You sank your teeth as hard as you could into the skin on the bridge of Louis' nose and waited. The giants around you were nearly in slow-motion so it might take a minute to see the reaction. You nibbled him a few more times, enjoying the salty flavour. You were way, way too small to ever draw blood or really hurt the innocent titan, so you really went to town.
Suddenly all light and sound around you seemed to stop as if both being blocked by something. You turned around to see a hand, a terrifyingly large, rugby-playing, dominant hand coming towards you...clearly Louis had felt some kind of an itch, some minor, insignificant irritation. He probably didn't even know he was about to scratch his nose. It was probably just instinct. He certainly hadn't said anything.
You looked closer at the hand in all of its magnificent detail. There were tiny, almost imperceptible callouses and bruises on it from years of playing rugby - it looked rough, manly, meaty. You imagined them caressing you at full size, or grabbing and squeezing you at a height of maybe 4 inches, and both possibilities excited you considerably. Every finger except the little one was around 150 metres long; there were smaller skyscrapers.
And they were coming right for you.
Even though you knew you were completely invincible it still stopped your heart to witness its slow, laborious approach. You wondered what would happen were it to make contact with you.
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