God Of Mischief

“Loki, the god of mischief and lies.” He held out his hand for her to shake. “And the biggest trickster to ever exist.” Yeah, he was cocky.

Laura shook his hand with a laugh. “That’s quote the name.”

“Ah, just call me Loki,” he said with a small chuckle. “But thank you.”

“So, what are you doing around these parts?”

Loki shrugged. “I guess the Avengers forgave me and are letting me stay around here. Also, I’m here to visit Clint.” He smiled. “He’s a great friend.”

Clint whined and sat up. "LOKI!" He pouted and crossed his arms.

Loki chuckled and looked Clint directly in the eyes. “That’s my name. Don’t wear it out.”

"Loki!" Clint said again. Unable to hold eye contact

“What is it, Clint?” Loki asked with a small sigh. “If you don’t tell me what to do, I won’t know how to help you.” He still had the hint of a smile on his face.

"You. You're being mean! I'll, I'll try to help you run your tests."

Loki smiled. “That’s all I wanted to hear.” He bent down again and started to drum his finger’s on Clint’s sides. “So, where were we?”

Clint giggled. "Really? Ummmmm"

Loki grinned. “I believe we were... here.” He spidered his fingers down to Clint’s hips. “But we’ve already tested that, so... what about here?” He squeezed Clint’s thigh experimentally.

Clint squeaked. 'Wait! What do I need to do?" He let out a scream and clamped his legs together. Eyes wide.

“Just accept your fate, Clint,” Loki said with an evil smirk. He started to squeeze tha archer’s thighs repeatedly.

Loki grinned back at him. “Well, if you’re too busy with your schoolwork, I guess it can wait.” He sighed and sat down, a smirk on his face. He was doing this on purpose.

Clint whined and sat up. "LOKI!" He pouted and crossed his arms.

Loki chuckled and looked Clint directly in the eyes. “That’s my name. Don’t wear it out.”

"Loki!" Clint said again. Unable to hold eye contact

“What is it, Clint?” Loki asked with a small sigh. “If you don’t tell me what to do, I won’t know how to help you.” He still had the hint of a smile on his face.

"You. You're being mean! I'll, I'll try to help you run your tests."

Loki smiled. “That’s all I wanted to hear.” He bent down again and started to drum his finger’s on Clint’s sides. “So, where were we?”

Clint giggled. "Really? Ummmmm"

Loki grinned. “I believe we were... here.” He spidered his fingers down to Clint’s hips. “But we’ve already tested that, so... what about here?” He squeezed Clint’s thigh experimentally.

Clint whined and sat up. "LOKI!" He pouted and crossed his arms.

Loki chuckled and looked Clint directly in the eyes. “That’s my name. Don’t wear it out.”

"Loki!" Clint said again. Unable to hold eye contact

“What is it, Clint?” Loki asked with a small sigh. “If you don’t tell me what to do, I won’t know how to help you.” He still had the hint of a smile on his face.

"You. You're being mean! I'll, I'll try to help you run your tests."

Loki smiled. “That’s all I wanted to hear.” He bent down again and started to drum his finger’s on Clint’s sides. “So, where were we?”

Clint whined and sat up. "LOKI!" He pouted and crossed his arms.

Loki chuckled and looked Clint directly in the eyes. “That’s my name. Don’t wear it out.”

"Loki!" Clint said again. Unable to hold eye contact

“What is it, Clint?” Loki asked with a small sigh. “If you don’t tell me what to do, I won’t know how to help you.” He still had the hint of a smile on his face.

Clint whined and sat up. "LOKI!" He pouted and crossed his arms.

Loki chuckled and looked Clint directly in the eyes. “That’s my name. Don’t wear it out.”

Clint glued his arms to his sides. "Noohoohooo I mean..." Then he clamped his mouth shut but giggles started to pour out anyways

“Yes, what do you mean?” Loki asked in a teasing tone. He started to wiggle his fingers slightly faster. “Please talk to me, Clint. I want to help you feel better.” He talked in an fake worried tone.

"NOOOTHING! Never mihiiihiind!" Clint hit lightly at Loki's forearms. "I'm fiihiiihiiiiine!"

Loki gasped and pulled his hands away from the archer. “What- you hit me.” He acted like he was shocked and offended. “You hit me! Yes, your reactions are clearly unusual. Let me just test this out.” And with that, he drilled his fingers into Clint’s hips.

Clint sighed with relief. Before panicking. "No wait! I'm sorry! I didn't mean! Nooooo they're not!" The poor archer immediately started bucking his hips and laughing loudly. "LOHOOOHOOOKIIIIIIII!"

Loki tried (and failed) to hide an amused smile. “Hey, buddy, can you keep it down a bit? I’m running some tests here!” He continued to tickle Clint’s hips, not even trying to hide his grin anymore.

"LOHOOOOHOOOOHOOOOKI!" Clint just yelled louder. Digging his heels into the ground to really buck his hips.

Loki sighed and pulled his hands back. “Alright. If you won’t let me run my tests, I’ll just go practice the piano. I’ve been trying to tickle the ivories recently.” He couldn’t help smirking a little as he put emphasis on the dreaded t-word.

"Nohooohoo! Noohohoo! Wahaaait! I'm sohooorry!" Clint blushed at the words.

Loki flipped his hair dramatically. “Sorry? That apology just didn’t tickle my fancy...” He shrugged. “It doesn’t seem sincere.” Okay, now he was really smirking.

Clint glued his arms to his sides. "Noohoohooo I mean..." Then he clamped his mouth shut but giggles started to pour out anyways

“Yes, what do you mean?” Loki asked in a teasing tone. He started to wiggle his fingers slightly faster. “Please talk to me, Clint. I want to help you feel better.” He talked in an fake worried tone.

"NOOOTHING! Never mihiiihiind!" Clint hit lightly at Loki's forearms. "I'm fiihiiihiiiiine!"

Loki gasped and pulled his hands away from the archer. “What- you hit me.” He acted like he was shocked and offended. “You hit me! Yes, your reactions are clearly unusual. Let me just test this out.” And with that, he drilled his fingers into Clint’s hips.

Clint sighed with relief. Before panicking. "No wait! I'm sorry! I didn't mean! Nooooo they're not!" The poor archer immediately started bucking his hips and laughing loudly. "LOHOOOHOOOKIIIIIIII!"

Loki tried (and failed) to hide an amused smile. “Hey, buddy, can you keep it down a bit? I’m running some tests here!” He continued to tickle Clint’s hips, not even trying to hide his grin anymore.

"LOHOOOOHOOOOHOOOOKI!" Clint just yelled louder. Digging his heels into the ground to really buck his hips.

Loki sighed and pulled his hands back. “Alright. If you won’t let me run my tests, I’ll just go practice the piano. I’ve been trying to tickle the ivories recently.” He couldn’t help smirking a little as he put emphasis on the dreaded t-word.

Clint glued his arms to his sides. "Noohoohooo I mean..." Then he clamped his mouth shut but giggles started to pour out anyways

“Yes, what do you mean?” Loki asked in a teasing tone. He started to wiggle his fingers slightly faster. “Please talk to me, Clint. I want to help you feel better.” He talked in an fake worried tone.

"NOOOTHING! Never mihiiihiind!" Clint hit lightly at Loki's forearms. "I'm fiihiiihiiiiine!"

Loki gasped and pulled his hands away from the archer. “What- you hit me.” He acted like he was shocked and offended. “You hit me! Yes, your reactions are clearly unusual. Let me just test this out.” And with that, he drilled his fingers into Clint’s hips.

Clint sighed with relief. Before panicking. "No wait! I'm sorry! I didn't mean! Nooooo they're not!" The poor archer immediately started bucking his hips and laughing loudly. "LOHOOOHOOOKIIIIIIII!"

Loki tried (and failed) to hide an amused smile. “Hey, buddy, can you keep it down a bit? I’m running some tests here!” He continued to tickle Clint’s hips, not even trying to hide his grin anymore.

Clint glued his arms to his sides. "Noohoohooo I mean..." Then he clamped his mouth shut but giggles started to pour out anyways

“Yes, what do you mean?” Loki asked in a teasing tone. He started to wiggle his fingers slightly faster. “Please talk to me, Clint. I want to help you feel better.” He talked in an fake worried tone.

"NOOOTHING! Never mihiiihiind!" Clint hit lightly at Loki's forearms. "I'm fiihiiihiiiiine!"

Loki gasped and pulled his hands away from the archer. “What- you hit me.” He acted like he was shocked and offended. “You hit me! Yes, your reactions are clearly unusual. Let me just test this out.” And with that, he drilled his fingers into Clint’s hips.

Clint glued his arms to his sides. "Noohoohooo I mean..." Then he clamped his mouth shut but giggles started to pour out anyways

“Yes, what do you mean?” Loki asked in a teasing tone. He started to wiggle his fingers slightly faster. “Please talk to me, Clint. I want to help you feel better.” He talked in an fake worried tone.

Loki tapped his chin thoughtfully. “Hm, I’m not sure...” He drummed his fingers on Clint’s tummy. “You’re squirming an awful lot. Maybe your reflexes are off.”

The poor flustered archer watched Loki closely. Squeaking and lightly pushing at the tricksters hands. "Noohooo. They're not!"

Loki feigned a worried expression. “But how can you be sure? I think I’ll have to conduct a full examination.” His fingers walked their way up to Clint’s ribcage and wiggled gently.

Clint looked at Loki's face and burst into giggles. "Nohoooo! Wahaaait!" His squirming increased.

Loki grinned. “What’s wrong? Am I doing something wrong?” His fingers slowly climbed higher until they were at one of Clint’s uppermost ribs. Then, he drilled in.

Clint shook his head. "nooohooohooooo." He continued to squirm before letting out a shriek trying to move his arms to protect that spot. Kicking his legs wildly.

Loki stopped tickling him as quickly as he’d started. “Something isn’t quite right. Your reactions seem to be amplified. That fall... it must have had quite an impact on you.” He smirked; it was clear he was joking.

Clint's body jolted as Loki stopped. "Whaat?" Clint was not following at all. He was too flustered.

Loki couldn’t help letting out a small giggle at Clint’s response. “Well, I just mean that you seem to be extra... sensitive.” He crawled his fingers to rest right under Clint’s arms. “Ticklish, perhaps, is a better word to use.”

"M-maybe I am" Clint's eyes got wide as he squirmed and shook his head. "Now wait just a second! Noooo. I thought you forgot!"

Loki grinned widely. “Forgot that you were ticklish? Oh, but how could one forget such an important feature?” He slowly wiggled his fingers in Clint’s armpits, keeping the tickles light for now.

Loki tapped his chin thoughtfully. “Hm, I’m not sure...” He drummed his fingers on Clint’s tummy. “You’re squirming an awful lot. Maybe your reflexes are off.”

The poor flustered archer watched Loki closely. Squeaking and lightly pushing at the tricksters hands. "Noohooo. They're not!"

Loki feigned a worried expression. “But how can you be sure? I think I’ll have to conduct a full examination.” His fingers walked their way up to Clint’s ribcage and wiggled gently.

Clint looked at Loki's face and burst into giggles. "Nohoooo! Wahaaait!" His squirming increased.

Loki grinned. “What’s wrong? Am I doing something wrong?” His fingers slowly climbed higher until they were at one of Clint’s uppermost ribs. Then, he drilled in.

Clint shook his head. "nooohooohooooo." He continued to squirm before letting out a shriek trying to move his arms to protect that spot. Kicking his legs wildly.

Loki stopped tickling him as quickly as he’d started. “Something isn’t quite right. Your reactions seem to be amplified. That fall... it must have had quite an impact on you.” He smirked; it was clear he was joking.

Clint's body jolted as Loki stopped. "Whaat?" Clint was not following at all. He was too flustered.

Loki couldn’t help letting out a small giggle at Clint’s response. “Well, I just mean that you seem to be extra... sensitive.” He crawled his fingers to rest right under Clint’s arms. “Ticklish, perhaps, is a better word to use.”

“Loki, the god of mischief and lies.” He held out his hand for her to shake. “And the biggest trickster to ever exist.” Yeah, he was cocky.

Laura shook his hand with a laugh. “That’s quote the name.”

“Ah, just call me Loki,” he said with a small chuckle. “But thank you.”