Disclaimer: I own absolutely none of this. I wrote this one night awhile back for one of my best friends because she was having a bad night, and I decided to finally upload it here.
Cool blue met electric green in a war of wills. Well, of sorts. See, it was more like a long fueled staring match between the self-professed genius, billionaire, playboy, philanthropist and the Norse god of Mischief. Neither one were willing to back down either, which made a great betting pool for Clint to start. (Currently, Steve and Natasha were both out of the running. Bruce, Phil, Clint, Thor, Fury, and a bunch of junior agents were still in the running, and Agent Hill had merely rolled her eyes and muttered about immature asses who were supposed to be the defenders of Earth acting like fools or something like that.)
"Give it up Loki," Tony said. "You aren't going to win this round. Not over my dead body, at least, and let's face it, you love my body too damn much to harm it. But hey, who can blame you? I have a damn fine body if I do say so myself."
"Do not tempt me, mortal," Loki sneered. "I am a god. I can destroy you with just a flick of the wrist."
Tony scoffed. "You may be a god, but I think we've already discovered that you're a, what was it again? Oh, that's right. 'Puny god.'"
Loki's eyes narrowed to a dangerous level, and honestly, all Tony could think about was how the hell could the man see when his eyes are practically closed? Before he could even think about making a snarky comment though he found himself magically pinned against the wall, struggling to have his feet touch the ground.
The trickster smirked triumphantly and swiped the sugary treat that they were fighting over (the last raspberry filled donut) and took a huge bite out of it before strolling down the hallway.
"Damn it, Loki!" Tony yelled at the retreating god's back. "Get me down from here!"
Across the building, Thor's voice could be heard clearly.
"I am victorious," Thor boomed proudly.
Clint looked up at the thunder god and rolled his eyes. "Yeah, yeah," he muttered. "Don't worry, we'll make sure you have all the stuffed animals you could ever want."