Tony is unbeatable-unbeatable and drunk, that is.
He takes another shot of god knows what and hops off of his bar stool, somehow managing to stay upright as he sidles over to where Thor is concentrating, his hand poised in the hair as he clutches two darts in his hand, tongue resting on the outside of his lip in some absent habit that Loki rolls his eyes at, standing beside him with his arms crossed in impatience.
Thor rocks his hand back and forth a few times, squinting at the dartboard across the room, and he throws the darts as hard as he can, missing the board by a few inches and cracking the walls in the process, and Tony whistles lazily before plucking a few more off the table-three, to be exact. He gives Loki a sideways glance before throwing them in the general direction of his target, and the two gods watch, astonished, as the darts land perfectly within the bull's-eye.
Thor shakes his head in disbelief. "It's magic. It has to be," he mumbles lowly, and Loki worries his lip in thought as Tony stumbles back over to the bar, loosely picking up a bottle of alcohol to pour it into his shot glass, throwing the drink into his mouth with something akin to years of practice, and nods drunkenly, grinning.
"Yeah, it's magic, alright."
Sorry that this is so short! I lack inspiration today. :/
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Prompt: Darts (by krikanalo)