Mewling Malewife, Oscar's Defeat. (A Fire Emblem Heroes ticklefic) M/M

It was a beautiful day out and the sun was warm on the gentle knight's face. He couldn't help but smile at this pleasant feeling. He'd been warned repeatedly about riding into Múspellian territory, but Oscar had always been a carefree type. His younger brother had been gone for a while after all, and he did need to bring him home. He certainly wasn't a fool, unlike that brash cavalier who'd ridden alongside him across the border. His cocky companion had assured him that everything had a habit of working out for him, and he supposed it had better. Oscar was just wondering what had become of Luke when he noticed a cloaked man on the side of the road. Oscar, whose horse had been proceeding at a steady gallop, brought it to a heel as the figure waved to him.

"Ahoy there, friend. You're in dangerous territory to be alone. This realm isn't kind to men like you."

The cloaked figure shrugged and tossed back its hood to reveal a quite handsome face. The blue hair was striking, and Oscar mused to himself about the unusual bovine horns sticking out from under it. He'd seen many a Laguz of varying species and even dragons, but a cow man was new. Was this one of the other Heroes?

"I thank you for your concern, I was waving you down to give the same warning. While I may take care of myself, a handsome young knight like yourself is quite the catch around here. Why I've heard King Surtr has a collection of boots like these that he hangs from his walls."

The strange Laguz ran a hand along Oscar's armored greave and smiled up at the him. He gave the green rider a feeling of unease, but Oscar was a trusting sort and thought little of it.

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"Ha, well he'll not find me separated from them that easily. I've come here to rescue my younger brother and I don't plan on parting with my footwear without a fight."

The cowman chuckled and ran a hand through his hair, shaking his head.

"You underestimate the powers that are wielded here. Losing those boots could be as easy as this: *snap*!"

With but a snap of his fingers, the greaves and the socks beneath them vanished right off of Oscar's feet! The knight looked down at his pale feet in utter confusion, but the stranger waved a hand to reassure him.

"Don't worry, don't worry. I'm not gonna take liberties or anything. Merely showing you that here in Múspel, your shoes aren't the protection you think they are for your poor, ticklish feet."


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Oscar swallowed and tried to swing his legs away to the relative safety of the other side of his horse, but the stranger was quick enough to catch him by one of his calves. He wagged a scolding finger and shook his head before explaining himself as Oscar tried to talk his way out of this.

"Ahh, well I understand your lesson, sir. I'll be extra careful as I look for my brother so if you could just unhand me-"

"Ahhh have I made the wrong impression?! I'm sorry my boy, I'm here to help you, you see. My name is Askr, and you've been living happily in my realm. I've come to help guide you back from here. You see I'm no villain, just trying to help these pretty feet of yours avoid an unfortunate fate."

Askr paused to admire the pretty feet in question. For such a quiet and unassuming man, Oscar was certainly hiding a secret. A long and handsome sole gave way to five toes of nice length that curled nervously when the cavalier saw the god staring at them. The deity lifted the ankle and further admired the little wrinkles that had formed on the surface of the sole when they'd curled like that. The skin was white but gave more of an impression of creaminess than a simple pale hue. Askr could almost imagine sinking a finger into the skin and seeing ripples spread…hmmm, maybe those would be those cute wrinkles?

"W-Would you mind releasing me then? I understand that you are trying to help, but you can't blame me for getting the wrong impression if you keep holding my leg like that."

Askr watched the handsome toes curl again before letting go of the man's leg as asked. He had gotten a bit carried away there he had to admit and did feel better.

"Sincere apologies my young friend. Perhaps a gift to make up? I can't fetch back your boots but perhaps some kind of footwear."

Oscar's eyebrows arched as the older man clapped his hands together. When they came apart, each now was holding a pair of silly-looking flip-flops. They somehow looked both cheap and expensive to the knight at the same time. Pink plastic soles with an extravagant-looking strap that seemed to have little gems studded into it. The most notable feature, however, was right atop the strap: a cute, little white flower adorned the shoe and though Oscar wasn't sure what kind it was, but the way its long petals moved in the wind was mesmerizing.

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Askr placed the silly sandal onto his foot quickly and then darted to the other side of the horse to do the same to the other. Oscar's eyes stayed locked on the one he'd already slipped on though, but suddenly a gust of wind blew near that little flower and caused its petals to drag along the tops of his toes.

"Eeeep, eeheee...."

"My, my, are you giggling from putting your shoes ON?! You really don't want to be here if you're that sensitive. Allow me to escort you back to the border and we’ll get you back to Castle Askr where it's safe."

"It's these s-silly shoes...they tickle..."

"Oh come on, wearing SHOES tickles your feet? Truly, you don't want to be here."

"N-no! I'm not leaving without Rolf--ehehee??"

Oscar's protest lost a bit of its edge as Askr slipped the sandal onto his other foot, lingering a bit when he parted the long toes to slip it on. Oscar noticed it and blushed a bit, something Askr clocked in turn.

"Yes, much too cute. I understand you're worried about him, but you're not going to be able to do much once Surtr's fingers are jiggling your ass cheeks while you laugh for him."

"Well, I'll just be careful-"

"You're already barefoot and giggling my dear boy! If Surtr knew you were here he'd already be marching out with some special plan just for you."

Askr was right, and Oscar knew it. What neither knew was just how right he was. The God was rather flippant with his magics, and as a result hadn't really kept track of where he's magicked off Oscar's discarded footwear. So when they popped back into existence in a certain perverted tyrant’s throne room, it ironically made the God's point for him. While he was lecturing Oscar about how he should leave, lest he ends up one more trophy for Surtr, The King was in fact inspecting the footwear. He immediately began ordering his minions to go fetch him the hero who dared to walk around Múspel with his feet out. Oscar was just starting to relent to Askr's insistence on returning while Surtr was sending out his dark swordsman, his fiery dragon, and his mad king. All three left behind pets who they'd been teasing but Surtr was happy to dispatch others to take their posts.

Rath was eager for the break at first but before he could even get up off his hands and knees on the ground, he felt his ankle seized and a mischievous tongue invading between those ticklish toes. Elm did so love picking on the weak ones and if Líf was going to leave this boy still able to move then he'd lend a hand. He curled his tongue around the smallest toe and pulled it into his mouth to start nibbling away at its pad. The machine that Niles was locked in slowed after Fafnír's departure and the dark mage sighed, sweat rolling down his bright red face. His lithe frame was locked tight with his hands bound above his head and the various tongues mounted around him slowing as the sound-activated machine had no longer had his laughter to fuel it. When Ótr snuck in though, the first thing the little sadist did get it started again by taking Niles by the ankles and starting up a game of piggies. The room hadn't even started to cool down from the trademark heat that Múspel exuded whenever he got into his fun. The dragon had been using that wicked tongue of his to chase each and every bead of sweat on Eldigan's ticklish stomach before being called away. The knight panted in exhaustion, having laughed himself hoarse at the activity so when the bed he lay upon sagged as another sat down with him, he whined expecting more. Instead, he found his head gently placed on a pair of muscular thighs as Freyr began to tend to him. The king hushed the Lionheart's mewls but was still couldn't help his eyes from wandering to that cute navel of his...maybe just one poke?

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There was no way for Oscar to know just how right Askr was. The horned deity might have been alerted to the impending threat, using just some of the powers of a god. However, right now Askr's eyes were locked on one thing and one thing only: the foot before him, cutely curling its toes to rub its pads along that inner sole of its new footwear. The plastic sole of the flip-flop had absorbed a bit of warmth in this bright sun, so Oscar couldn't help himself. The knight had always had sensitive feet, a curse that paired nicely with their pleasing looks and meant that he'd received "propositions" more than a few times from nobles who'd hired his mercenary band.

He'd never really clocked just how narrowly he'd avoided being the bought-and-paid-for foot slut of a few lecherous nobles. If he didn't have a pair of doting younger brothers to look out for him, there would have been many a close call that he wouldn’t have gotten out of. Unfortunately, with Rolf off playing "Hide or Get Those Big Feet Tickled" with Peony, and poor Boyd shrunken down somewhere, Oscar was on his own out here. As such, Askr couldn't just leave the himbo to get himself tickled loopy by some kind of trick. He slipped a finger in between Oscar's heel and the now even warmer plastic shoe, and he almost melted at the cute way the man bounced in his saddle.

He walked his fingers up Oscar's calf as he climbed his way up in the saddle with him. He told himself the reason he did it was to keep the knight from resisting as he hopped up with him. Oscar never even dreamed of pushing him off though. Gentle soul that he was, this just showing that Askr couldn't help himself. The God ended up leaning on the smaller mortal once he was settled, causing the greenette to blush.

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"Well, now you've Askr's divine protection on your viewpoint. So let's steer you back to the castle and away from all the traps of this land."

"I'm sorry but I'm not going back without-"

"See? There's a few up ahead now."

Askr pointed skyward, and Oscar looked to see what seemed to be a flock of small birds in the distance.

"Those? How are little birds a threat to me?"

"They look little because they're far away. You mortals simply look at things once and assume you know all. Each of those beasties is much bigger than you think; more than capable of swooping down here and scooping you right off this horse. I've seen them before, and they make for effective hunters."

Oscar peered at the beasts and did notice that they did seem to be getting larger upon apporach. There also seemed to be something else…off about them.

"Looking at the extra little arms? Yes, just wait here and you'll see what they're for. Should a victim dawdle, they sweep down and take his wrists in their normal talons. After they drag him up into the air and take flight back to Múspel, those arms are to keep him ‘amused’ as they travel."

Oscar heard a clank and didn't even register that his breastplate had just slid right off him. Askr smiled as he walked those fingers up the shivering knight's forearm while he was paralyzed with a rather vivid daydream about that trip.

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"You'll be flown to Castle Múspel with your hands in the air and their hands in your pits. I've seen how the beasts keep those nails cracked and ragged so that when they dig deep into helpless pitties you'll feel it."

Askr ran his fingers up Oscar's shoulder and used the other hand to reach around the knight and take the reins of his steed.

"Their nails are uneven enough that you'll go wild when they're scraping along on the sensitive skin there. Some are long and perfect for getting deep into the nerves there. I've heard them make even that tough Gladiator, Ogma squeal."

With a flick of his wrist, Askr had the horse start at a trot and gently guided it into the forest and away from the open road. Oscar didn't notice at all as the phantom fingers in his pits had him shivering.

"I-I…they-"

"Ohhh you are a man though, aren't you? I bet there are the littlest sprigs of green hair in those pits hmm? Oh, they love that you know. Those awful, awful nails get tangled in the hair and the other fingers have to come and rescue them. Why I think they might even add hands in as they tease and tickle every strand in there."

Askr leaned in and blew a stream of hot air into Oscar's ear making the knight shudder, then put his hands around the man's waist and pulled him back into his arms.

"Don't worry, I'm here to protect you, my ticklish knight. Let's get you back to Askr where it's safe."

"Neehhe...N-No! I'm n-not going back without my brother!"

"If you stay here then you'll just join him. Everything here is made for catching and keeping handsome boys like you. They'll tickle your brains right out of your ears and lead you around on a leash. Unless...oh my. You WANT to get caught, don't you?"

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The horse-borne pair were into the woods now, the thick foliage above blocking the line of sight that any kind of aerial threat might have had on them. At least that's what Oscar told himself to rationalize Askr's decision. When the older man suddenly pulled him back violently from a simple tree branch, he couldn't hide his annoyance.

"Look if you're going to come along then-EEP!"

Oscar's protest was cut short by Askr jamming his index finger right into his navel, shoving through the thin cotton of his undershirt. The knight hid his face in his hands to hide the red spreading on his cheeks but did nothing to stop the taller man. Unbeknownst to him though that blush was matched on the other man's face. To hide it, Askr leaned in and put his face into the crook of the knight's neck as he stammered out his explanation.

"L-Look, I'm just tr-trying to protect you boy. Stray too close to those trees and you'll regret it. Look closely at the branches and you'll see."

Oscar cracked open one eye and peered past his fingers enough to glance around. He didn't see anything that looked particularly like a trap, though he did squeak like an animal stuck inside of one when Askr started rimming a finger around his navel.

"He-Hey! Stahap! I dohohon't see anything?! Quihiht it!"

"Such a ticklish belly AND denser than this forest? You really should fall on your knees and kiss my feet for saving you. Don't you notice how strange the branches are, hmmm?"

Oscar tried to look again at the branches but Askr dug his hands into the knight's sides and started spidering his fingers back towards that navel. The greenette jostled about in the saddle but the God was careful to keep him from falling off.

"Nohoho what? I doohohn't-ahaha..."

"Doesn't it seem strange how many of the branches are bent downwards or upwards in unnatural fashion? Hmmm? They're all pointed towards something aren't they?"

Askr gave Oscar a breather and ran a reassuring hand between his shoulder blades. The knight wiped tears from his eyes and looked about trying to see what Askr meant by that. He did notice a lot of hanging branches and such, but they didn't seem that strange or out of place. Askr pointed up at one and the cavalier's eye followed the finger, craning his head up to look at an unassuming tree branch.

Askr's other hand though slipped right beneath Oscar's undershirt as it hiked up from him leaning back in his seat. In seconds there was a finger that Oscar was very aware of, it was inside the man's navel and exploring every part of the little divot, when it was as deep as it could get Oscar learned something about Askr. Those fingers had been teasing his skin for a bit now and so he wasn't sure how he hadn't noticed that nasty callous on Askr's finger until it was down into his belly button. The divine expertly scraped that rough patch of skin all over the sensitive nerves down there and as a result, Oscar screamed into his hands and curled into his captor's arms.

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"I've seen those in action, you think this a regular forest huh? These are all traps for handsome soon-to-be beaus like you. Let those branches brush across your skin and you'll think nothing of it. Have enough of them touch you at once and watch how you become entangled in them, that's when you'll notice them start to move. You'll kick and fuss as they drag you over to one of those thick trees and you'll be helpless as that old wood opens up and welcomes you in."

"Whahat?! Heeheh-hey gehehet out of thehehere!"

Oscar was trying to turn away just to get the other man off him, but he was suddenly very wary of how many branches were around him. They looked like normal foliage he supposed, but nothing about this place was very “normal”.

"I've wandered into here and seen it myself, you know; handsome heroes sunk into the wood with only their bare chests, soles, and faces sticking out of the bark. You'd sit there until eventually, some patrol would happen along you."

Askr's finger was thrusting in and out of Oscar's navel faster and faster, making the man squirm and kick in his arms and prompting him to ask stupid questions.

"Thehehey patrol this whohohle forehest?"

Askr smirked and formed the fingers of his other hand into a claw, it quickly slipped beneath Oscar's shirt as well and pinched at the skin around the man's navel to heighten the sensations. This made Oscar shriek like a banshee and as a result, proved Askr's point.

"They can hear that from awhile away handsome, especially when the little buggers get at you. There are these awful little caterpillars in these forests, so orange that they hurt to look at almost, and DEATHLY fuzzy to boot. Once you're all snug in there that's when they’ll show up. You see, they looooove salt and these trees can get quite hot. They’ll let you get nice and sweaty, then crawl aaall over you and gobble up all the salt they want..."

Askr used one finger to simulate a worm going up Oscar's ribs and enjoyed the reaction it got.

"Keehehehee geheht ahahaff-woaaah!"

Oscar twisted in his seat too fast and tumbled partially out of his saddle. He would have fallen right into a whole thicket of those suspicious branches had Askr not caught him. Grabbing at the man's belt, he was able to reel him in and after a bit of straining pull him back up. The sound of metal falling onto the forest floor, ricochet off a rock, and disappear into the shadows made them both pause, however. Oscar looked down and frowned at how the buckle had ripped free from his belt, and now the headless strip of leather sagged along with his trousers. The anger on the knight's face was apparent and so when Askr tried to apologize it didn't go well.

"Hey, well sorry about that but you were squirming a lot. We still friends-"

The divine's attempt at a hug was stopped by the knight slapping his hands away.

"You've done enough, let's just ride the rest of the way in silence."

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They did ride a considerable bit further in silence, however not the entire way as Oscar had meant. Askr had pitched a fit and as such, they'd stopped when it started to get dark. Oscar sat before the campfire that crackled away and tried to pull his ruined trousers up before sighing as they fell down once again.

Askr busied himself with constructing a tent for Oscar that the mercenary hadn't asked for, saying something about how he'd need it if he didn't want to end up giggling till sunrise. Oscar didn't want to bother thinking about that, more cryptic nonsense was all it was. Instead, he was trying to use two blades of long grass he'd plucked to try and tie his pants so they’d at least stay up. After a good bit of grunting and struggling it actually seemed like he'd done it. It was undone quickly though when Askr wrapped his arms around the man and dragged him over to see the tent he'd finished.

"C'mon! You don't wanna be out here with so much skin on display. There's a spooky mage in the castle who looooves teasing that."

"No! No dammit! Noooo I worked so hard..."

The grass belt gave up and Oscar's trouser hitched on a bit of the ground. Askr pulled the man right out of his trousers and didn't even notice. He put the disgruntled knight, who was now clad only in his boxers, in front of the tent he'd constructed and couldn't hide the pride he took in it at all. Oscar wanted to stay mad at the fool, but the huge smile on the bovine buffoon's face made it difficult.

"Huh? You already took your pants off? Hmm, someone’s frisky. Excited by all the talk of being captured, huh mortal?"

Scratch that, Oscar thought. It was very easy to stay mad at him.

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"That's your fault! I could have repaired my pants if you'd been a bit more gentle!"

"If you think I'm rough then you'll want to get in here fast because I'm nothing compared to that sorcerer. He'll loooove those muscular thighs of yours."

Oscar flushed at the words, and as a result was easily swept right out of his flips by Askr and into the tent. Oscar put up the most token of fights as the deity helped him into a black sleeping bag that he'd set up inside the tent. Clucking his tongue, the knight did have to admit that it was quite comfortable in here and Askr's stories had his attention.

"The Sorcerer is a vile man, with long greasy hair and a jealous temperament. He spends all day being bathed and teased by one of Surtr's menacing little imps who scrubs him pink and exhausted in the baths. The same little sadist is the one who snapped him right up out of my castle, much to my shame."

Oscar knew exactly who Askr was referring to and, if the stories he'd heard about the man were true, found it hard to give him much sympathy--wait why was the god unzipping the bag?

"Now every night, so clean and squeaky he can barely stand, the sorcerer can only lay on his bed and giggle; although he finds ways to entertain himself. He can look out over all of Múspel with his magic mirror-"

Askr knelt down and shoved Oscar forward before climbing into the sleeping bag with the knight.

"What are you doing?! There's no room for both of us!!"

"You think I'm planning to be a tickle toy for the night? Just scooch up mortal. The sorcerer looks through the mirror for any of the Order who've wandered into his territory, then he plays those gangly fingers over any bit of exposed skin he can find. Teasing it, poking it, and licking at it. Since you've decided to ditch your pants, I feel like he'd love those thighs of yours."

Askr settled into the bag behind Oscar and again pulled the knight close. Oscar rolled his eyes at being treated like a child but ended up letting out a boyish yip when one of Askr's hands wandered down and started teasing that aforementioned thigh.

"HEE! Hey! St-Stop that!

"Ahh, so you are ticklish there! Don't worry, he hasn't found you, mortal. I'm just teasing but with a reaction like that, I see that you definitely need protection. I'm only using one finger, but imagine his wicked nails and even his forked tongue teasing this skin."

Oscar was trying to pull away but the bag and the other hand Askr was using to keep him close meant that he wasn't going anywhere. Instead, all he could do was kick his legs at the bottom of the bag as Askr teased a finger up to start trailing it in the canyon between Oscar's inner thigh and butt cheek. Oscar's kicking was jostling the bag about and bothering Askr, so he started to slip his own feet down and soon enough Oscar's feet were trying to escape the boats forcing them to play footsie.

"Oh he'd probably eat a meal off these thighs, and you'd love wouldn't you?"

"Neheheh-"

"Oh, you'd say no and squeal, maybe blush that cute way you do-"

When the aforementioned blush came to be present on Oscar's cheek the god leaned in and delivered a nice peck right atop it, making it spread.

"Hey! Boundari-EHEHEHEHohonohooo~"

Askr's hand took the opportunity and was now raking his nails along the back of Oscar's thigh and enjoying the nice feeling of the tight skin. The cavalier had nowhere to go and as such could only listen as the god continued to whisper in his ear.

"He'd play this thigh like an instrument, and you'd love it wouldn't you? When he takes you on stage and strums it, you'd just be his cute little back-up singer hmm? Would you maybe play a nice little tambourine? Or just squeal when he turned you over for the drum solo on these?!"

Askr's fingers found their way down to start tickling away the skin of Oscar's ass through his boxers. The man's kicking got so wild that neither of them really noticed when they ripped right through the sleeping bag. Neither had bothered to secure the tent flap before they’d gotten up to their “fun”, so if someone were to stumble upon the camp – or be watching through a magic mirror – they would have been treated to quite the sight. The dwindling campfire still crackled, and the little shadows it cast slipped and danced over the soles of Oscar's feet as they protruded out into the night. Soon, Askr's big feet were there as well to trace their big toes along the man's insteps and enjoy the way he squirmed in his embrace. Oscar didn't get much sleep as he kept imagining shadowy figures taking liberties with his helpless feet.

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The next day when they set forth again, Oscar was exhausted. Askr feigned ignorance as to why and whined when the knight made him walk rather than ride in the saddle with him acted quite indignant.

"To make a benevolent divine like myself walk while he rides, what are they teaching mortals these days?"

"Hmmph, you'd just use it as an excuse to get fresh again and tickle me. You’re not fooling anyone-HE-HEHEY!"

The frown on Askr's face had started when Oscar started talking but had turned to a grin when he'd taken ahold of Oscar's ankle right in that stirrup. He teased a finger along the top of Oscar's foot and enjoyed the way the man's toes splayed out on his sandal in response.

"You think I need to be up there to teach you a lesson? You've got these pretty feet out on display for me right here? Tickle, tickle Mr. Big Mouth~"

Oscar leaned forwards on the saddle and tried to pull his leg away as the Sacred Cow teased little designs into the top of his foot. The other man was much stronger though and as a result, all he could do was giggle out a response.

"Yoohohu’re the one who toohook my shohoes!"

Askr's other hand came in and began swiping a finger back and forth beneath Oscar's toes.

"Yes well, I apologized for that so why dwell on it? After all, I did stay and protect you in exchange!"

The finger got into the curl in the stem of Oscar's smallest toe and dragged out a snort from the green-haired knight. Askr was almost salivating. It was taking everything he had to not lean in and use his tongue to pry each of those toes off the sole of the shoe and give them some real attention.

"Prohohtecht me? Frohohom whahahat?! You've tihihickled me mohohoore than anything ehehelse!"

"Oh, I've saved you from plenty! Without me, you would have blundered right into the village that's around here!"

"Thehehere's a vill-AHAHA HEY! KNOCK THAHAAHT AHHAAFF!

"Yes there's a village, but it's a village of Múspel you naive boy. You know what that means? By now you HAVE to, right?"

"Geehee stahap!"

Askr picked a toe at random and began swishing a finger beneath it as Oscar pitched forward on his saddle and kept squealing.

"It means that if you wandered into there, they'd be on you in seconds. They'd summon the guard to have you arrested but think of all the ways they'd pass the time until they came."

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Askr started to trace a finger along the top of Oscar's foot on the flip-flop. Oscar tried to kick him off, but the lecherous god just wrapped an arm around his calf to put a stop to that. The sandaled foot was slipped from its riding stirrup and soon Oscar and his steed were being led by Askr to only he knows where as Oscar's sight was blurred with tears.

"Why I bet they have a big sturdy post right in the center of their town. They could tie your hands up there..."

Askr teased a finger up Oscar's captive calf, sliding it up over his thigh and finally giving his rump a pinch.

"Nohoooo..."

"Nuh-uh, it's your own fault. If you'd listened to me, they wouldn't have caught you and they wouldn't be using house brushes to scrub every drop of sweat out of those handsome armpits of yours."

Despite himself, Oscar found his arms clamping down hard as he imagined those soapy brushes closing in. He shook his head to try and dispel the thought but that just led to him being unprepared when Askr leaned in and gave his big toe a nibble.

"AH! HEHE-HEHEY GET OUT OF THERE! AHAHA!"

"Oh yes, I bet you wish you could get out of that village, don't you? You seem like the type who'd try and sneak away hmm? And then you'd get lost and try to creep your way out, but what's that?!"

Askr started peppering love bites over the top of the man's foot and enjoying the little red hickies he was leaving behind to contrast the creamy skin.

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"Why I bet after all your excitement that tight stomach of yours is famished. Oooh, and do you smell that? It's almost as good as your own cooking but it's the old cliche. The pie on the windowsill is the bait and you're coming over like the cute little prey you are."

Oscar's littlest toe was wiggled all about as he wailed for mercy but since Askr couldn't make it fit in his monologue all that was ignored.

"You'll stick your greedy little head in and then they'll have you where they want you. That window will close on top of you, and just imagine the mortified look on your face on when you realize you are stuck! I bet that baker will have a blast from getting you red-faced and sobbing by simply teasing your nose with a blade of grass!"

Despite the man's fingers scraping up and down the tops of his feet, playing connect the dots with the red marks he'd left behind, Oscar's hands were clapped firmly over his nose. The blush over it had made him almost look as if he was suffering from an infection of some kind. He could vividly imagine the little strand slipping up his nostril and teasing away, causing a sneeze to become trapped in there. He shook his head to try and dislodge the phantom sensation but couldn't get it out. Askr just chuckled and kept walking the steed and stud toward his intended destination. He could see the castle getting close enough that soon they'd be in its shadow. He was a bit sad for the journey to end and as such decided to eat his feelings.

Oscar's mind had him trapped in a fantasy of plump village women crowded around his trapped face and pinching away at his cheeks and ears while tickling his nose and neck. The lack of attention in his fantasy towards the rest of his body meant that the feeling of his big toe being forced up would still fit, as it just meant that somebody must’ve found the unfortunate cavalier milling about outside this awful house. When Askr started nibbling away at the big toe, Oscar teared up and couldn't hide how badly it tickled. Up on his horse, he shook his head madly and in his mind rationalized each fluttering of hair against his cheek as more unwelcome advances from the bakers who'd turned him to a dessert.

"Mmmf, even if you slipped away you're so clumsy you wouldn't get very far *nibble, chew* before you tripped over your own two feet."

Oscar tried to curl his toes in embarrassment at his imagined folly but Askr bent them back instead and swiped a finger beneath them making Oscar whine.

"Sad isn't it? Grown man like you only able to squeal and beg when the village children find you. Ohhh those rugrats are gonna dogpile you, and when they find out these feet of yours are ticklish you're gonna get it!"

Askr ripped the flip-flop off Oscar's foot and began a new tactic, scraping the edge of the shoe up and down Oscar's sweaty sole and making Oscar imagine it as the work of sticky-fingered little monsters.

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"You came to save your brother right? Who's gonna save you now that you’re right here to warm Surtr's lap?"

Oscar heard a metallic rap but couldn't open his eyes as the sensation of Askr using the sandal’s strap to floss between his toes was sending him to a new level of helplessness. Occasionally the sandal was brought to slap hard upon his sole and soon the fingers were digging into the sensitive skin left behind. His toes were twiddled, his arch strutted upon, and his heel felt a tongue lashing that left his eyes crossed. It wasn't until he heard metallic creaking and felt a gush of hot air on his face that he was able to open his eyes.

Askr had brought him right to the castle…but something was wrong. He remembered the banners of Castle Askr for their soft whites and gold trims. They'd removed those it seemed and replaced them with deep reds trimmed with shining gold. There were also more flames than he remembered burning on the ramparts. Askr started using the soft flower ornament on the sandal like a brush upon Oscar's sole, so his observations ended there as he was led into the castle.

Men wearing armor not emblazoned with Askr's colors helped Oscar down off his horse but deigned to leave Askr to the game of "This Little Hero" he was playing with his toes. Oscar was on his back as Askr dragged him into the castle by his foot and, if not for the plush carpet he was guided onto, might have felt some pain. Thankfully the crimson-colored rug made for an almost enjoyable journey as he was dragged from the drawing room and into a hallway, all while Askr sang his mind-numbing song.

"This little Hero was so brave, walking right into hell to save his brother. Ahhh if only he'd been a bit brighter, maybe he'd have seen the monster that was going to feast on him."

"GAHAHAHAHA STAHAHAP DOING THAHAHAT!"

Oscar's big toe vanished into Askr's mouth where it was teased and slapped about by the big man's forked tongue. Wait "forked"? Since when was he a reptile?! Oscar threw his head side to side as he was dragged, and his laughter stopped being describable. It drew many an onlooker as heroes poked their heads from the rooms in the hallway. Most with smiles of course, as they were quite happy to see him.

Askr's fingers were pressed to Oscar's heel, and they began to march their way up the man's helpless foot which was somehow still clasped in a headlock by the man. This was made even odder as somehow a thumb and forefinger were clasping his second toe and wiggling it back and forth as the ten other fingers came up his foot toward the helpless toe.

"This little piggy never knew just how many dangers were chasing him, how many times he could have been made a meal of. Why this poor piggy just wandered about not knowing what would happen when they got him."

The Heroes wondered if Askr had always had four arms. Most of them had never seen him since they'd been here so long and their minds were so hazy. Although they did like when the army of fingers got ahold of Oscar's toe and started rolling its pad between them. The extra arms vanished as Askr returned to his normal form and went to the next verse.

Oscar's middle toe was held and stroked before its pad disappeared into Askr's puckered lips for a big wet kiss.

"This little piggy was so adorably sweet, so innocent and trusting. He had no idea where he was going and so when a friendly face offered him help, he took it! Such a naive little giggly piggy."

The toe was barraged with many kisses as Oscar struggled, his eyes opened to see a grand set of doors open before him. He caught a glimpse of a throne before his eyes screw shut again as Askr went to the next toe for a tapping massage.

"This little piggy needs to learn many things: to be less trusting, to be more observant, or maybe to even read a map. After all, that might let him tell two different lands apart. That poor, ticklish piggy is gonna learn something here. But THIS little piggy-"

Oscar heard something large approach and then Askr grunted as he was shoved out of the way. Someone big had Oscar lifted him off the ground by his ankles.

"THIS LITTLE WORM'S PIGGIES ARE MINE! THEY'LL BE SCRUBBED, SUCKED, AND BITTEN UNTIL HE LEARNS HIS NEW LOT IN LIFE."

Oscar's soles suddenly were subjected to a tongue pressing against them and dragging its way upwards. The sheer size of it allowing it to get every nerve ending. By the time it reached Oscar's toes he was sweaty and red, allowing him to finally open his eyes and see the golden armored tyrant he'd been delivered to.

Surtr plunged all ten of Oscy's toes into his mouth and sucked hard on them as he carried the cavalier to his throne. He sat down heavily and soon Oscar's view of the room was blocked out completely by the King's massive feet pressing on his face. Oscar was forced to inhale the ashy scent of the monarch's massive feet as his soles were ravaged by the man's rough nails while his toes were bitten and sucked.

"Another for my collection! You've done well, fool, and as such you'll be rewarded by a night free of either my or Loki's games for you and your powers."

Askr smiled and waved sheepishly at Surtr, still not having even bothered to pick himself up off the ground.

"Ha-Happy to help! You know I'm always up for a b-bit of mischief, but I notice those names you said didn't include-"

The air was driven right out of Askr's lungs as a blue blur dove atop him. A green one followed closely and soon the god's sandals were ripped off by the two thirsty tickle fiends who began dancing their fingers over the ticklish skin.

"Look how big they are Merry! He's finally listening to us and admitting he wants to give us more skin to tickle and tease. Coochie, coochie-coo~"

"Mar-Mar he can make them bigger though! I've seen him make himself into King Surtr himself so they could be bigger, or maybe even bigger than that! C'mooooon Xaney! Make them even bigger! Bigger, bigger, bigger, or we won't stop tickling them hehe~ gitchy, gitchy goo!"

The former Altean Prince and the former head apprentice of the Khadein Mages College both drooled as they glid their fingers over the man's soles. They sped up more and more as "Askr's" laughter got more manic.

"Stahahabap it guhuhys! I've gahahat the night ahahahff! Lehehehme up! Gehehehe HEEHEHY!"

The man shortened and shimmered beneath them, changing hair color and losing the horns until Marth and Merric were going hog wild on the feet of their tricky friend: the shapeshifter Xane. His feet reduced back to their normal size while the boys whined in disappointment. His small toes were soon bitten and nipped at while they chided him about making them larger so they could be big, sexy props for the boy's show.

Surtr watched the silly display with a wicked smile as he ripped away Oscar's boxers. He savored the sight of the tired and red taint between the man's genitalia and posterior. It had been pummeled by days in the saddle and rubbed raw by his uncomfortable squirming as his pet trickster had teased him there. Surtr stuffed his fingers into the canyon and scraped about as Oscar banged his fists on the ground and bit his lip hard enough to draw the slightest prick of blood. When Surtr's tongue got in there, Oscar could almost feel his thoughts slip away as his mind melted from the pleasure. Rolf, he was sorry to, Luke he wished the best of luck, and to Boyd, he wished he could warn, “Stay out of Múspel and trust no one!” Lest he end up in a laughably bad situation like this one wherein he was led right to Surtr's doorstep by a horny pretender lying about rendering aid. Oscar soon was resting his ankles on either side of Surtr's head as his toes curled and his sanity started to slip.

Surtr's own thoughts began to cloud as well but a small one remained in the back of his mind, illuminated by his rage. Those three peons he had sent out to catch this fool were in for a rough night when they came back empty-handed. He thought of tossing all three to Dandelion to have their faces painted and their balloon animals teased while they begged to be good little boys. Wherever they were, they were going to get it.

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In Askr, the three men watched with fear running up their spines. Mummified in thick cloth, they floated in the air and were kept there by the power of their captor. The horned deity smiled at the three very different pairs of feet he'd just finished applying generous coatings of oil to. The petite but dangerous 8's of Fafnir had their toes scrunched in fear even as the king they belonged to snarled about the horrors he'd visit on this fool who'd captured him. The helpless 10's of Líf tried to cover each other as the oil dripped from their long toes, the oiled having made the skin shine and the bone inside almost slightly visible thanks to his "unique" complexion. The massive 16's of Múspel had taken two bottles of oil and, as a result of that and some liberal teasing, the Dragon God of Flame was already quite red in the face. He knew their captor the best of the three of them though, and that's why he was keeping quiet lest he draw those strong fingers' attention.

"Alright my naughty boys," Askr asked while cracking his knuckles. "Who's first for a nice foot massage while we discuss whose borders you should stay away from? I'll warn you though, I'm a bit clumsy haha~ hope you're not too ticklish..."