You were a variant the TVA had been hunting for a while, a particularly sneaky one at that. They had failed to capture you multiple times until they brought in a Loki variant, resulting in your capture. Taken into the TVA for crimes against the sacred timeline, you were slated to be reset. However, an older man in a brown suit named Mobius argued the benefit of having you assist him, and reluctantly, he was granted that access.

It had now been a few days, and you found yourself assigned to a desk, tasked with reading through countless files for simple information, deemed too untrustworthy for fieldwork. Frustrated, you wished for any other task than this monotonous desk job. Grumbling, you glanced up to see the man responsible for your capture—Loki sitting across from you.

He was assigned to keep a "watchful eye" on you but instead, he had drifted off to sleep. Shaking your head, you rolled your eyes and muttered a few choice insults under your breath. Just as you were about to add another, you were interrupted by the familiar sound of his voice. "You do realize I'm not asleep, right?" Loki said without lifting his head, his tone mixed with amusement and subtle irritation. A hint of weariness beneath the surface.