#seier bros my beloved

[tickle-bugs]

NO BUT IMAGINE: magne showing laurits like. a Facebook mom meme. with minions. when they're chilling on the couch together late at night and it's actually the worst thing laurits has ever seen but magne thinks it's like stupid funny

- ragnarok anon

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Spoilers for S1 & 2 of Ragnarök below!

They’d gotten into a habit since they’d moved to Edda. Magne rarely slept through the night and Laurits rarely slept, so eventually one of them would drift downstairs to sit by the TV--not to watch, but to listen. The creaks and groans of the house’s upper reaches were anything but comforting, most nights.

It was Laurits who’d drifted tonight, feeling the bags beneath his eyes without needing to see them. Reruns of Hotel Caesar were on, and it was better than the 4am silence. Magne found him soon after, cloaked in a blanket and shivering, but not from the cold. Seemed like one of those nights that neither of them were ready to talk about.

They sat on the couch, both doomscrolling for a lack of anything else to do. The pit of dread in Laurits’s stomach only grew larger at every glance at the clock. The uselessness that came with insomnia, the frustration of being kept from the rest he needed, him thinking about trying to go for a run, even in the rain. It’d be better than dealing with the static in his head, probably.

Magne snickering broke his train of thought.

“What’s so funny?” Laurits squinted down at Magne. His head was pillowed on Laurits’s lap, illuminated by his phone, and he could hardly speak for laughing. Every time he opened his mouth, more delirious giggles poured out, and he covered his face as if it would help. Eventually he composed himself enough to hold his phone up to Laurits.

A minion meme. A goddamn minion meme had Magne in stitches. Not even a good one, if such a thing existed.

“Are you serious?” Laurits’s lips quirked up against his will. Magne only laughed harder.

“This is literally--Magne, mom would post this. On Facebook. This is Facebook mom humor.” He scoffed, looking in disbelief from the phone to his brother.

“I just think it’s funny.” His bright eyes peeked through his fingers, catching the light of the TV, and Laurits huffed.

“Of course you would, you dork.” Laurits poked his stomach and Magne yelped, scrambling for a little bit to catch the offending hand.

Okay, he couldn’t, like, not do something about this.

Laurits scribbled his fingers over Magne’s stomach, reeling him in by the waist when he tried to flee--well, it looked more like he was melting off the couch, but Laurits wasn’t taking any chances.

“Laurits, noooooo,” Magne whined around his laughter, uncoordinated and still--still!--giggling from the dumb joke. Laurits pinched up his side, just slow enough to make a silent point about Magne failing to stop him.

“Alright, Giggles. You done?” Laurits let his hands rest on Magne’s stomach as the last bits of laughter left him. Maybe it was a little mean to still twitch his fingers afterwards, just to watch Magne jump, but he didn’t care, honestly.

“Enough with the minions. We need to get you some taste.” Laurits patted Magne’s face a few times before settling back into the cushions. Well, he would’ve, if ten fingers hadn’t started wriggling into his waist.

“Magne, you fuck--don’t--nohoho!” Laurits tried to worm away, but Magne’s stupid meaty hands followed him everywhere he went.

“You’re gonna wake Mom,” Laurits hissed, but he slammed his head back into the couch when Magne found a terrible seam of muscle that had him full-body flailing.

“Me? I’m not doing anything.” Magne beamed, latching a hand onto Laurits’s thigh. A small arc of lightning jumped off of his fingers and through Laurits and he shrieked, helpless giggles pouring from deep within his chest. Magne hit him with another shock, this time to the ribs, and Laurits curled like a pillbug, muffling himself in his sleeve.

He was still unused to godhood and its perks, to the way that Magne could literally use him like a fucking lightning rod and have him in stitches. His nervous system was popping and sparking like disco lights, and he can’t come up with anything beyond how bad it fucking tickles, jesus.

“Alright, Giggles. You done?” Magne mocked, flopping right back down onto Laurits’s lap. Laurits hugged his torso as a few tired giggles slipped from him. The glittering within him died down slowly, and his toes curled around the phantom tickles. Ghostly arcs of electricity had him twitching faintly, still snickering, and Magne grinned at him all the while. Fuckin’ nerd.

“I’m gonna kill you.” Laurits smacked Magne’s phone. He glowed with smug pride when Magne fumbled it a few times.

“Mhm. Look at this one.” Magne shoved another meme into Laurits’s face. Laurits shoved his hands under Magne’s arms.

Sleepless nights passed easier like this, with the world locked outside and the imminent threat of the sun on the horizon. At least, like this, they could pretend like destiny wasn’t knocking on their door.