Escaping with Loki and Starlord

The cell

 I woke up in a room filled with bickering. One voice--well actually two voices, they were both men. One sounded young and the other sounded older. My vision was quite blurry at first, the color I saw at first was gray and it was a unusual shade of gray that was very typical coming from Earth. Next I saw what might have been orange or red hovering across from a floating darkness.I blink a few times feeling my back pressing on a hard-rough wall surface.Obviously I was sitting on the floor with my back to the wall. Then two figures came into focus; one had really red hair and the other had jet black hair. 

"I request you call me by my well known name, not as Peter Quill." Peter argues. Peter has the red hair.  "It is StarLord."

"Your name is so 'boring' you want to be considered as 'Starlord'.How about changing your name to the man of fire? My name is Loki Laufeyson and I am not hiding my name." Loki rants. Loki is the one with black hair that is curled back. "If you think your name is boring; just look at Issac Newton."

"Starlord is an outlaw name." Peter said. "And you're just...a really pale big-headed 'god' as you claim to be. Issac Newton is not alive; he died ages ago." Loki made a 'that is my point' comment."Mr I have a better chance at flying like a raven!"

"You're forgetting I can become a raven." Loki said.

"Um, exuse me." I said, getting up and the men's attention turned towards me."But do you have a any idea how ..er, um, we got here?"

Loki and Peter share a clear 'you don't know?' kind of look.

"I thought you would have known." Loki said, taking a step away from Peter. "And your guess is as best as mine."

Peter glares at Loki's direction.

"You're the man who made the war in New York." Peter said. "You of all people could have a good idea."

"To your world; I am dead." Loki said, getting a puzzled look from Peter and I. "And I was busy..." Loki  is pretty reluctant to tell what he does. "What I do is not the business of Midgardians."

I look up towards the ceiling seeing these pipe shaped parts resembling bars that had light pouring right through into this very room. I also noticed there were some items that cells normally would have on, or, in cells. Complete with three beds instead of two stacked on top in a bunkbed manner. I look down from the sight.

"Well..." I said. "Would you happen to know the last you were doing?"

"Secret." Loki said, chidely.

"I was stealing a prized golden candy cane from a temple." Peter said.  "To give it back, of course." Peter folds his arms  now sharing a curious look towards me. "And you?"

Oh yeah, he's meaning me. 

"I was getting out of prison for the first time in fifteen years.The last I remember was getting into the bus." I explained. "I stole some jewelry from an old lady's house on the same night her son killed her. Can't blame the jury for believing the crazy ass story the cops made up. I wasn't part of that 'conspiracy'."

"So, you were --" Loki started to say but I interrupted.

"Yes." I said, with a nod. "I was convicted for the wrong crime."

"No, I was going to say you were framed." Loki said.

"...Like I said; I stole some jewellery." I said. "I was only buying--wait,that's not what I meant to say!" I rub the sides of my cheeks pacing back and forth. Some details of that night  fifteen years ago have become dull in my memory. "I was only getting it for a party my sister was going to. My sister likes to wear fancy jewellery when attending important events."