Tom Hiddleston and Loki Imagines - Bk. 1

Loki - Tickle Wars Pt. 2

You scribbled down in your notebook as your stats teacher continued to go through the lesson. Math was not your subject; you surprised yourself with calculus, but beyond that, it seemed like a made-up language.

A cool breeze brushed across your face, soothing to the touch and completely distracting. You shifted yourself in your desk as you tried to redirect your focus. But it was hard to pay attention to the functions on the board when your pen was writing down words onto your paper.

  Revenge is best served cold.

"Don't scream," a voice whispered into your ear as fingers tickled on your sides. "Not a sound, not a budge. You don't want to disrupt the class, now would you?"

You bit your tongue and grew rigid, trying to remain as collected as possible. There Loki was, invisible to the class but seen to you, playing your ribs and toes, having complete control of your smiles and laughter.

"Hmm, perhaps you're enjoying this too much." He starts going towards your neck, and it takes all your vital strength to keep still, not showing a trace of the torture you were being put under. When you feel you were about to yelp, you bit onto your thumb.

"Very good, pet," he sneers into your ear.

"Please, stop," you whisper ever so quietly.

"Oh, does this bother you?" You put a hand to your mouth as the sensation continues onto your stomach, not letting the teacher see your giggly smile. You were starting to shake, your endurance slipping away.

"How does that feel? Being helpless? Feeling nothing but a laughing pain ripping from your chest?"

"Loki, please—" But he mischievously nipped onto your ear.

"Quiet." Not being able to bear it, you get up and fast walk to the bathroom, but as soon as you're well on your way, Loki, visible to the world, grabs your waist, covers your mouth, and makes you both vanish.

"Darling, you're not getting away that easy." He tickles you all while leading you up the stairs to a different hallway. By the time you both reach the top, you're out of breath and your cheeks hurt, silently laughing along the way.

He lets you go, dropping you to the ground as you continued to laugh away. There was no one on that floor, and all the doors were closed; you were safe.

"And you came all this way just to do that?"

"No," he says sternly. "I also came to tell you that if you do not wish for me to do that again, you will accompany me to lunch in a hour." The laughs subside, but a smile remains as you get up.

"Are you asking me or telling me?"

"If I add a 'please,' does it become asking?" You walked up to his face and give him a playful smirk.

"Come now, ask nicely. And maybe I'll say yes." He gives you a devilish smile.

"Alright, I'll play into your game: please have lunch with me." You put a finger to your chin, pretending to think.

"Hmm, let me see." Loki grabs you by the waist and throws you over his shoulder.

"Alright, Miss (Y/N), now you don't have an option. We're having both lunch and dinner." He started to walk out the building.

"But my stuff!"

"Class was cancelled today anyway. Everything was a hologram."