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A Small Sacrifice

A Stormlight Archives fanfiction

From the prompt list; #20, “I’ll never forgive you for this, bastard.”

Summary: Kaladin gets dragged into an experiment in Shadesmar to summon a particular type of spren for Shallan to sketch.

WARNING ⚠️⚠️ as always, this is a tickle fic, don’t like don’t read. Also, this is WAY more tease heavy than most other things I’ve written. Thank you 💙

Had an idea for this prompt, so I’m assigning it to myself.

“I’ll never forgive you for this, you bastard!” Kaladin growled. He was pinned on the ground, with his hands over his head, underneath none other than Adolin Kholin, who seemed far too happy about this.

“Hey! You agreed to come help Shallan find spren.”

“No,” Kaladin said, frantically pulling at his wrists. “I said I would come and make sure you got back alive!”

They had taken a quick day trip to Shadesmar, Shallan had decided she wanted to sketch a few of the spren as they appeared in the cognitive realm. The black sky, white sun, obsidian ground and sea of black beads were growing familiar to the group, though the sight still felt alien.

Sylphrena sat cross legged, in her full sized form, a few feet away from the scene, giggling in amusement at his struggling. Pattern stood nearby as well, watching with curiosity, his kaleidoscope features twisting in a mind-bending sequence.

Shallan looked over her shoulder, grinning sweetly. “Kaladin, we have never seen Laughterspren here. I want to know what they look like!” She opened her sketchbook to a blank page, readying her charcoal.

“But why does it have to be me?!” Kaladin snapped, now trying to use his legs as leverage to remove the high prince. Said high prince, much to Kaladins dismay, sat on his waist.

Adolin laughed. “Because Shallan needs to draw it, and I’m not ticklish.”

Pattern hummed at the lie, Shallan snickering.

“It’s okay, Kaladin!” Syl said, leaning forward to look him in the eye. “Calm down, you don’t want to attract any Angerspren. You know how dangerous they are.”

“And we’re so confident these aren’t?” Kaladin said, though he stopped thrashing. Breathing deeply, he willed the negative emotion down, briefly catching a stirring in the sea of beads move away.

He looked up, glaring at the blonde. “Why can’t we just summon them the normal way?! Tell a few jokes and see if they appear?”

Adolin shook his head. “No-can-do bridgeboy. Laughterspren usually appear when there’s multiple people laughing continuously. Or, one person laughing a lot.” Shifting, Adolin quickly placed both of Kaladins wrists in one hand, pulling them to the side to pin next to his head. Kaladin willed down a nervous smile, but couldn’t keep the blush from rising in his cheeks.

“Hmmmm…” Pattern buzzed, walking up behind Syl. “Do you think this will work? Kaladin does not seem to be the laughing type.”

Syl giggled, looking up at him. “Oh, it will work.”

Kaladin shot a glare at her, earning back a wink. He could feel his ears burning.

Adolin started to unbutton Kaladins Bridge Four coat with his free hand, making him jump. Kaladin started to squirm again. “Hey-hey! No! The coat stays on!”

Adolin chuckled. “Why? So it’s harder to tickle you?”

Kaladin clenched his jaw, pointedly looking away, facing (with his head, anyway) the rolling sea of beads.

“Adolin, remember what Syl told you?”

Kaladin whipped his head around to look at Shallan with wide eyes, then shifting to Syl. She seemed unbothered by her betrayal.

“What did you tell them, Syl?” Kaladin said, voice shaking. She grinned.

“Just a few important details.”

Kaladin felt his heart drop, butterflies in his stomach stirring up a storm. He met Adolins eyes, seeing the mischievous glint within.

He was so dead.

“Look, Adolin, I won’t fight you, okay? Do whatever you want, just don’t listen to what she said. I’ll let you do anything else, just not that!”

“Oh-ho, what’s this?” Adolin said, grinning. “Bridgeboy begging already? I haven’t even started yet.”

“Shut up!” Kaladin squeezed his eyes shut, but that wasn’t going to help.

“Look, Kaladin,” Adolin started, mocking the bargaining Kaladin had just tried. “I’m going to say whatever I need to say to make sure you get us the reactions, and spren, we’re looking for. Remember, I have a little brother that I tortured for years, I know exactly how to make this unbearable for you.”

Kaladin tried to kick, tried to twist out of the high princes grasp, anything to get away. Anything to distract from the words that send ticklish anticipatory tingles up his spine.

“Just sit back, relax, and save your breath.” Adolin said, lightly tapping the fingertips of his free hand against Kaladins side. “I’m going to tickle you, and you’re going to laugh for me. Simple as that. You don’t have to do a thing, just give in.”

Kaladin tensed, sucking in his stomach and leaning away from the tapping fingers. A smile pulled it’s way across his face. He held his breath. He won’t laugh, he will not give in.

Adolin switched from tapping to dragging the tips of his fingers slowly up and down Kaladins side, gliding along his shirt with ease. His breath hitched, giggles forming in his throat but not yet ready to release. Kaladin couldn’t fight it, his smile grew into a nervous grin.

Adolin waited until Kaladins muscles were weakened by the sensations before bringing the pinned hands down to wedge them under his knee, freeing up both his hands to torment his friend.

“No! No please don’t!” Kaladin shook his head, hair flipping wildly. He weakly pulled at his wrists, finding he couldn’t pry them out.

“No? What do you mean no? I’m not even doing anything yet.” Adolin dragged his nails, ever so slowly and gently, up and down both of Kaladins sides, not letting up but making sure it wasn’t enough to truly tickle. At least not yet.

“I’m just riling you up a little so when the time comes, you can’t shut me out.” Adolin brought his hands up, focusing on scratching around his lower ribs, circling his nails around and around and-

A high pitched whine broke the tense silence.

Adolin paused, looking down incredulously at the bridge boy. Kaladin was refusing to meet his eyes. Adolin cackled.

“Stormfather! Are you serious?!” He laughed hard, watching as Kaladin grew redder by the second. “Oh man, that’s just great! Do it again!”

“Wait, wha-“

Another squeal was ripped from Kaladin as Adolin focused on that same spot, scratching with more intention. Kaladin threw his head back, but didn’t laugh, breathing in jagged and choppy gasps.

“Come on, Kaladin. You know you can’t hold back much longer!” Kaladin shook his head wildly, trying desperately to not give them what they want.

Adolin, determined, dug in a little harder, spidering around the spot that betrayed the bridge man. He watched Kaladin intently for any signs that he might break.

“Don’t make me do it, Kal. I can make this so much worse for you.”

Kaladin could hear Syl cheering Adolin on, Pattern humming in concern.

“Hmmm, is that red coloration good? He doesn’t seem to be enjoying himself.” Pattern said, obviously not familiar with this human method of play. Syl giggled.

“Trust me, he might fight it now, but watch what happens when he lets go.”

Kaladin tried to glare at her, but found it hard while enduring his torture.

“Better start laughing, I’m going to say it.”

“Say what?” Pattern asked, looking toward Syl expectantly.

“Just the word alone is enough to really get him flustered.”

“What word?”

Adolin leaned in, making sure Kaladin can’t shut him out, getting ready to target the spot Syl and Bridge Four had told him about when explaining this plan.

“The word he himself can’t say.” Adolin said, trying to make Kaladin look at him.

He shifted so he knelt above Kaladin, keeping his hands pinned but freeing up his waist. Adolin placed his hands over Kaladins hip bones.

“Tickle, tickle, tickle, Kaladin~”

He dug his thumbs roughly into the divot of Kaladins hips, gently scratching with this free fingers.

Kaladin screamed.

“NO! Storm off!!” He cackled, weakly squirming.

“Awwww! There it is!” Adolin cooed, switching to only scribbling and scratching around his hips. Kaladins loud laugh boiled down to a simmer.

“Such an adorable giggle! It’s hard to believe you’re a war-hardened captain when you’re like this, Kal. To think you bark orders with this same voice!”

Kaladin looked over at the two spren watching the show, Pattern having sat next to Syl on the ground. Syl was clapping happily. If spren were ticklish, she would be so dead when he got out of this. Traitor.

Shallan had her eyes on the sky, watching intently for the arrival of the Laughterspren. Her charcoal was ready to sketch.

Adolin moved up, digging his thumbs roughly into Kaladins lower ribs, testing to see if the same technique worked on that spot.

Kaladin guffawed before falling into deep belly laughter, throwing his head back and squeezing his eyes shut. He felt a strange euphoria wash over him as his system was flooded with endorphins and adrenaline.

Just as Syl had predicted, he relaxed.

Kaladin ceased struggling, only involuntary twitches and squirming remaining.

“Wow, okay.” Adolin said, a little taken aback. “I know Rock said you liked this but I didn’t know you liked it this much.”

“So….. he is enjoying himself?” Pattern asked, sounding amused. Syl nodded.

Adolin leaned in again, getting as close to Kaladins ear as he could without getting headbutted.

“Tickle tickle tickle! Aw, look at you. You’re so happy!”

Adolin didn’t miss how Kaladins laughter went up an octave at the words. He started darting to different spots, trying to keep Kaladin guessing, but staying gentle with his touch.

“I guess we should have guessed you like this, you haven’t told me to stop.” Risking it, Adolin released Kaladins wrists from under his knee. Kaladins hands shot to wrap around the high princes wrists, but was too giggly to pull them away.

“Not seeing anything yet.” Shallan reported. Adolin nodded, understanding.

“Have to kick it up a notch then! What do you say Kaladin?”

Kaladin shook his head furiously, but didn’t try to pull the blondes hands away. “No! No no no! Please don’t!”

Adolin shot his hands up under Kaladins arms, too fast to be stopped. He didn’t move, letting the implication sink in. “Aw, why not? I thought we were having fun!”

Anticipatory giggles fell freely from Kaladin as he tried to clamp his arms down enough to keep Adolin from moving. “I can’t! I can’t! It’s so bad!”

“What’s so bad? I’m sorry, I don’t know what you’re talking about.”

“You know I can’t say it!”

“Say what?”

Kaladin dissolved into incoherent tittering, trying desperately to dislodge Adolins hands with his squirming. Adolin tutted.

“How about we play a little game, huh?” He asked, grinning widely when Kaladin just continued his quiet hysterics.

“We need a really big laugh out of you if we want to see these spren, so I’m really going to make this hard for you for the next few minutes” Adolin explained, speaking as plainly as if he were giving directions.

“I’m going to give you a count down-“ “No!” Kaladin cried, heels scraping against the ground to try and push himself away.

“Don’t interrupt me! That’s very rude.” Adolin flipped his hair out of his face.

“Anyway, like I was saying, I’ll give you a count down. After I hit ‘three’ I’ll tickle you with all I’ve got. However, if you can raise your hands above your head and let my hands out, I’ll stop, and we’ll all go home. Deal?”

Kaladin shook his head, but, strangely, didn’t verbally refuse. Adolin grinned.

“Keep your eyes peeled.” He said to Shallan, who nodded. Syl and Pattern leaned in.

“One…”

Kaladin braced, sucking in his stomach and squeezing his arms in.

“Two…”

He tittered, unable to stop. His cheeks hurt from smiling so wide for so long.

“Three!”

Kaladin wheezed as if he took a punch to the gut, gasping before laughing loudly. He writhed, wrapping his arms as tightly around himself as he could, pleas dissolving into incoherent babbling. Adolin winced at the volume of his shrieking laughter, feeling Kaladin shaking with the force of it under his hands.

“Damnation. You better pray no one you face in battle finds out about this, you’d be very easy to interrogate.”

Kaladin moved a hand to try and give Adolin a rude gesture, but quickly slammed it back down.

“You know what you have to do! Let my hands out!”

Kaladin gasped, managing a hoarse sounding “No.”

“Let them out! Then I’ll stop!”

Kaladin shook his head, but focused. He couldn’t shut out the feeling but he willed his body to obey, focusing all his strength into raising his arms a few inches, plenty for the high prince to escape.

“All the way up! Come on Kaladin, I can’t get out.”

Kaladin screamed, half in frustration, half in giggly despair. “Why?!”

Adolin noticed the fatigue in the croaked cry.

“Fine! Fine.”

Finally, he pulled his hands out and moved to sit beside Kaladin. He laughed as he watched him roll onto his side and curl up into a ball, still giggling.

“Any luck?” Adolin asked, pointing to the sketchbook that Shallan was holding. Shallan shook her head.

“None, not even a glimmer. Maybe next time then?”

Adolin nodded.

Kaladin, recovering slowly, sat up and glared at the group. He raised a finger to point at Adolin, who poked him in the side in response.

“You…” Kaladin started, trying to find a proper threat to serve them.

“You’re welcome.” Adolin said, grinning. “I don’t think I’ve ever seen you so relaxed. Maybe we should do this more often!”

Kaladin flushed, bringing his knees up to his chest and crossing his arms around them. The group laughed.

Somewhere deep inside, he found himself hoping they would do this again.

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