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Ticklish Tales of Asgard
This story is based on the Thor: Tales of Asgard film universe or Earth-8096
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Summary:
At no point did Asgard have such peace and prosperity. The damage wrought by the Frost Giants largely repaired, the people happy once again. Games and drinks all around. In the training arena were many warriors of the newly refurbished Einherjar having rebuilt it's forces in the wake of the so many deaths by Algrim. In the training grounds was Thor in hurry to lay his sword across and against the nearest blade. They were tasked with training Thor, though when Thor wanted to show off Odin told them that they could not beat him, that was in the past. The training now real, the blood, sweat and grime stained him on a daily basis. The only one not present to witness was....Loki. For he was facing a challenge of his own. Since the attack on the kingdom, his bitterness grew to proportions unseen. He decided the best way to deal with future threats to his father would be to eliminate Thrym. Gathering the studied spells he'd thought he'd need he prepared to leave in a matter similar to how they snuck before. But security was a improved fashion at the castle, it didn't take long for the sentries to catch him and discover his plot before arriving at the border.
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Thor entered the grand hallway concourse with a smack to the door. Stomping through the hall, training interrupted by the hearing of rumors he sought to verify. An attendant had handed him a cloth from which he wiped a days worth of dirt from his face. He walked with a gentle limp in his left leg.
"I must speak with father at once, it's imperative I learn the truth."
"At once of course, but in this state"
Thor looked at himself, caked on dirt and dust, the blood of fresh scratches.
"No worse than what I usually look like, I'm cool"
"Cool? are you cold?"
"Cool, a new word I picked up during my brief trip to Midgard, an amazing place in and of itself, but I returned to finish training, they are quite brutal"
"Especially now that the Einherjar no longer let you win"
Thor returned a surprise look on his face. It turned to a smirk of anger, the attendant realizing this, he bit his tongue.
"That is, I mean.....I only meant"
Thor's anger smirk turned into a sadistic smile, he snatched the cloth he offered and the attendant prepared to cover his face to defend himself against any wrath.
"PLEASE, I didn't mean to insult"......
Seconds passed but Thor simply coughed a "Ahem", the attendant stared between his arms and found Thor sitting on a hall waiting chair. Slouching over, his first good sit down all day as the quiet warrior who turns to look back at him. His legs crossed as he bobs his foot up and down as if expecting something. The servant realized what he wanted. To a warrior the feet were recognized as the most important part of the body, as they carried everything, they were tended to on a daily basis. The servant sat upon a stool and grabbing his bobbing heel which he would dodge his grip like a child's game. Grasping the heel, he began the task of undoing it's many straps and buckles but this bobbing game was getting old soon, so instead he grabbed the knee protecting plate and pulled down so his foot rested on the floor ruining the fun. He began the task of undoing it's straps. When his first pull failed, he doubled his grip and lifted the leg up as if changing the shoe of a horse and this time yanked the boot up and off with a pull so violent he lost his balance. But regaining composure he held the boot close in triumph like a trophy but quickly held it at distance when it's humid odor filled the air....hours of training will do that. Taking care to not hurt him, his left sore ankle he gently pulled the boot away. He kneaded and massaged the pain away. While no warrior, the servant was Asgardian and possessed strength of his own. Thor's irritation subsided his smiles turned into ticklish giggles as he or Frigga used to tickle him when he was a little warrior barely able to hold a sword, he knew the servant well since childhood and felt his toes to ensure none were broken. Intendants would wash the feet of a warrior in a basin before and after battle. Before he stood to continue his march, the servant sat him back down, tossed his boots aside grabbing his ankle and proceeded to lift his leg and inspect it. He begins removing his socks one at a time.
"I know not where you got these garish looking things but they stretch like spider silk" he spoke grasping the elastic sock and pulling it down his leg.
"From Midgard, amazing material this cotton and poly blend and it's what soldiers there wear and it absorbs sweat like a sponge." he said as the damp sock traveled down his heel and across his sole.
"And foul odors like none other, are you sure you did not steal them from this Hanes fellow whoever he is" he said yanking the socks away.
"Me? Steal? I expect both washed and boots polished by the end of day" he wiggled his toes in new found freedom of cool open air.
As he stepped away, the servant held the items at arms length as Thor walked away having no time to enjoy the cold stone flooring against his feet. Normally he would have acquired new boots from his room but in Loki's absence, he felt the need to be the source of jokes and whimsy. Approaching the door he took one big breath, with his arms he would've shoved both doors aside but instead with gusto kicked his barefoot against the door willing it open. Wiggling his toes priding himself on the strength to move such a massive and heavy door with a single kick.
"FATHER!!"
"Can you see this is not a time for your musings"
Odin had been less welcoming, for matters needed his attention.
"I must know! I heard the Einherjar speak in whispers, is Loki going...."
"Enough!"
" Is it true? Is he facing the serpent?"
"It is no matter of yours, his punishment will be enforced"
"Tis no punishment it's torture most foul"
"As I've said it's no matter for you to concern yourself with for it has been decided"
"I protest!, This is no mere.....He's my brother, you of all should respect what he did for you"
"Enough, whelp!
With one mighty swing from Odin he shoves him right off his feet. But rather than leave he grabs him by the ankles.
"Father!?! what ar you..."
Ignoring him, he brought him to a halls decorative fountain and tosses him in feet first.
"Next time wash before entering chambers" Thor's embarrassed face looked both ways hoping no one would look as he did just that.
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*Gasp... Loki awoke with a startle. It's not a vision he thought interesting. Muggy old trees and bare soil, he attempted to arise from his position only to discover he could not, blinking to the newfound light, he thought the world upside down, alas it was him. Looking down...or up in his view. He fixed a position of vision and noticed he was held in place by what appeared to be branches of a tree, the branches strong like the mighty oak, but flexible to wrap and hold him in place.. He remembered facing the entire Asgardian court, chained and restrained by Thor and Sif who he deemed traitors and told to leave.
Odin spoke; Loki shall be chained to a rock, laid bare for a serpent to drip venom into his eyes, so that he will pay the price for the madness and delusion that has blinded him or at least what he thought he said. Odin merely stated bring forth the punishment of the serpent. His flashback subsiding. He gazed his present situation. And thunderous noise shot up from behind him. A rumble that got ever louder. Surely this would be the serpent that would cast it's venom into his eyes for ages to come. But it was no serpent that coiled towards him, no it was a.....giant worm like creature like a giant caterpillar with dozens of fleshy tendrils.
"HA HA HA, surely better creatures exist to frighten me" But his perseverance wilted to confusion as the worms mouth made a single drip of a slimy substance....it spat on him, one tiny drop fell and ran down his cheek doing nothing....
"Worthless, bug you belong smashed on the bottom of my boot" But his skepticism turned to curiosity the second drop fell and landed on the palm of his hand, this drop a different color, he felt no sign of change until he heard a sizzle. The black glove he wore developed a small hole showing his skin. He had realized this was the creature under the Yggrisil tree that restored the soil by consuming the dead. He would panic now but needed to form words in his head. Many moving tendrils descended upon him to dangle in front of his face. They all moved individually, were of differing sizes and shapes. His attempts to squirm his way out were 100% in vain. For the branches brought him closer to them. As they came closer to him.
"Noo, Please! Thor, Help me!!" The tendrils descended closer....as the creature made another drop fall this time. A small one to be sure, smaller than a drop of rain like the last but it was enough to dissolve a small hole of his cape.
"Sif, You bitch for turning me in" No avail.... " Oh please, Get away, Exveli...." He attempted to conjure a spell only for the branches holding him to pinch the back of his head. Preventing him from concentrating nullified his magic but most of it wouldn't work anyway, not in this world. As one tendril rubbed his cheek, another would go across his neck exciting a ticklish reaction.
"Gaah, no, stop it" As the tendril wrapped around his neck, not strangling him but digging into his shoulders.
"Noheheheh….. Stop!....."NOHAHAHAHAH AAHAHHHAHA HHHHAHAHAHA AHAHAHAH HAH PPAELAHHAHAH!" Once condemning, now begging for his aid.
"Thor...Please!!! Help..AHHAAHAHAHAHAHAHAAHAAHAAHAA!!" His hand extended out to great....nothing, it twas the only appendage that escaped the branches. Those green tendrils curled around his trapped arm. He gritted his teeth, gazing into the green tendrils, closed his eyes as he felt those tendrils explore, tickle him, his hand unclenched, and several small tendrils wrapped around them, almost like a lover’s hand. That gave Loki pause, they were wrapping around his hand, worming it's way in and removing his glove and gauntlet. His words fell on deaf ears, neither Sif or Thor were there to watch. The tendrils probed around his bare hand, it would explore the surface, rub his palm and pointed tips would scrape under the finger nails, one twisted around his ring finger, he tried to clench a fist but was swiftly countered by a tugging on his ring removing it, desperate struggling made him try to hold the ring in his scrunched hand but playful tickling and finger prying made him drop the ring which the fiendish tentacle now wore and took away, Loki reached for it desperate to get it back, a family heirloom. But his laughter peaked when they began exploring his armpits. For what passed as hours truly was eternity.
"NOOOO!! NO-HA-HA-HA-HE-HE-HE" he twitched and shifted "HAAHAAHAAHAA-HA-HA-HA-HAHAHAHAHAHAHA" Oh, how he laughed and squirmed until his arms felt like he'd rip them out of his sockets if it meant escape. The branches loosened it's grasp over Loki, not that it mattered, they were merely handing custody over to the creature. The tree had done it's job, binding him without food or water for a day. For one tentacle brought Loki a wooden pitcher ,when pivoted it slowly poured a current of water across his face which Loki fought with his tongue to lap up as much as possible. But the returned tickles made him cough it back up or risk choking, desperate, he swallowed what he could. Increasing his resolve to escape he tightened up every limb to curl into a ball and push off but they merely tightened their grip around his wrists, hip and ankles. Indeed, they flipped him so he faced the ground. His laughter doubled in volume as the tendril patting his back began the process of undoing his yellow cloak and pulling apart his green shirt. The tearing of fabric aided his resolve to struggle free but alas in vain.
"Worthless, Creature!! Release m-HA, GAHHHH-HAHA.....AAHHHHHH" His laughter turned to glances of pain as his shoulder blades were pressed with heavy force.
"GAHHH!!"
As it's forceful pressure turned to weak pressure, it was feeling his weak spots and scanning the surface of his skin, poking and prodding abs and stomach. His laughter and smiles turned into cackles and coughs, his throat becoming hoarse for what seemed like hours and hours, his sweat drenched forehead was periodically wiped dry but in a matter of minutes he produced another slick coat across his whole body which dripped like rain across a landscape, the first rain in such a barren landscape for years. He would not admit to crying but tears of anguish built along his face, his face red, eyes watered, mouth covered in drool. Knowing the trickster all too well, lying, saying sorry would be fruitless. But one mercy, the life giving water was offered again. His attempts to suckle the slow pour would only succeed if he stretched long enough to reach it but the tickling forced him to convulse and curl into a ball. One bid of strength forced him to jolt out, he caught it and in one impressive gulp his thirst was quenched. But the force of hours of so many tickles began to create a gut wrenching laughter and stomach cramp, he felt he would vomit. Gasping in his best breath, he tensed his muscles to fight these sensations. As more tendrils explored his chest and scraped against his nipples and dug into his belly. His abs flexed for he did have muscles that showed when he tensed. Thor's teasing of him being a skinny thing was untrue for he was denser than at first appearance.
His resistance fluttered in and out but the creature did stop and offer him water once more, he gladly gulped the fluid as the creature wiped his sweat away once more. Enough of it had rained on the ground beneath him. But his regained composure and slight happiness eroded as he felt a sensation by his legs. He turned to witness but his head was denied it's motion by force but felt the feeling. The tendrils that wrapped around his ankles were followed by more as they began to undo his boot straps. The tentacles couldn’t DO this! He wouldn’t LET them do this. Flailing legs met stiff bindings, all he could do was shift his feet back and forth and hike his legs up. As more tendrils wrapped around his lower legs to pull his legs apart and began to explore the inside of his boots with great curiosity rubbing the humid legs and going down to his soles. In a minute, his first boot yielded held aloft and now in Loki's field of view, his foot curled wrapped in it's sock. His second shoe now gone, both had been flung across the air, humorously landing as if they stood on it's own.
“EEEEEEYAAAAAA-HAA-HAA-AAH-HAA-HAA-HAA!!!” Were the only sounds he could now mutter as the tendrils squirmed across his feet. Two thin ones poked at his toes and coiled around them and continued up as they corkscrewed around his feet. The prisoner released another howl of tortured laughter as more tentacles reached to poke and prod his knees. He arched his back which he could hear cracking and wiggled his upper torso but hopes of escape shattered as the coils around his feet began the slow task of pulling off his socks.
His tears stained his face.
“OH-HO-HO-OH-NO-HO-OH-HO-HO!!! DON’T, Please-hehehehehehehe-Help, ....Thor! Sif!! Fandral!!! Volsta-HAAAAAAAAAAAAAA-HAHAHAHA"
But no help was in sight, his tickling started as his socks slid down his legs, each exposed area received it's own attention. His ankles, his heels, his arches, his soles, finally his individual toes. Goosebumps turned his skin into a cactus, sweat made him as slick as a sea serpent, drool made him look like a mad man but tears....tears gave him a glimpse of humble patheticness.
"AHAHAHHHHHHHHHHHHH, HMPHH, AHHHHHHHHHHHHHH, HEHEHEHE-HOHOHOHOHOHOHOHAHAHAHAHAHAHAAHAAHAAHAAHAAHAAHAA" having no idea he was so sensitive. But his sensitivity reached new limits when a new tendril poked him in the crotch and he merely gasped. The tickling stopped....he understood what it's like to have needs and no way to let them out. His heart skipped a moment as he felt the poke turn into a grab as it fondled his growing arousal. Too much blood rushed away to his head, he was beginning to feel dizzy. Unable to think of a coherent response, of how to escape, all he could do was feel his belt being warped and stretched until a snap of the buckle was heard. His belt tossed aside, the last bit of protection he had, his green trousers and doubts he raised in his head made that security doubtful. As one tendril hooked itself along the rim of his pants and with gentle tugs, other tentacles joined in the misery as the snaked its way inside his pant legs and with friction slowly worked their way down. As his pants were tugged free he protested longer, he was a Frost Giant in heat but his defiance continued. He splayed his feet to keep his pants but little effort was required, for a few seconds he hooked the rim of his pants with his toes. But, as if in slow motion, they failed to hold his grip forever and he witnessed as the tendrils held them aloft like a trophy and hurled them across the floor.
Having no knowledge of his Jotunn heritage made him ill equipped to handle his bodies rise in temperature. He flustered to find words to explain his fever like rise. But his attention didn't deviate when he noticed one of the tendrils scratched against something, his hips. The curious little tendrils exploring them. One curled gently around one attached to his nipple and played with it. He reached to stop it, grunting with a mixture of discomfort, pleasure, and embarrassment. But the final straw was reached when the tentacles holding him explored his pelvic region to only come in contact with fabric. He sighed in comfort, if only for a fraction of a second, he held his dignity that he still had on his undergarments. But the giant creature was ill content to let him keep them. Several tendrils coiled up the fabric legs where they met his reproductive organs as they noticed he was pitching a tent. He screamed.
"NOoooooo"
One green tendril engulfed his shaft, moving up and down along it at a snails pace, his twin orbs met a similar greeting being fondled so slowly, it was like worms across his balls. Sweat and oil built along his skin, he panted, grunted and drooled like a maniac. His tongue hung out like a feral dog. His shorts stained in pre cum, two tendrils snaked their way inside and hooked the waist, like a piece of paper in the wind, they offered no resistance and were wisked away. As the tendrils gripping his organs sped up their pace.
"Aahhhh, oohh, ooooh. Heeeeee" No words would come from his mouth as a strange and unassailable pain pooled in his loins. Gasps and moans turned to grunts and yelps.
OHHHH PLEEEEASE COME ON! MAKE ME CUM! PLEASE! PLEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEHEEHEHEHEHEEHEEEEHEHEHEHE EEHE E EHEHE EHEHEEHEHE. Why...is this hurting"
He screamed and gritted his teeth. For he felt the desire to release. But more and more pressure building would release at some point. One tendril ran across his mouth for him to bite down and scream. His breath got heavier and more belabored with each passing second, his pain amplified as more tendrils curled around his toes, tickled his navel as his ribs heaved and two more massaged his balls. He bucked and writhed against the creature if it would just finish him off. His throbbing pain continued as he began the typical mating stance, curled and began to cum his Jotunn brains out..........or so he thought, for nothing came out...The instant the fleshy tendril was released from his jaw, he screamed again.
"GMMMMMMMMMMPH-AHHHHHHHHHHHaaaaaaahh. GAAAHH, Whats happening??"
Unbeknownst to him, what he failed to recall was as he slumbered. The Valkyries had already milked him dry. The pain stemmed from the fact he had nothing to shoot. Loki screamed for relief, screamed for resolve. But just then the tendrils aimed for his temples and with a bright light he was unconscious in a matter of seconds. For Loki would not remember this encounter. The creature proceeded to put his clothes back on him...for the purpose of starting this all again presumably for thousands and thousands of years.
THE END.
This story is based on the Thor: Tales of Asgard film universe or Earth-8096
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Summary:
At no point did Asgard have such peace and prosperity. The damage wrought by the Frost Giants largely repaired, the people happy once again. Games and drinks all around. In the training arena were many warriors of the newly refurbished Einherjar having rebuilt it's forces in the wake of the so many deaths by Algrim. In the training grounds was Thor in hurry to lay his sword across and against the nearest blade. They were tasked with training Thor, though when Thor wanted to show off Odin told them that they could not beat him, that was in the past. The training now real, the blood, sweat and grime stained him on a daily basis. The only one not present to witness was....Loki. For he was facing a challenge of his own. Since the attack on the kingdom, his bitterness grew to proportions unseen. He decided the best way to deal with future threats to his father would be to eliminate Thrym. Gathering the studied spells he'd thought he'd need he prepared to leave in a matter similar to how they snuck before. But security was a improved fashion at the castle, it didn't take long for the sentries to catch him and discover his plot before arriving at the border.
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Thor entered the grand hallway concourse with a smack to the door. Stomping through the hall, training interrupted by the hearing of rumors he sought to verify. An attendant had handed him a cloth from which he wiped a days worth of dirt from his face. He walked with a gentle limp in his left leg.
"I must speak with father at once, it's imperative I learn the truth."
"At once of course, but in this state"
Thor looked at himself, caked on dirt and dust, the blood of fresh scratches.
"No worse than what I usually look like, I'm cool"
"Cool? are you cold?"
"Cool, a new word I picked up during my brief trip to Midgard, an amazing place in and of itself, but I returned to finish training, they are quite brutal"
"Especially now that the Einherjar no longer let you win"
Thor returned a surprise look on his face. It turned to a smirk of anger, the attendant realizing this, he bit his tongue.
"That is, I mean.....I only meant"
Thor's anger smirk turned into a sadistic smile, he snatched the cloth he offered and the attendant prepared to cover his face to defend himself against any wrath.
"PLEASE, I didn't mean to insult"......
Seconds passed but Thor simply coughed a "Ahem", the attendant stared between his arms and found Thor sitting on a hall waiting chair. Slouching over, his first good sit down all day as the quiet warrior who turns to look back at him. His legs crossed as he bobs his foot up and down as if expecting something. The servant realized what he wanted. To a warrior the feet were recognized as the most important part of the body, as they carried everything, they were tended to on a daily basis. The servant sat upon a stool and grabbing his bobbing heel which he would dodge his grip like a child's game. Grasping the heel, he began the task of undoing it's many straps and buckles but this bobbing game was getting old soon, so instead he grabbed the knee protecting plate and pulled down so his foot rested on the floor ruining the fun. He began the task of undoing it's straps. When his first pull failed, he doubled his grip and lifted the leg up as if changing the shoe of a horse and this time yanked the boot up and off with a pull so violent he lost his balance. But regaining composure he held the boot close in triumph like a trophy but quickly held it at distance when it's humid odor filled the air....hours of training will do that. Taking care to not hurt him, his left sore ankle he gently pulled the boot away. He kneaded and massaged the pain away. While no warrior, the servant was Asgardian and possessed strength of his own. Thor's irritation subsided his smiles turned into ticklish giggles as he or Frigga used to tickle him when he was a little warrior barely able to hold a sword, he knew the servant well since childhood and felt his toes to ensure none were broken. Intendants would wash the feet of a warrior in a basin before and after battle. Before he stood to continue his march, the servant sat him back down, tossed his boots aside grabbing his ankle and proceeded to lift his leg and inspect it. He begins removing his socks one at a time.
"I know not where you got these garish looking things but they stretch like spider silk" he spoke grasping the elastic sock and pulling it down his leg.
"From Midgard, amazing material this cotton and poly blend and it's what soldiers there wear and it absorbs sweat like a sponge." he said as the damp sock traveled down his heel and across his sole.
"And foul odors like none other, are you sure you did not steal them from this Hanes fellow whoever he is" he said yanking the socks away.
"Me? Steal? I expect both washed and boots polished by the end of day" he wiggled his toes in new found freedom of cool open air.
As he stepped away, the servant held the items at arms length as Thor walked away having no time to enjoy the cold stone flooring against his feet. Normally he would have acquired new boots from his room but in Loki's absence, he felt the need to be the source of jokes and whimsy. Approaching the door he took one big breath, with his arms he would've shoved both doors aside but instead with gusto kicked his barefoot against the door willing it open. Wiggling his toes priding himself on the strength to move such a massive and heavy door with a single kick.
"FATHER!!"
"Can you see this is not a time for your musings"
Odin had been less welcoming, for matters needed his attention.
"I must know! I heard the Einherjar speak in whispers, is Loki going...."
"Enough!"
" Is it true? Is he facing the serpent?"
"It is no matter of yours, his punishment will be enforced"
"Tis no punishment it's torture most foul"
"As I've said it's no matter for you to concern yourself with for it has been decided"
"I protest!, This is no mere.....He's my brother, you of all should respect what he did for you"
"Enough, whelp!
With one mighty swing from Odin he shoves him right off his feet. But rather than leave he grabs him by the ankles.
"Father!?! what ar you..."
Ignoring him, he brought him to a halls decorative fountain and tosses him in feet first.
"Next time wash before entering chambers" Thor's embarrassed face looked both ways hoping no one would look as he did just that.
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*Gasp... Loki awoke with a startle. It's not a vision he thought interesting. Muggy old trees and bare soil, he attempted to arise from his position only to discover he could not, blinking to the newfound light, he thought the world upside down, alas it was him. Looking down...or up in his view. He fixed a position of vision and noticed he was held in place by what appeared to be branches of a tree, the branches strong like the mighty oak, but flexible to wrap and hold him in place.. He remembered facing the entire Asgardian court, chained and restrained by Thor and Sif who he deemed traitors and told to leave.
Odin spoke; Loki shall be chained to a rock, laid bare for a serpent to drip venom into his eyes, so that he will pay the price for the madness and delusion that has blinded him or at least what he thought he said. Odin merely stated bring forth the punishment of the serpent. His flashback subsiding. He gazed his present situation. And thunderous noise shot up from behind him. A rumble that got ever louder. Surely this would be the serpent that would cast it's venom into his eyes for ages to come. But it was no serpent that coiled towards him, no it was a.....giant worm like creature like a giant caterpillar with dozens of fleshy tendrils.
"HA HA HA, surely better creatures exist to frighten me" But his perseverance wilted to confusion as the worms mouth made a single drip of a slimy substance....it spat on him, one tiny drop fell and ran down his cheek doing nothing....
"Worthless, bug you belong smashed on the bottom of my boot" But his skepticism turned to curiosity the second drop fell and landed on the palm of his hand, this drop a different color, he felt no sign of change until he heard a sizzle. The black glove he wore developed a small hole showing his skin. He had realized this was the creature under the Yggrisil tree that restored the soil by consuming the dead. He would panic now but needed to form words in his head. Many moving tendrils descended upon him to dangle in front of his face. They all moved individually, were of differing sizes and shapes. His attempts to squirm his way out were 100% in vain. For the branches brought him closer to them. As they came closer to him.
"Noo, Please! Thor, Help me!!" The tendrils descended closer....as the creature made another drop fall this time. A small one to be sure, smaller than a drop of rain like the last but it was enough to dissolve a small hole of his cape.
"Sif, You bitch for turning me in" No avail.... " Oh please, Get away, Exveli...." He attempted to conjure a spell only for the branches holding him to pinch the back of his head. Preventing him from concentrating nullified his magic but most of it wouldn't work anyway, not in this world. As one tendril rubbed his cheek, another would go across his neck exciting a ticklish reaction.
"Gaah, no, stop it" As the tendril wrapped around his neck, not strangling him but digging into his shoulders.
"Noheheheh….. Stop!....."NOHAHAHAHAH AAHAHHHAHA HHHHAHAHAHA AHAHAHAH HAH PPAELAHHAHAH!" Once condemning, now begging for his aid.
"Thor...Please!!! Help..AHHAAHAHAHAHAHAHAAHAAHAAHAA!!" His hand extended out to great....nothing, it twas the only appendage that escaped the branches. Those green tendrils curled around his trapped arm. He gritted his teeth, gazing into the green tendrils, closed his eyes as he felt those tendrils explore, tickle him, his hand unclenched, and several small tendrils wrapped around them, almost like a lover’s hand. That gave Loki pause, they were wrapping around his hand, worming it's way in and removing his glove and gauntlet. His words fell on deaf ears, neither Sif or Thor were there to watch. The tendrils probed around his bare hand, it would explore the surface, rub his palm and pointed tips would scrape under the finger nails, one twisted around his ring finger, he tried to clench a fist but was swiftly countered by a tugging on his ring removing it, desperate struggling made him try to hold the ring in his scrunched hand but playful tickling and finger prying made him drop the ring which the fiendish tentacle now wore and took away, Loki reached for it desperate to get it back, a family heirloom. But his laughter peaked when they began exploring his armpits. For what passed as hours truly was eternity.
"NOOOO!! NO-HA-HA-HA-HE-HE-HE" he twitched and shifted "HAAHAAHAAHAA-HA-HA-HA-HAHAHAHAHAHAHA" Oh, how he laughed and squirmed until his arms felt like he'd rip them out of his sockets if it meant escape. The branches loosened it's grasp over Loki, not that it mattered, they were merely handing custody over to the creature. The tree had done it's job, binding him without food or water for a day. For one tentacle brought Loki a wooden pitcher ,when pivoted it slowly poured a current of water across his face which Loki fought with his tongue to lap up as much as possible. But the returned tickles made him cough it back up or risk choking, desperate, he swallowed what he could. Increasing his resolve to escape he tightened up every limb to curl into a ball and push off but they merely tightened their grip around his wrists, hip and ankles. Indeed, they flipped him so he faced the ground. His laughter doubled in volume as the tendril patting his back began the process of undoing his yellow cloak and pulling apart his green shirt. The tearing of fabric aided his resolve to struggle free but alas in vain.
"Worthless, Creature!! Release m-HA, GAHHHH-HAHA.....AAHHHHHH" His laughter turned to glances of pain as his shoulder blades were pressed with heavy force.
"GAHHH!!"
As it's forceful pressure turned to weak pressure, it was feeling his weak spots and scanning the surface of his skin, poking and prodding abs and stomach. His laughter and smiles turned into cackles and coughs, his throat becoming hoarse for what seemed like hours and hours, his sweat drenched forehead was periodically wiped dry but in a matter of minutes he produced another slick coat across his whole body which dripped like rain across a landscape, the first rain in such a barren landscape for years. He would not admit to crying but tears of anguish built along his face, his face red, eyes watered, mouth covered in drool. Knowing the trickster all too well, lying, saying sorry would be fruitless. But one mercy, the life giving water was offered again. His attempts to suckle the slow pour would only succeed if he stretched long enough to reach it but the tickling forced him to convulse and curl into a ball. One bid of strength forced him to jolt out, he caught it and in one impressive gulp his thirst was quenched. But the force of hours of so many tickles began to create a gut wrenching laughter and stomach cramp, he felt he would vomit. Gasping in his best breath, he tensed his muscles to fight these sensations. As more tendrils explored his chest and scraped against his nipples and dug into his belly. His abs flexed for he did have muscles that showed when he tensed. Thor's teasing of him being a skinny thing was untrue for he was denser than at first appearance.
His resistance fluttered in and out but the creature did stop and offer him water once more, he gladly gulped the fluid as the creature wiped his sweat away once more. Enough of it had rained on the ground beneath him. But his regained composure and slight happiness eroded as he felt a sensation by his legs. He turned to witness but his head was denied it's motion by force but felt the feeling. The tendrils that wrapped around his ankles were followed by more as they began to undo his boot straps. The tentacles couldn’t DO this! He wouldn’t LET them do this. Flailing legs met stiff bindings, all he could do was shift his feet back and forth and hike his legs up. As more tendrils wrapped around his lower legs to pull his legs apart and began to explore the inside of his boots with great curiosity rubbing the humid legs and going down to his soles. In a minute, his first boot yielded held aloft and now in Loki's field of view, his foot curled wrapped in it's sock. His second shoe now gone, both had been flung across the air, humorously landing as if they stood on it's own.
“EEEEEEYAAAAAA-HAA-HAA-AAH-HAA-HAA-HAA!!!” Were the only sounds he could now mutter as the tendrils squirmed across his feet. Two thin ones poked at his toes and coiled around them and continued up as they corkscrewed around his feet. The prisoner released another howl of tortured laughter as more tentacles reached to poke and prod his knees. He arched his back which he could hear cracking and wiggled his upper torso but hopes of escape shattered as the coils around his feet began the slow task of pulling off his socks.
His tears stained his face.
“OH-HO-HO-OH-NO-HO-OH-HO-HO!!! DON’T, Please-hehehehehehehe-Help, ....Thor! Sif!! Fandral!!! Volsta-HAAAAAAAAAAAAAA-HAHAHAHA"
But no help was in sight, his tickling started as his socks slid down his legs, each exposed area received it's own attention. His ankles, his heels, his arches, his soles, finally his individual toes. Goosebumps turned his skin into a cactus, sweat made him as slick as a sea serpent, drool made him look like a mad man but tears....tears gave him a glimpse of humble patheticness.
"AHAHAHHHHHHHHHHHHH, HMPHH, AHHHHHHHHHHHHHH, HEHEHEHE-HOHOHOHOHOHOHOHAHAHAHAHAHAHAAHAAHAAHAAHAAHAAHAA" having no idea he was so sensitive. But his sensitivity reached new limits when a new tendril poked him in the crotch and he merely gasped. The tickling stopped....he understood what it's like to have needs and no way to let them out. His heart skipped a moment as he felt the poke turn into a grab as it fondled his growing arousal. Too much blood rushed away to his head, he was beginning to feel dizzy. Unable to think of a coherent response, of how to escape, all he could do was feel his belt being warped and stretched until a snap of the buckle was heard. His belt tossed aside, the last bit of protection he had, his green trousers and doubts he raised in his head made that security doubtful. As one tendril hooked itself along the rim of his pants and with gentle tugs, other tentacles joined in the misery as the snaked its way inside his pant legs and with friction slowly worked their way down. As his pants were tugged free he protested longer, he was a Frost Giant in heat but his defiance continued. He splayed his feet to keep his pants but little effort was required, for a few seconds he hooked the rim of his pants with his toes. But, as if in slow motion, they failed to hold his grip forever and he witnessed as the tendrils held them aloft like a trophy and hurled them across the floor.
Having no knowledge of his Jotunn heritage made him ill equipped to handle his bodies rise in temperature. He flustered to find words to explain his fever like rise. But his attention didn't deviate when he noticed one of the tendrils scratched against something, his hips. The curious little tendrils exploring them. One curled gently around one attached to his nipple and played with it. He reached to stop it, grunting with a mixture of discomfort, pleasure, and embarrassment. But the final straw was reached when the tentacles holding him explored his pelvic region to only come in contact with fabric. He sighed in comfort, if only for a fraction of a second, he held his dignity that he still had on his undergarments. But the giant creature was ill content to let him keep them. Several tendrils coiled up the fabric legs where they met his reproductive organs as they noticed he was pitching a tent. He screamed.
"NOoooooo"
One green tendril engulfed his shaft, moving up and down along it at a snails pace, his twin orbs met a similar greeting being fondled so slowly, it was like worms across his balls. Sweat and oil built along his skin, he panted, grunted and drooled like a maniac. His tongue hung out like a feral dog. His shorts stained in pre cum, two tendrils snaked their way inside and hooked the waist, like a piece of paper in the wind, they offered no resistance and were wisked away. As the tendrils gripping his organs sped up their pace.
"Aahhhh, oohh, ooooh. Heeeeee" No words would come from his mouth as a strange and unassailable pain pooled in his loins. Gasps and moans turned to grunts and yelps.
OHHHH PLEEEEASE COME ON! MAKE ME CUM! PLEASE! PLEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEHEEHEHEHEHEEHEEEEHEHEHEHE EEHE E EHEHE EHEHEEHEHE. Why...is this hurting"
He screamed and gritted his teeth. For he felt the desire to release. But more and more pressure building would release at some point. One tendril ran across his mouth for him to bite down and scream. His breath got heavier and more belabored with each passing second, his pain amplified as more tendrils curled around his toes, tickled his navel as his ribs heaved and two more massaged his balls. He bucked and writhed against the creature if it would just finish him off. His throbbing pain continued as he began the typical mating stance, curled and began to cum his Jotunn brains out..........or so he thought, for nothing came out...The instant the fleshy tendril was released from his jaw, he screamed again.
"GMMMMMMMMMMPH-AHHHHHHHHHHHaaaaaaahh. GAAAHH, Whats happening??"
Unbeknownst to him, what he failed to recall was as he slumbered. The Valkyries had already milked him dry. The pain stemmed from the fact he had nothing to shoot. Loki screamed for relief, screamed for resolve. But just then the tendrils aimed for his temples and with a bright light he was unconscious in a matter of seconds. For Loki would not remember this encounter. The creature proceeded to put his clothes back on him...for the purpose of starting this all again presumably for thousands and thousands of years.
THE END.
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