mistook Lokis drink for his and drank it.

While it was nice to clear your name, it didn't undo the punishment you suffered. You might not even have wanted to get revenge so badly if it didn’t all happen in front of several people, which resulted in relentless teasing and threats over the following days. With that in mind you decided Loki deserved a taste of his own medicine.

"It was all good and fun! In the end we all laughed about it and I apologized, right?"

A low chuckle left your mouth after hearing the way his voice cracked as he tried to talk himself out of it. Hearing the god of mischief loose his cool so quickly was unusual, yet you both knew what was going to happen next. His shoulders tensed and you could actually feel his normally cool facade crack right in front of you.

Given the information you had received you weren't surprised about Lokis nervousness. "Yeah you did, which makes this not a problem if I apologize afterwards, right?" Purring in his ear you felt his entire body twitch before you even started making a move. “Oh I am going to enjoy every second of this~” Your fingers traveled to the back of his armpits and he squirmed in place, unable to protect himself. He tried to bite his lip, keeping in the noises, but you didn't worry about that.

You knew where to attack, so you had the privilege to take your time with him. There was no need to search and find his spots when you had all of them handed to you on a silver platter.

"Thor is willing to give a lot of information for some good food. Especially when I told him what I was going to do. You see Loki, he had observed a lot of the pranks you played on me and the ‘punishments’ you dished out regularly and he agreed that I should have the chance to take you down a few pegs. Oh Loki, letting me restrain you like this when you have such an obvious weakness was reckless. I thought you were called the trickster, god of mischief… you should have known what was going to happen.”

With a grin you listened to the panicked noise that left Lokis mouth as you traced the area where his shoulder blade ended. “Someone as ticklish as you should have known… but maybe you want this, maybe you crave being put in your place. What kind of thrill it must be for a god to be taken down by a mere human, by something as silly and childish as tickling.. Oh Loki you have no idea of how fucked you are.”

Loki was quiet, and while you only saw the tips of his ears that were slightly pink, his face was burning. He stared at the table wide eyed, at a complete loss of words. Never in his life has a human dared to talk to him like this. Not even Stark. To his horror he felt it, his legs were tensing, his arms and hands attempted to shake, his body was betraying him. He was helpless, at your mercy and there was nothing he could do about it. It made the hairs on his neck stand up, the fear and anticipation mixed, leaving his stomach feeling like he was in free fall. The room felt much smaller, his heartbeat felt louder and the blood was rushing in his ears. This was ridiculous, how could a mere human make him feel that way. His thoughts were racing and it felt like his head was spinning. He always had a way out, he always had an escape ready, but not this time. You were just a weak human and normally you posed no threat to him whatsoever. So he let his guard down.

He didn’t see his ticklishness as a weakness because under normal circumstances no one would ever dare to lay a finger on him like that. So why should he bother about a problem that didn’t need a solution? It was wasted time, at least that what was he thought until this very moment.

Of course you were aware of the revenge Loki would plan to get you back for this, but damn if you weren't enjoying seeing the cocky God struggling. You could tell that he was thinking hard, his body seemed to be vibrating under your hands. His biceps were tense, and he pushed his shoulders back in an attempt to intimidate you. He was nervous and desperate, words were his only weapon now.

"I give you one chance, release from these chackles and I will forgive you. Otherwise-" His voice betrayed him, panicked, high pitched and not an ounce threatening, “I can assure you that whatever you will do to me will be nothing compared to what I am going to do to you.”

The silence lingered for a moment, and you let it fill up the room before you started moving.

The shriek he let out ripped the silence in two. In one quick motion your fingers dipped into his armpit. He was only wearing one of his training shirts, thin material, hugging his skin, he might as well just worn nothing. Your fingers gazed across the warm skin and you could feel his body shake as he tried to suppress his laughter. But with his arms out in front of him his armpits were completely unprotected. You saw his head slump down, and his arms shake as he tried keeping his composure, but he couldn’t stop the soft squealing sounds that escaped his lips. His shoulders were shaking as your fingers wandered across the skin.

You quickly found your way to the deepest spot and slowly teased your nail against the skin. His body rocked and he threw his head back as the laughter spilled out, loud and suddenly filling the room around you. As you started moving your fingers you felt Loki panic under your touch, laughter getting louder, infused with begging as he shook his head. He knew exactly where you were heading. And when you found the spot you took your index and ring finger to spread the fabric thin so there wasn’t a wrinkle in your way as you let the nail of your middle finger lightly dance across the spot.

Loki exploded.

He screamed with laughter and his heels were hitting the floor in frustration as his head shook from side to side. The straps were holding him in place well enough that you could take your sweet time teasing that spot. You found that tracing your nail back and forth across it gave you the strongest reactions.

"Aww I didn't think you were the ticklish type. I was a bit skeptical about what Thor told me, but I guess he was telling the truth. Look at you, you’re a mess. All because of this sweet little spot, it’s so mean hm? Such a little spot and such an overwhelming feeling, it’s mean huh? Poor little god, whatever will you do? Nothing~"

Loki shook his head, "I WIHIHIHILL MUHUHURDER YOUHUHUHU- NONOHOHOHO"

Your nails lightly traced his underarms and the god was loosing his mind. High pitched, desperate laughter filled the room and you scribbled your fingers against the skin turning his begging incoherent. "You are threatening me? In this position? You are at my mercy Loki, and between us two I think I can be so much more creative and evil when it comes to tickling. Yet you sit here threatening me.." you leaned forward, your lips tracing his ear, "Oh Loki, you just never learn do you?"

Your fingers moved back into his armpits and he was screaming before you even started to tickle him, “ANYWHERE ELSE I BEG OF YOU-”

You paused and stepped back with a grin, this was perfect. “Well if you insist…”

Reaching into your jacket you pulled out a small leather pouch as you slowly rounded the table. While walking to your chair you opened it and slowly pulled out a feather before placing it on the table. Lokis eyes were wide and he didn't break eye contact. When you sat down on the other side of the table, he panicked. This was probably the strongest he ever pulled on the cuffs during your whole test run. The metal was creaking and even the table shifted a bit but the setup didn't break.

Talk about the right motivation.

"You know what I am going to do next, right?" With a grin you twirled the feather between your fingers and you swore you saw Lokis hands start shake a little. His eyes were fixed on the feather in your hands and for a moment it seemed like he was unable to form thoughts. Of course he knew and he also knew there was nothing he could do about it.

"L-listen, darling, angel, my sweet love. You don't- you really don't want to do this- Nono don't look at me like that, I am not threatening you! I-i offer you a deal! Let me out and I will fulfill any wish you have- I mean it- No- NO- PLEASE" His head shook desperately as he tried his best to sweet talk himself out of it.

All while watching you very slowly lower your feather towards his right hand. "Anything else you wanna say?" You smiled at him sweetly, but before he could say anything, you let the feather slowly trail over his fingertips.

His reaction was instant, and loud sounding almost not human. A noise somewhere between a howl and a shriek, slowly morphing into a whine and then, as the feather traveled up and down each of his fingers, uncontrollable laughter. The stocks kept his fingers still and secure as your feather traced up and down each finger.

A chuckle left your mouth as you moved to draw patterns on his palm, listening to his hysterical laughter. You realized quickly that tracing the feather across the lines on his palms were giving you the strongest reactions so you focused on that.

“Honestly this is the first time I have ever tickled someones hands. But man I could get used to this, I bet you are just about ready to spill any secret. To bad that that wouldn’t make me stop.”

You couldn't help yourself, he was so adorable. His eyes squeezed shut as he rested his left cheek on his arm, probably in an attempt to curl up, with a smile so wide it nearly looked painful. There were small tears collecting in the corners of his eyes and you loudly awed.

"Loki you are melting my heart here, ticklish hands might be the cutest thing. What about here?"

The soft tip of the feather dipped into the space between his fingers and screaming laughter was your answer. Grinning you rested your head in your free hand, going back and forth between the spaces between Lokis finger on both of his hands until you felt like he needed some air. His head was resting on his shoulder and he took deep breaths with his eyes shut.

While giving him a moment to breathe you pulled the small leather bag towards you, shaking it a few times you turned it upside down and ten metal banjo pics fell onto the table with several clanking noises. Lokis eyes opened and he squinted trying to figure out what you just dropped on he table. He was still starring in confusion when you put the first one on your index finger, then suddenly his eyes widened as he watched you put them on each of your fingers. He didn’t say a thing until you lifted yourself onto the table and knelt in front of his hands. But when he saw your now clawed fingers move towards his underarms he found his voice.

“No no wait- You don’t want to do this- If you let me go right now I will forget about everything that happened! No revenge, no getting you back, I will let you go without even touching you-”

You both knew he was lying, there was no way he would let you get away with anything like this. He was just getting really really desperate. And that didn’t stop when your fingers lowered themselves towards his exposed underarms. It only changed once you made contact, the moment you traced the cool metal across his skin he shrieked with laughter. You heard his feet hit the floor, you could make out the sound of the sole of his shoes scrape against the floor in between his laughter. It was a futile attempt to push himself away from the table and in extension your tickling fingers. You took your time with this spot, savoring every reaction. Again dragging your fingers back and forth slowly seemed to do the trick, alongside that dancing your fingers across the pit of his elbow made him shriek between loud laughter.

After you switched back to his hands, dancing your fingers across his palms and lightly teasing the space between his fingers. This time you were actually able to draw silent laughter out of him. You had one last trick up your sleeve so you leaned back for a moment and took in the sight of what you had turned the god into.

His head was resting on the table, his chest was heaving as you watched his fingers twitch, probably wanting to rub them against the palm to get rid of that tingly, itchy ticklish sensation. He was making soft noises, almost sounding like a mix of giggling and high pitched sobbing. You didn’t need to see his face to know the tears had spilled all over his cheeks by now and it made you smile.

His head didn't move when you got up and rounded the table to stand behind him, resting your hands on his shoulders, this time equipped with the rounded metal claws.

"Are you..dohone?"

Still taking in air he glanced over his shoulder and you just smiled at him, watching his face morph to panic as your fingers slowly wandered back towards his armpits.

"NONONOHO PLEASE PLEASE DON'T!"

The begging started before you even tickled him and you smirked.

"Oh wow you are really desperate hm? As if that would stop me~"

You swore Loki whined at that tease right before screaming with laughter as your hands wandered back under his arms. Scratching one finger lightly over the skin on the back of his armpit made Loki loose his mind. You watched with delight as he shrieked and squirmed as much as he could, when your fingers didn't stop. Time and time again your finger traced over that dreaded spot and there was nothing he could do to stop you.

It didn't take long for him to realize how screwed he was, and slowly the tickling sensation was all he could focus on. He would never admit how good it felt to feel all the thoughts in his head quiet down as all he could think about where the metal tracing across the fabric of his shirt, effectively lighting his nerves on fire. It tickled so much, more than anything he had ever experienced in his life.

“It’s that bad huh?”

His body just fell back against you, head resting against your shoulder as he was screaming words in a language you didn't recognize. With a big grin you leaned towards him as you let your fingers explore that hypersensitive spot.

"Gods that must tickle so bad and there is nothing you can do about it. I can see how bad you want to pull your arms down and protect that horrible ticklish spot, but you won't be able to~"

Seconds after those words left your lips Lokis laughter went silent.

When you finally let up Loki slumped forwards, resting his head on his arms, tears covering his face as he alternated between frantic giggling and hiccupy sobs. His hair was in a mess and sticking to his forehead, for a brief moment you were worried so you went to unlock the stocks. When you moved to unlock them he turned his head to look directly at you.

Cold and emotionless. Not angry or threatening, just a blank stare.

With nervousness pooling in your stomach you pressed the button that released his hands and he pulled them towards himself folding them under his head, resting his chin on top. For several minutes he didn't get up, he just looked at you as you moved around collecting your things. Slowly but surely you were growing more nervous. Suddenly regret started setting in and you bit your lip, figuring out how to get out of this situation in one piece.

When you made your way back to the other side of the room where you were seated in the beginning Loki rose from his chair. His hands were pushed on the table as he got up and his head was lowered as he rose in one smooth motion. Your heart rate spiked and you did your best to remain calm. But when his head rose and you saw the look in his eyes you panicked. It wasn’t normal panic, this was panic fueled by instinct, his presence was overwhelming. A predator watching his prey. You were cornered in this room that suddenly seemed way to small for the two of you. Slowly Loki started walking towards you, putting himself between the door and you. You swore the room got darker behind him as he made his way across towards you.

Desperately you tried to figure out how to get out of the room while slowly being backed into a corner. Lokis ice blue eyes seemed darker, making you feel like you were facing a villain and not a long time friend. His presence was overwhelming, the way only a gods presence could be.

He didn't stop walking until your back was against the corner, only inches between you and him. The way he towered over you made you feel incredibly small and weak. With a thud both of his hands hit the walls to your right and left, effectively taking away your escape routes.

"You must be insane, thinking that what you just did was a good idea."

Lokis voice was so low that you could feel the rumble in your chest as he spoke, looking directly into your eyes. For some reason you were unable to break this eye contact and you felt like your legs were about to give up.

"I am going to give you 10 seconds to run, then I will chase you down and drag you into my bedroom, and if I have to pull you by your leg for everyone to see, so be it."

He moved his right hand to play with your hair, an almost comforting gesture if it wasn’t for this whole situation.

"And when I have you in my room, I will tie you to a chair and use my magic to conceal the room so no one can hear you scream. And then I will find a spot, and I promise you I will, that absolutely drives you insane, and I will tickle that spot until you are crying and screaming and begging me to stop. And then I will ask you for every other weak spot on your body, should you not tell or you simply don't know, don't worry I will find them, all of them. And then I will tickle those spots in all the ways I can come up with. I will tickle you until you loose your mind and you are going to fucking thank me for it. When I am done you will say ‘Thank you for tickling me Loki, thank you for punishing me when I am being a little shit’ Do you understand?"

Your head was spinning but somehow you managed to nod, there was a brief pause between you two as you tried to gather your thoughts. Then he smiled softly.

“Ten.”

#tickling #tickle #loki #star writes #tickle community #tickling community #tickle fic #tickle fanfic #lee!loki #reader insert #ticklish loki #ler!reader #*deflates like a ballon* it's finally done :')#*drops this on your doorstep and runs*#marvel tickle #loki x reader #ticklish!loki

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softcloudystars · 15 days ago

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#ohhhh noooo i tripped while running away... :(((#how unfortunate oh nooo :(((#it would be a shame hahaha #if that left me in a disadvantage-

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softcloudystars · 22 days ago

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A forest encounter

What started as a small hicking trip ends differently than you would have expected..

Characters: Kitzu, Marshal, Reader

Warnings: Light cnc, descriptions of being watched, chasing

You feel watched.

The feeling had started earlier the day when you made preparations for the hike you had been planing, you had this unsettling feeling of someone, no something, watching you. You couldn't explain how but you knew this wasn't a human, it felt like a predator watching his prey. The dooming feeling of something watching you that possesses strength far above what you posses, a slight feeling of helplessness pooling in your chest.

And it was getting worse.

Every time you talked, laughed or made any form of noise it felt more intense. It felt almost like whatever it was, was feeding of the noises you made, no matter how big or small they were.

In the end you brush it of, you were going out alone for the first time in a while, of course you would feel nervous. You were just getting into your own head about being alone in the woods for the first time in a while.

So to distract yourself, you dive into the preparations.

Making sure you got everything, have your phone charged, and just working through all your checklists one more time. Finally you felt yourself ease up a bit and you actually started to look forward to it. It wasn't a long drive to the woods, so you quickly find a spot to park your car and get ready with your gear before stepping onto the trail.

Despite it being a sunny summer day there weren't really any people around. You didn't see any cars parked in the area, but that didn't really bother you.

You always loved being alone in the woods, the way all the noise seemed to disappear and mostly being replaced by birds and the faint rustling in the dead leaves on the ground.

By the time the weird feeling comes back you are already ways deep in the woods, you are making your way down a little mountain when you realize it. The woods had gone quiet, no more rustling, no more birds, nothing. It felt like the silence was consuming you. Standing on the side of the mountain you glance around, but you can't see anything.

But you know it deep in your heart.

Something is watching you, looking at every single movement you make. It feels like it's gaze is burning right through you.

Suddenly shorts and a tank top don't seem like enough clothing. You feel exposed and defenceless.

Trying to reason with yourself, you shake your head. There is no way anything could be watching you besides maybe a deer or a bunny. There was nothing of danger in these woods.

No one was this far out, you would've heard them and right now the only sound you hear was the soft crunching of leafs beneath your feet. No second pair of footsteps, no worries.

But then you heard it. A weird noise you couldn't pinpoint at first, like something was dragging itself across the leafy ground.

Close to you. Very close to you.

It seemed like it was coming from every direction at once. A rush of adrenaline flooded your body and without thinking too much about it, you ran. First the sound seemed to disappear giving you a brief period or relief, before very rapidly getting louder right behind you.

There was a hill coming up right in front of you and there was no way you could run up it with the heavy backpack you were wearing. At this point you didn't care about your gear, dropping the bag behind you, as you tried scrambling up a hill. You stumbled, catching your fall with your hands, crawling forwards.

Then you felt something brush against your leg. Quickly wrapping itself around it and tugging you backwards at an alarming speed. You can feel your tanktop ride up as you try to desperately claw at the ground. Grabbing handful of leaves and sticks you try to catch anything you could hold on to, but you don't manage to grab anything in time.

More and more things wrap around your leg. It almost feels like vines or tentacles a paper like cold texture pressed cold against your ski. You panic trying to catch a glimpse of whatever got a hold of you.

Then suddenly, the pulling stops and you look up, at first there is nothing. But then after you blink a few times you can see it, an almost transparent black mass of swirling tentacles. At least 5 meters high and just as wide. Somewhere in that mass you see two yellow glowing orbs that almost seem to be staring at you.

The thing gives your legs a firm tug and you loose the balance in your arms holding yourself up, dropping onto the forest floor. Before you can push yourself up again there is a firm weight on your back holding you down.

Your head is spinning. What was happening to you? What was this thing? Your heart rate started picking up, breathing getting quicker and then you feel it. Something was pulling at your shoes.

Twisting your head to see it your eyes widen as you watch a set of nearly transparent black tendrils untie your shoelaces before a larger one pulls off your shoe dragging the sock off right with it.

Cold air hits your foot and to your horror you feel a gentle tug at your second shoe before that one is pulled off too.

Slowly the thing drags you closer, bending over as the yellow orbs move down looking at your feet for a brief moment. There is a deep soft purring sound that slowly turns into almost a happy chirping.

A tendril comes close to your foot and slowly drags across your sole. The feeling sends a shudder through your body making you squeal. The tendril felt different than the ones holding you, it had a fuzzy feeling, warm and soft.

The monster chirps loudly and it wiggles around as the tendril brushes against your sole again, brushing back and forth several times. This time you can't hold back soft laughter as you try to pull your legs towards you.

Again this seems to make the monster happy, as it chirps a bunch more almost looking like it is doing a little dance.

What was happening here? What was this thing, and why in gods name was it tickling you? Not that you really minded...

Before you could finish your thoughts something brushed under your toes reflexively making you curl them out with a loud squeal. There is a disproving hum coming from the monster behind you and after a few seconds you feel something. To your horror small tendrils seem to be wrapping themselves around your toes, gently but firmly pulling them back, revealing the soft underside of your toes.

"Now now Marshal, I told you to wait for me didn't I?"

The monster hums and you turn your head to see someone step out next to it. A tall figure wearing a lab coat over a green shirt and shorts. They aren't wearing shoes but that isn't the weirdest thing about them, on their head sits a pair of foxears and a tail swishes back and forth through the air behind them. Their haircolor was in line with the ears and tails and their piercing blue eyes are resting on you. They grin, revealing a full mouth of fangs as they walk over.

"Let's see who do we have here.."

They crouch down nest to you tilting their head, then they pull out a phone, scrolling through it for a moment before their face lights up with a huge smile.

"Ahh you are test subject 324!"

The thoughts that were racing through your head came to a screeching halt. 324, that was the number the facility had assigned you weeks ago. The facility you had read about online, on a seemingly official website. Promising a relaxing experience for people like you.

People who enjoyed tickling.

But this wasn't what you were expecting when you signed up for the experience. You had pick the research pack that promised a ticklish experience that also promised to further help with their scientific endeavours. After signing up you were patiently waiting for them to send you a date for your visit to their facility.

What you weren’t expecting was this.

“You seem confused, it’s all written all over your face dear!”

The person in front of you lets out some soft laughter, one of their hands gently ruffling your hair.

“Let me explain, first of all, my name is Kitzu, I am one of the scientist working at the Sen facility, I specialize in studying why some spots are ticklish for some while not for others. But that isn’t important right now. You” they gave your nose a gentle boop with their finger “you signed up for our research pack, agreeing to help us studying on you while also bringing you a relaxing ticklish experience. Now I bet you didn’t read the small print. See this package does not only include the facility, nono-” they wave their finger around a little and lean closer with a grin, “this package also includes other grounds that belong to us. Like this forest.”

Kitzu let’s that information sit for a moment before they continue speaking, “Don’t you think it is weird how after never having heard about this hiking trail suddenly it seemed to be everywhere in the last week? No matter if you were looking on your phone or your laptop, this trail was advertised to you as this new big thing. Thankfully you were nice enough to put hiking as your hobby on your form, that really made things a lot easier.”

They smirk and stand back up stretching a little, “See Marshal here is one of our tickle monsters, and he has a really fun ability, he can hide in the shadows, so it is really easy for him to sneak up on you!” A tendril wraps wraps around Kitzus shoulders and they let out a little chuckle. “Every now and then we like to let him out a little, he loves a good chase and this is the perfect place for him. Now, I think you signed up for a three hour session?” A quick scroll later he nods, “I will be around to provide aftercare once Marshal is done with you. Don’t worry, no one will wander in here and disturb you two, I will make sure of that.”

Your mouth opens to say something as you watch them turn around to walk away giving you a little wave, your head is spinning with all this information and the realisation that you were trapped in the woods with a mad scientist and a giant tickle monster. But as you try to speak the monster pulls your toes back again and several tiny tendrils drive into the soft underside wiggling into the soft skin under and between your toes.

Instead of words you let out a shrill shriek and you swear you see Kitzus ears flick back and forth and their tail wag just a bit faster as they disappear into the woods. This is the last of your worries as laughter overtakes you. The sensation is overwhelming and you start begging between laughter when you feel the toes on your other foot pulled back.

When the second foot is attacked you hit your fists on the forest floor. This time it is not only your toes, it feels like the tendrils are tickling every sensitive spot on your foot. You try pulling your leg but it isn’t moving an inch as the monster holds onto you.

You can’t tell how long the tickling went for when it suddenly stops and you sniffle a little, there are tears at the corners of your eyes and for a brief moment you think the monster might be done and then you feel the hem of your top moving. Your hands move before you can stop them clamping down against your sides.

The monster hums low and two tendrils wrap around your arms slowly but surely pulling them above your head, exposing your sides and armpits. You swallow and for a brief moment you think the monster might go easy on you but several tendrils slip under your top pressing into and wiggling along your sides and ribs sending you into hysterics.

While this happens you feel your body being pulled up into a standing position and then up into the air, more and more tendrils wrapping around and supporting you until you are in a sitting position in mid air. Your back is facing the monster and you can see your feet in front of you in the air, the whole time the tickling didn’t stop. No matter how much you beg and squirm it just continues.

After what seems like forever the tendrils remove themselves from your feet and sides giving you a moment to catch your breath. Then two tendrils come into view, but something is different about them, their ends almost look like feathers, and as you look at them the monster begins moving them and the feathered part flicks back and forth quickly, almost looking like a wagging tail.

The tendrils move bringing the tendrils closer as your arms get folded behind your head exposing your armpits fully. You scream, beg and laugh nervously before they even touch you. You turn your head away, and squeeze your eyes shut. Seconds later you feel a tendril wrap around your head gently pulling it straight before a low growly voice appears in your head “Open your eyes, watch” something about the voice feels warm and soft at the same time you cannot refuse it and you oepn your eyes.

“Good… good job.. now watch me destroy you”

The feathered tendrils shoot under your arms and the shriek you let out makes your ears ring before you try to double over with laughter. This was like nothing you had ever experienced, this was so much worse than any tickling you had ever gone through.

After a few minutes you feel the tendrils wiggle back under your shirt, going after your sides and ribs, more join them exploring your neck and back for ticklish spots. The tickling is maddening, and it gets worse as more and more tendrils join, brushing across your tummy and behind your knees.

“ Your laughter is so tasty… I need more..”

To your horror you feel tendrils around your toes pulling them back, your eyes widen and you watch in horror as countless tendrils approach your feet.

“That’s it… watch, there is nothing else you can do… poor ticklish thing…”

When the tendrils start attacking your feet you jolt violently, laughter turning silently as you are overtaken by the ticklish feeling. It's almost like you get more ticklish any minute, and it gets hard to think. But you try to hold on to your sanity, try to keep a little bit of control.

“Ten minutes passed… many more to go”

The voice inside your head stops every other thought.

Ten… minutes? This was only ten minutes?

And then it hits you, you won't be able to get away or get any help, you are alone, deep in the woods. And all you can do is to hope for mercy, before you completely loose your mind. And it slips, the hod on your control slips and you let out an almost inhuman shriek as the ticklish sensation seems to double, completely flooding your mind, not leaving any room for thought.

And right before you close your eyes you catch a glimpse of them, in the distance Kitzu is leaning against the tree grinning and giving you a little wave.

#tickling #tickle fic #tickle #ticklish #original chracters #oc #star writes #sen facility #kitzu #marshal #reader insert #ticklemonster #tickle tease

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softcloudystars · 23 days ago

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You have been laying on your bed for a while, just letting the day pass as you play around with your phone. It had been a bit of a stressful day so you decided to unwind by browsing your favourite tickle fics. As you're reading a more tense moment comes up and you feel your heart rate pick up, your cheeks flushing red as you grab a nearby pillow holding it close for emotional support.

Rolling over on your stomach you kick your legs a little nearly giggling reading the scene that is unfolding. But before you can continue much further, there is a shift in energy in the room. It's hard to grasp but it almost feels like the air around you is filled with anticipation.

Feeling your heart rate spike you try to get up when you feel a weight press you down, careful but firmly your body gets pressed into the bed. You whip your head around but there is nothing.

Nothing you can see at least.

"What a cute ticklish little thing~" a voice low and growly almost monster like fills the air. The raspy sound of it sends shivers down your spine as you try to adjust, you freeze, feeling something soft wrap around your wrists, slowly but surely pulling them up, not tightly but far enough that you can no longer pull them down. The hand on your back adjusts, slipping slightly over your shirt, still pinning you in place.

"Poor thing, you had a stressful day hmmm?" The voice changed feeling like soft cotton caressing your face and ears. "Let me take all that stress away from you"

There is movement at the hem of your shirt, something is moving up your sides making you shiver and squirm. There is a brief pause and the voice practically purrs into your ear.

"Come on dear laugh for me"

On cue you feel something soft lightly move across your armpits. Sending ticklish shocks through your body. The soft fuzz starts moving around softly dragging across the skin seemingly scouting for the most sensitive spots.

You feel vulnerable, exposed and so incredibly ticklish.

Hicuppy giggles escape you as you feel the soft tendril slide across your skin.

"That's it just let go~" you can feel the soft vibration of the purring against your neck and ears. The soft fuzz is now repeatedly brushing across a particular sensitive spot under your arm, slowly but surely turning your giggling into laughter.

You try to hold back but the tickling feels so good and the voice makes you feel so relaxed, so you freely laugh as the tickling continues but you can't help but wonder what is happening right now.

"You are thinking too much~"

The monster purrs and you can feel more movement brush against your sides as a flurry of fluff depends on your armpits pinpointing their attacks on every sensitive spot the first fluff scouted out before.

The tickling is overwhelming, but not in a negative way, it makes your mind feel fuzzy, sparking a deep relaxation as you sink into the bed now laughing freely.

"Good good~ Now let's see how long it takes to tickle all this stress away"

The voice wraps around you like a hug comforting sending soft vibrations across your skin as you close your eyes and let the ticklish feeling overtake you.

#tickling #tickle tease #ticklish #tickle writing #ticklemonster #tickle monster #star writes #tickle community #tickling community #maybe a bit of #hypno #just in case

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softcloudystars · 28 days ago

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No one look at me ////// I had to draw the last part (or how I imagine it) of this fic by @writingfics-passingtime

#my art #tickle art #tickling #tickle #tickles #ler!loki #i guess technically #avert your eyes do not look at me #the feeling of nearing the breaking point where nothing else matters except how much it tickles #^^^^ trying to put that feeling in a picture

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softcloudystars · 28 days ago

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Putting this here so people know what to put on my gravestone as the cause of death ./////////.

I cannot put into words how badly this flustered me. Like holy shit man I had tears in my eyes. I physically threw my phone TWICE. This might be it, the one fic to rule them all.

This is my favourite fic I have ever read. Thank you so much for writing it.

Holy shit man the way you wrote Loki in this one??? Fucking hell I got goosebumps. This is so good.

Fuck me I need scream into a pillow for a few hours brb

This Means War

synopsis: When cabin fever reaches boiling point, your teammates' boredom turns into a test of your stamina. After a bit of tickling sends you crumbling to the mat during training, you're goaded into proving you wouldn't spill state secrets if an enemy found your weak spots... by subjecting yourself to the hands of the God of Mischief.

wc: ~5200

pairing: Loki x female reader (flirtatious). Bucky, Thor, Steve also included platonically.

cw: MINORS DNI, swearing, use of physical restraints, interrogation scenario, tickling (a lot of it. this is a tickle fic)

extra content warning: this story contains a faux-interrogation scene. the reader consented to it and has the ability to stop it at any moment. i do not usually allow the word "stop" to be ignored in a tickle fic - this fic is the exception because the reader has a safe word. The tickling in this feels a lot more intense (to me) than my previous fics so please be warned.

Your fate was sealed before it even started.

It happened too fast to control.

It started so innocuously. You were locked in a spar with Loki. Parrying high, pivoting low, flirting around that usual edge of real violence.

You had been sharp today - precise, clean, dangerous. Steve was nursing a bruise. Bucky’s jaw was red where you’d clocked him. Even Thor looked impressed, his cape torn at the hem where your blade had snagged it mid-spin.

But Loki always had a way of slipping past your guard.

You got the sense that he'd figured out the softest spots of you - mentally and otherwise - long ago. That he'd... catalogued them. That he took great delight in silently holding the knowledge of where to press. And how. He could get under your skin like no one else could. Burrowing deeper with heated looks at unpredictable moments, then ebbing back with pure professionalism at others.

It kept you humble when it came to facing him on the mats.

Usually.

Today... you didn't know what it was. Maybe the thrill of landing solid hits on two super soldiers and a Norse god. Maybe you got cocky.

Maybe the curl falling loose from the hair knotted low at his nape was just too distracting.

But you tried a move too risky, and he slipped past your guard. You caught his brow raising brow as he evaded your fist. The micro-second comment in the gesture went something like:

You really thought that would work?

Yes. It would've worked against a lesser fighter. The fact that you thought it might work against him... well, that was paramount to insult. Not something he'd let slide. Not when you made clear, time and time again, to all of these super-people: going easy on you wouldn't help be better.

So they didn't go easy - but that didn't mean they'd meet your mistake with a punch that could shatter your sternum. Usually, you'd just get pushed off balance, or pinned to the mat, or locked in some uncomfortable position until you could explain what you'd done wrong. Which was fine. It all helped.

Today, however, it seemed Loki wanted to teach you an extra little lesson.

His palm swept up, thumb hooking into the soft space under your arm. You slammed your bicep down on reflex, wincing, trapping his thumb as his fingers wrapped around and pressed into the sensitive muscle under your scapula.

His fingers didn't stop at pressing. A choked gasp was forced from your mouth, your body jolting before your mind realising that his fingers were wiggling, you were squirming, he was tickling you.

Your knees buckled, eyes wild and flying to his calculated stare.

He watch you as you slowly sunk lower, his head cocked, his smirk spreading when the first startled, hapless giggle bubbled over your lips.

Get away get away get away- every single base animal instinct flooded into flight. You pushed back on your heels, dislodging his hand from under your arm as your backside hit the floor. You were spluttering, panting, giggling - fucking giggling, of all things - and you felt yourself moving to scoot back, eyes fixed on the god standing above you.

He didn't press his advantage. He didn't have to. He just stood over you, that same brow arched, blue eyes glinting with something cold and curious and satisfied. "Well," he murmured. "That's new."

You clenched your jaw, regaining composure, forcing yourself back up to stand. "Dick," you grumbled, straightening your clothes as warmth crept up your neck.

"Fascinating, really," his smirk grew, eyes scanning over you. "Have you always been so-"

"Shut it," you warned, glare cutting to him.

"Oh no," he gave a single shake of his head. "You're not getting out of this one."

Not after what you just tried to pull, was the unspoken subtext.

Shit. You should've known better than to try such a cheap trick on a god with an ego the size of the fucking continental United States.

Loki locked his fingers behind his back, started pacing around you, appraising. “Battle-hardened Avenger felled by a few seconds of tickling…" He swung his gaze to the others. More specifically, Steve. "You didn't think to train this out of her?"

Steve had straightened, fists gripping the ends of the towel slung around his neck, eyebrows raised. "Train?"

Bucky tilted his head, watching you like a hawk. "Huh."

"Oh, come on," you started, rolling your eyes, hands on your hips, trying to brush it off. "This is not something that requires training."

“You squealed,” Bucky said, grin now forming.

“I did not.”

"You crumbled," Steve grimaced with a playful edge behind it.

“Like wet paper,” Loki added. "It was rather... adorable, actually."

"This could be a problem," Thor hummed in thought. "Could it not? If your enemies learn of this."

Your head snapped to him. Then your eyes back to the others.

Shit.

Shit, shit, shit.

The team had been without mission for almost two weeks; the boys were bored. And you'd just handed them some free entertainment.

You took a measured breath through your nose, and assured Thor: "They won’t."

"But if they did..." Steve started, slowly.

You turned. He was looking at you - not mocking, not smug. Just… calculating. Thoughtful.

You frowned. "Then what?"

"They’d have leverage," Bucky said.

"I wear full body armour."

"Armour can be compromised."

You could feel the shift happening.

The slow, creeping change in the air.

Loki was already grinning again, full teeth. "Pressure point training, perhaps?"

You scoffed. "Absolutely not."

Thor crossed his arms, ducking his head as if weighing the option. "It may be wise."

You crossed your own, arguing, "There's no proven method of desensitisation; you can't train someone out of being ticklish, Loki's just stirring mischief."

But Steve was quiet, eyes shifting to Bucky. Bucky’s arms were crossed too now, mouth twitching, his eyes finding Steve's.

You clocked the exits.

Three of them. One closest, but Thor stood near. The second was by Steve, and Loki, in his pacing, had subtly moved to block the third.

Fucking shit.

"Let’s just say," Bucky started, shrugging one shoulder, "we’re in the field. You’re caught. Someone finds a sweet spot-"

"-and they want to know where some files are hidden," Steve adds.

Loki hums in agreement, faux-consideration painted across him. "Security codes... contingency plans..."

You shifted from one foot to the other, hackles raising. "This is not a realistic scenario. On what planet would I ever be tickled for information?"

"Several," Thor nodded thoughtfully, looking to Loki. "At least four in this universe alone."

"Hmm, yes," Loki confirmed. "And I do believe in some factions on Sakaar."

You rubbed your temples. "This is not happening," you said. Mostly to yourself.

"There’s no harm in proving you’d withstand it," Steve said, voice calm. It almost sounded reasonable.

Your eyes flicked to him. You scoffed again. "Don't use your Captain America voice on me like you actually-"

He met your gaze evenly. And you stopped talking.

Because suddenly... you knew.

He wasn’t joking.

He was serious.

Not cruel. Not cold. Just… decisive. Like an older brother about to teach you a hard lesson for your own good.

You felt the breath stick in your chest.

"Steve. C'mon."

He straightened up, slow.

Bucky’s grin widened.

Thor stretched his arms with a lazy flex.

Loki turned toward you, smirking.

Your stomach dropped clean through the floor. Bucky took a step forward and you flinched, body readying to bolt.

"Hey," Bucky said, lifting his hands like he was trying to ease the tension. "You don’t have to prove anything."

You glared. "That’s exactly what this is."

"No," he corrected, smile just shy of cruel. "This is about making sure you don’t give up state secrets just to make it stop."

Your face burned. "I would never-"

"Good," Loki cut in, eyes glittering. "You're confident. You'll have no issue proving it, then."

You blinked. "What?"

Steve’s voice was low. Final. "We should put it to the test."

And just like that, the temperature in the room dropped. Your heart slammed into your ribs.

You were boxed in. Outnumbered. Outplayed.

"Steve. You’re not seriously suggesting simulating an interrogation where I'm..." you winced at the mere thought - betraying your nerves.

He shrugged in that infuriatingly calm, Captain America way. “Look, I trust you. But you always say training should cover every angle. This is just... one of them.” He tried not to smile.

You hated how much they were enjoying this. Bucky wasn’t even hiding his grin. Thor was scratching his beard thoughtfully, nodding like this was all so fucking reasonable.

Your jaw hung slack, you glared at Steve. "You're seriously gonna make me do this?"

Steve's head went to the side in thought. "No. It's your choice."

Loki didn’t even pretend. His smirk stayed plastered across his face like he had been waiting its whole life for this moment. "Of course, we'd never force you to prove it..." Loki raised his hands in surrender. "Not if it would be too much for you."

Okay. Now your pride was involved.

Loki continued. "If you're afraid... you just can say so."

He knew exactly how to bait you. It was so obvious.

But it still fucking worked. And that was on you.

You sucked your teeth, arms still crossed, jaw tense, looking between the varying degrees of smug in your teammates.

And a thought passed over you. About Steve. His leadership, his honour, and the way you trusted him so intrinsically with your life you knew he'd never let something like this go too far. So your eyes met his.

“Well?” He asked, calm and expectant.

You let out a tense breath through your nose.

"I'll follow your orders, Cap," you said, dropping your arms, squaring your shoulders. "What'll it be?"

This was one of those freeze-frame record-scratch moments where the narrator says 'Yep - that’s me. You're probably wondering how I ended up in this position.'

You flexed your fingers before gripping the edge of the armrest. The cuffs were snug but not uncomfortable. The chair itself - fetched by Bucky while the terms of the test were set - wasn't too bad, either. Cushioned seat and back, padded cuffs securing the wrists to the armrests and ankles to the front legs. It wouldn't hold any of the men around you, but you didn't have lightening or serum in your veins.

One small test proved no give, no rattling, was enough for that little molten thread of helplessness to start curling down your spine. All part of the mind games.

Trying to relax into the chair, your eyes landed on Loki, who was approaching you with all the slow, deliberate lethality of a black panther.

Of course, he was the one chosen to... do this.

His hand reached out and tested one cuff. "You seem tense."

"Bite me."

He chuckled, beginning to circle the chair slowly, trying to get in your head. Trying to build tension. It was working.

"The objective is simple. Don't give up the code word." His eyes flicked to Steve and Bucky. "Have you decided on what that word will be?"

Bucky nodded once, calling out, "cucumber."

You groaned. "That is the stupidest-"

"Exactly," Steve said. "You won't say it by accident. You try to hold out. You say it - that's surrender."

You felt Loki's fingers rest against the back of the chair. "Do you understand the rules, agent?"

You sniffed, jaw tight. "Don’t say the fucking vegetable."

"You ready?" Steve crossed his arms, failing to hide his amused smile.

No one in this room was under the impression that this was anything other than an exercise in the folly of boredom and pride. But here you were, about to hit play on that that freeze-frame record-scratch moment, and you wondered why the hell you ever agreed to this.

You did have an out - whenever you wanted it, you could say the word - but that steady fire inside you was stoked. White hot. You'd be damned if Loki snuffed it.

You'd be damned if he won.

"Ready," you confirmed.

He began.

Loki's touch was feather-light at first. Deceptively gentle. Fingers trailing over your sides like whispers.

They wanted a show? You'd give them a show. You'd show them exactly what you'd do if this was an enemy situation.

You flinched. "What the fuck are you doing?" Your head swung around, wearing a mask of confusion, fear, and pure innocence.

Loki's eyes narrowed. Ah. He seemed to say. This is how you want to play.

His voice was ice. Frostbitten. Severe. "What's the code word, Agent?"

"Wha-" you jerked again, eyes darting down to see his fingers at your sides, pressing a little firmer. Seeking. "I don't- what are you doing?"

He didn’t fumble or poke randomly. No, he searched.

"I'm under strict orders to not leave a mark, Agent," Loki's cold voice sounded vaguely distracted. "You have a code word I need..."

Then he found a spot. Just under the lower edge of your ribs, to the side. Your breath caught. Muscles locked. He paused.

"And I think I've just found a way to get it from you."

He wasn't clumsy. Not even a little.

"What code word? What are you even talking about? What-"

You stopped, looked down, watched as his middle finger and ring finger readied. You felt his other palm flatten against the opposite side of your waist in preparation to keep you in place.

You opened your mouth to say something, but then his fingers moved.

Sensation exploded like a switch had been flipped. Your hips jolted in the chair, a strangled sound caught in your throat as he pressed into that cluster of nerves with terrifying precision. Not a scratch or a dig - no, he hooked and circled slowly, keeping a maddening pressure on just the right spot. You were squirming violently in seconds, laughter ripping out of you against your will.

"Shit- Loki, fuck-" you broke your character, gasping between fits of laughter, voice hoarse and breaking. You tried twisting away, but there was nowhere to go. Nowhere to hide.

"Code word," he demanded.

You scrambled to collect your thoughts. Okay - okay - you could work with this. Fortify your mind. Let your body react. You tried to get a grip. Tried to find his rhythm and tell your brain it was no grave threat.

But half a minute later and he hadn't eased off. And it was only tickling more with every passing second.

"Please!" You gasped out, shaking your head. "I don't know what you're-"

He doubled - the palm against your other side began mirroring the same pattern with eerie symmetry. Pinpoint accuracy into that soft spot. Every movement surgical. Like he’d done this a thousand times.

Somewhere in the haze you sense him leaning down, felt his breath hot against your ear. "I know you have what I'm looking for."

"I don't!" you squealed, head hitting back against his shoulder as you twisted helplessly, laughing so hard your stomach hurt. "Fuck- please stop!"

"I can't stop this. Only you can. Say the word," he said softly.

You whimpered through breathless giggles as you tried to collect yourself enough to respond. "I don't- fuck- I don't know what you're talking about."

"I don't believe you."

His pointer finger joined the fray and your body convulsed with laughter, tears forming in the corners of your eyes. He hadn’t even moved from that godforsaken spot on your ribs. And he hadn’t lost rhythm once.

"Fuck!" You thrashed, as much as the chair would let you. "I- this is- this is inhumane!"

A low hum by your other ear. The other devil on the other shoulder. "You're in control, Agent. You can make this stop any time."

He didn’t move fast. He didn’t need to. It was the control that was killing you. The way he’d learned your body in seconds. That single spot already made your arms jerk, your breath hitch, your laughter take on a desperate edge.

"Make no mistake," he murmured. "I'm going to win. You really think this is the worst it can be? Give me the word. Now."

"I don't have the fucking word!" you shrieked between wheezes, before falling into a new spout of laughter. You gave a sound that might’ve been a laugh or a sob, it was hard to tell. Loki’s wicked hands hadn't stopped.

"She's doin' good," Bucky observed, tilting his head. "Holding out. The denial is still convincing."

"Stubborn," Thor nodded with a proud smile. "Like a goat."

"She’s trembling," Loki noted, sounding pleased. You were - your thighs tensed, stomach quaking with every new ripple of sensation.

Without warning, he shot his hands downward.

You practically launched out of the chair when he reached the top of your hip, just above your belt line. Another pressure point. The nerves there sent shocks across your pelvis, up your spine. It was like your body didn’t belong to you anymore.

"No- no, no, no-!" you laughed, voice wild now, cracked from overuse.

"You’re strong," Loki said quietly, voice still near your ear, breath warm on your neck. "But not unbreakable. I’m going to find where you crack."

You turned your face away, blinking tears of mirth from your lashes. "I’m going to kill you when this is over."

"I look forward to it," he said, moving inward to the sliver of skin on your lower stomach, scratching with feather-light precision.

You jolted again, high-pitched laughter tearing out of your lungs, knees bucking instinctively as he zeroed in.

Cucumber. It was on the tip of your fucking tongue. So you bit down on it. Sealed your lips as best you could.

Loki leaned in. "What's this? Trying to keep quiet now?"

You swallowed it. Shook your head.

A particularly cruel and precise tickle along the dips of your hips pulled a shrieking laugh from the loud place in your throat, wrists pulling against the cuffs.

He chuckled, knowing he was closer to winning.

So he went back to your ribs.

Your laughter returned in full, broken and helpless, your face hot with fury and embarrassment.

But still, you didn’t say cucumber.

You'd be damned to let him win after all of this.

Loki’s voice dropped, barely audible now. "You’re going to lose," he whispered, "So be a good girl, and surrender. Just say the word."

Your mouth opened. Then closed. You shook your head violently.

Your pride was still stronger, even as your breath was now ragged, chest rising and falling as you jerked against the cuffs, muscles locked and twitching from the relentless tickling, even as your laughter had taken on a half-wheezing, half-growling edge.

Loki hadn’t let up for a second, his hands maddeningly precise, but then...

He stopped. Pulled his hands away.

You gulped air. Relished in the reprieve. Wondering if-

"Don't think for a second I'm done with you," his voice curled around the base of your neck. "Tell me the code word."

You panted, head lolling. It had only been a few minutes, you knew that, but it had felt like a fucking lifetime. Shit.

"You're not listening," you let defeat permeate your tone. "You got the wrong person. I don't... I don't have what you want." You gave a weak tug at the cuffs, acting the part.

"Oh, you're very good," Loki praised in a dark chuckle.

You felt him grip the back of your chair. And you knew what he was planning.

"Wait-"

He pulled. The chair tipped backward as he lowered it slowly, until the rear legs landed on the floor and you were laying on your back, head against the mat.

You thrashed instantly. "Wait. Wait- fuck," you winced.

He moved with a maddening slowness, shooting an amused glance to the chuckling onlookers.

"Don't you fucking dare."

But he stopped in front of where your ankles were cuffed, your boots perfectly level with where his hands naturally rested at his sides.

"Uh oh," Bucky laughed outright. You shot him a pissed off yet wary glance.

Steve laughed. "You can say the word," he reminded you, but there was a teasing note behind it.

That smugness nudged you to get back in the zone. To prove them all wrong. Make them all pay.

Loki tugged. The first boot came off with a soft pull. And then the second. The cold air hit your socked feet like a ominous wind, curling in the atmosphere like dread.

You winced again. You weren't prepared. You weren't prepared. Feet were always protected, armoured, out of reach. You can't remember the last time someone touched your feet, much less-

"I've seen that look before," Bucky clicked his tongue. You shot him a nervous glance. His eyes met yours but he spoke to the others: "That's the look of someone who knows they're in trouble."

You weren’t wearing thick standard-issue tactical socks. No, of course not. You’d thrown on some stupid breathable pair. They were thin - too thin.

You shot an indiscernible look to the Captain.

He shrugged. Giving you that gleam in his eye that said: You can make this stop any time you want. All it'll cost you is pride.

You licked your drying lips, turning back to Loki. His hands hadn't touched you yet. Still, he was studying your reactions.

You kicked, knees jolting, but your ankles didn't move. He smirked.

"You've gone quiet," he said, cool and detached. "Is that fear?"

"Fury," you seethed. "Pure. Fucking. F-fffrrmm-!"

You bit off the noise as his fingers barely stroked across the arch of your right foot. It was a featherlight graze, and it'd already sent pressure prickling behind your eyes. You swallowed a whimper, sealing your lips, squeezing your eyes shut.

He hummed. "Interesting."

Then he began in earnest.

His fingertips pressed into your arches with a kind of maddening detachment. Methodical. Exploring. Not scratching or scribbling like some fumbling kid; no, he pressed, kneaded lightly, then circled. You shrieked. His thumbs dragged slowly under the balls of your feet. Your entire body bucked against the restraints.

"NO!"

Laughter then burst out of you, unfiltered and broken. It was worse than your ribs - infinitely worse. You weren’t used to touch here, weren’t braced for it. It was raw, vulnerable. Your laughter turned desperate in seconds.

"NO! LOKI! PLEASE NOT THERE!"

But that wasn't the code word. So his hands didn’t stop. If anything, they moved slower. More precise. He was watching your face the entire time - his eyes locked onto every flicker of reaction, every twitch of your mouth or squint of your eyes.

"PLEASE! PLEASE - ANYWHERE ELSE!"

"Well, shit," Bucky snorted. "That worked way too fast."

"What’s the code word?" Loki asked, voice low and flat.

"Fuck YOU-AHH! NO- SHIT!"

His fingers slid to your toes, tracing beneath them with deliberate purpose. You howled with laughter, head flinging back, toes curling as if that could protect you. The nerves in your feet were shot. You couldn’t even pretend composure anymore. He’d hit a level of sensitivity that was obscene.

"Code word," Loki said again, unblinking.

You shook your head, thrashing wildly.

"Don’t know it!" you yelled, tears streaking down your cheeks from the force of it. "I swear - I don’t know it!"

"Oh?" Loki tilted his head. "I think you're lying to me, Agent. Do you know what happens to liars?" His thumbs returned to the spot right beneath your toes and began that horrible circular pressure again.

You screamed - an actual, ragged scream laced with helpless mirth. Your back arched, every muscle straining against the cuffs. Your following laughter was high and unrelenting, like bursting open a dam and letting everything flood out.

"PLEASE!" you cried, playing it up now, blending real helplessness with theatrics. "I don’t know anything! I swear! I’m just a grunt. I’m just a - I’m not fucking built for this!"

The bystanders erupted in laughter.

"Good use of the helpless act," Steve noted, chuckling. "Classic withholding tactic."

Loki paused his movement, fingers still poised. "Code word. Now."

"Lemme go. Please," you begged, shaking your head and bracing as his fingers resumed. Your laughter trembling as your whole body quaked with it. "I don't know what you want!"

Loki’s face didn’t change. Cool, unaffected. His fingers danced under your toes, targeting the very edge of skin at the base where nerves lit up like a live wire.

"You’re lying."

"No I'm not!"

"You are. And I’m going to get the truth out of you."

He found another pocket just under your toes and lingered.

Your laughter cracked apart. Your lungs burned.

"This is going to get much, much worse for you, Agent," Loki's cold voice dropped a weight in your stomach.

"I’ll- I’ll kill you I SWEAR-" you gasped, words broken by high-pitched giggles.

"Threats, now?" Loki's brow lifted. "How quaint."

Bucky whistled low. "You gotta hand it to her. She hasn't cracked."

"I like this training," Thor declared.

Loki ignored the audience, dragging his blunt nails along the length of your arches. Back and forth, up and down. Face calm and unbothered as you went silent, laughter trapped in your upper chest, body tensing and twitching as the energy built and built and... he... he wasn't stopping. Gods, he wasn't moving from that godforsaken spot.

It tickled so fucking much.

There were no words for it. It shouldn't be possible for such a simple action to trap the breath in your chest, to send buzzes of energy through your whole body, it tickled so. fucking. much.

But the worst part? You knew this was building. Priming you for some grande finale. Readying to decimate your willpower.

"Can she breathe?" Steve's voice floated across the edge of your clouded attention.

It must've been almost fifteen seconds since you last made a sound.

Back and forth. Up and down.

Pressure building and building and...

"Hey." Bucky's wary voice was in the mix.

"Wait for it..." Loki hushed them. Your eyes were shut but you could feel his gaze on you.

Back. Forth. Up. Down.

"Loki," Thor's stern voice came. "She's mortal."

"I know, almost there..." Loki cooed.

It was coming. Cucumber. You could feel it coming. Feel the scream coiling in your chest. Almost there...

And then-

The doors hissed open.

"FRIDAY alerted me to a potential HR violation in progress," came Tony’s dry voice as he entered the room

The moment froze like a frame in a cartoon. You, a wreck, cuffed to a tipped chair, flat on your back. Boots off. Loki with stilled hands at your feet. The rest of them standing around like this was some clinical procedure and not your personal nightmare.

Tony looked around. Blinked.

"Well," he said, "this is… deeply unsettling."

The trapped laughter whooshed out of you as air flooded your lungs in deep and gratifying breaths. Loki had paused. Assessing the atmosphere. And for that, you thanked every god in this universe and beyond. You had been so close to surrender.

"She agreed to it," Steve said, unbothered.

"She volunteered," Bucky added, nudging Thor, who nodded solemnly.

"Oh, yes. She may stop the trial at any moment," Thor assured. "She need only speak the sacred word."

Tony blinked again. "And the sacred word is...?"

"Cucumber," they all said in unison.

You wanted to die.

Tony stared at them, then at you - now breathless, sweat-slick, and still twitching from residual sensation. He sighed. "Y'alright, giggles?"

You attempted to speak. But it came out as several coughs, so you just gave a weak thumbs-up.

"Okay, okay," he said, waving a hand. "As much as I’d love to see where this is going - and I mean that purely as an academic curiosity - we cannot shackle an Avenger to a chair and administer tickle torture in our down time. It’s literally in the handbook. Somewhere. It must be."

Loki had the audacity to look disappointed.

But he sighed, then reach down with maddening ease, lifting your chair upright with one smooth motion - like it weighed nothing. You slumped against it, head tilted back still gasping for breath, socked feet twitching, toes curling, body still shaking with aftershocks of laughter, a thin sheen of sweat glowing your skin.

"I hate you," you croaked at Loki.

"How tragically untrue," he chuckled.

Then the cuffs popped open with a click.

You didn’t hesitate.

The second your hands were free, shaky legs be damned, you launched yourself at Steve.

"Rogers!"

He didn’t even flinch. Just accepted his fate.

Your weight hit him square in the chest, and he let himself fall back onto the mat with a loud whump, arms catching you automatically.

"You star-spangled shithead!" you growled, rising to straddle his waist and grab his collar, jolting some sense into him. "You sanctioned that shit!?"

“I did,” Steve said evenly.

"You let Loki-... you- I'm gonna- ugh!" You grabbed a fistful of his hair and mussed it like a feral cat, gritting your teeth and growling.

"Alright, alright!" He laughed, trying to block you. "I deserved that!"

"You’re damn right you do - fucking cucumber - I’m gonna shove one straight down your- hey!"

Bucky's hands wrapped around your waist and casually hauled you off Steve like a disobedient dog. "Alright. Down, girl." You kicked the air on the way up.

"Let me at 'em. I'm not done!"

"Oh, you’re done," Bucky set you on your feet while Steve still lay disheveled on the mat.

"I’m gonna get all of you," you vowed as you straightened your clothes. "You’re all complicit."

Tony raised a finger. "Um, I actually-"

"Obviously not you, Tony!"

"Hey. You could've said the word at any time," Bucky smirked, shrugging, pulling Steve to his feet by the metal hand he offered.

You glared murder at all of them. Until your eyes landed on Loki.

He hadn’t moved.

That’s when you saw it.

The glint behind the calm. A flicker of something low and heated, still burning from the intensity of before.

Your stomach turned when you realised; you never surrendered... so he never won.

He looked at you, head tilted, mouth curved ever-so-slightly at the corner. Not smug. No. This wasn’t arrogance.

It was unfinished business.

You glared, pointing a shaky finger. "There will be retribution."

He inclined his head slightly, eyes never leaving yours. "I’ll be waiting."

You turned slowly to the rest of them, accusing finger sweeping.

"You’re all going down for this."

Bucky raised his hands. "Worth it."

Thor clapped a hand on your back that nearly knocked you over. "You lasted valiantly, dear friend."

You ignored him. "FRIDAY," you barked, steadying yourself. "Mark these bastards for revenge."

"Noted," she replied helpfully.

Tony rubbed his eyes, muttering, "You people have too much time on your hands. I should start charging rent."

But rest of them laughed at your threat. As if they weren't the slightest bit afraid.

You clenched your fists.

And then you smiled.

Sharp. Dangerous.

"You’re all gonna wish I’d said cucumber."

PART TWO (your revenge) coming soon

#stars faves #loki stuff #god i am dying #like holy shit #thank you for this fic

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