A Buggs' Life

He'd been into the cell multiple times now. Once in a while, he would take off one of the binds and hide it away in his heart. He usually entered and exited with the same old boring paperwork in hand. This time, he'd decided to take a Rubik's Cube from one of his "coworker's" desks and give it his own... Loki twist.

He turned to the cell he had been visiting routinely, his heels clicking on the stone tiles. The lavender being looked up from the floor they had been tapping on curiously, incredibly excited to see their best (and potentially only) friend.

"Hey, Loki!" They smiled wider. "How're you doing?"

The god sighed, setting the pile of papers he had barely been reading down. "I'm exhausted, Bugg."

"... Wanna talk about it?"

"Not particularly," he sighed yet again, "That is, again, meant to be your job."

At the all-too-disappointing statement, Bugg whipped out the poodle moth eyes, and the trickster just couldn't say no. But he still had a job he was required to do. If he didn't do it, how would he get to the Timekeepers? "What if," he started, "I ask the routine questions, and we both answer them?"

"Sure, I'd be down for that." They smiled.

"Alright," he sighed with a slight and incredibly tired smile, "What're your parents' names, races, and places of origin?"

"I don't know. I think my dad is an alien and my mother is human. Someone told me she was from... Texas? I think that's right?"

"Alright," he nodded, "Do you want adoptive or biological?"
"Uhh... " they said, "Both? Starting with biological?"

He nodded, "Well, my father was a Jotun, his name was Laufey-"

"Oh! So that's where the last name Laufeyson comes from, right?"

He nodded again. "And Odin adopted me when I was a very young child. So... My mother and father--for anything that counts--are Odin and Frigga."

"Fascinating," they said, giggling slightly. "Please, tell me more oh powerful one~."

The god sighed a fourth time. "I'm the youngest of my adoptive family. There's my eldest sister Hela. If you think I'm evil, you should see her."

The periwinkle humanoid nodded, urging him to continue. Why was he continuing again? "Well, then there's Thor. He's... A lot. He's just big... and pretty strong... and he has a big hammer. Nothing else is going for him. I'm still the attractive brother."

"Hm... Interesting," Bugg said with mock inquisitivity, "And how does that make you feel~?"

"Hey!" he chuckled, pushing Bugg playfully, "Is that any way to speak to the prince of Asgard?"

"My apologies, your majesty~."

They sat in silence, letting the quiet laughter die out before Bugg spoke again, "So... A prince, eh? What's that kinda life like?"

"Boring, if I'm being honest," he sighed for the thousandth time. "Nobody actually listens to what you say. If you want to cause even just a small bit of chaos, you're in a situation where no one lets you... "

"Oof."

"I know, right? Then you try to take over Midgard because, let's be honest, no one knows how to rule the thing, and the bloody Avengers just have to stop you."

"... Midgard?" They asked, curiously cocking their head. "What's that? What's it like?"

"Oh it's a total mess," he said, exasperated. "Too many people, either too hot or too cold, no unity, too much calamity."