The worst decision you ever made in your life--by far--was showing Loki what laser tag was.

You toss him his vest and laser gun, much to the surprise on your darling's face. He looks at you with disdain. "This armor will protect nothing."

You laugh as you slip your vest over your head, clicking on your gun. "It's not to protect you, my love. It's to track how many times you're shot."

Loki rolls his eyes but pulls the vest over his usual dark Earth-clothing. "What's the point of a weapon if you can't maim or severely injure someone?"

You give him a glare as you both step into the dark arena. "Bad, Loki. Bad." You speak as if scolding a puppy.

Loki grins mischievously and blends into the darkness. "Fine, darling. Let's play the game."

Minutes later, you've both taken multiple shots at each other. You're both trying not to laugh and give away your position in the complex course. You can't help but smile at how excited he's gotten, clearly enjoying himself.

You haven't seen him for a few minutes, and concern starts to settle in. Not real concern, concern for the game. You grip your weapon tightly as you hear a familiar voice whisper in your ear.

"Hello, darling."

You whirl around, seeing nothing. Suddenly, Loki appears out of nothing, his weapon lowered. You raise yours to shoot, but he closes in and places his lips on yours. Any will to shoot him instantly melts away. He backs you up against the side of the course, kissing you harder.

When he pulls back, you're so consumed by bliss that you don't hear the noise of the gun firing. You vest glows red, signalling you've been shot.

"Tag," he mutters with a wide grin. "You're it!"

You look down at your vest and scream, "Loki!"

His laughter fades as he does, and you run off after him, determined to return the shot.