The agent guarding Loki's cell looked up from the ground he had been studying to avoid looking at said Norse-god to see Maglor standing in front of him, leering down jokingly. The man jumped and Maglor leaned back, laughing. "Wh-what do you want?"

"Can I talk to Loki?" The guard looked from Maglor to the room and back at Maglor. "I-I guess. But we'll be watching you."

"No shit, Sherlock." Maglor muttered and then cleared his throat. "I'm aware of that. However, I would prefer it you didn't listen. This is…a rather private matter I need to talk to him about."

Under Maglor's hard stare, the guard shivered unconsciously and moved to turn off the recorders in the cell. "Thank you." Maglor bowed ever so slightly and pushed the door open, holding it open for a second or two longer then necessary.

Loki looked up when Maglor entered the cell, opening his mouth to make some smart-alecky comment, but it just hung open when he saw Maedhros standing to the right and a little behind Maglor. Seeming to realize what he was doing, he snapped it shut again and leaned back, eyeing the cameras as if he wished they would just go away so he could greet Maedhros without arising suspicion. "Is there any reason there's a dead elf following you around Läurë?"

"I love you too Ruv." Loki - throwing matureness into the wind for a split second - stuck his tongue out at Maedhros. Maglor smirked, but didn't laugh.

"Oh screw you." Maedhros said, taking two long strides toward Loki and embracing him. Loki tensed, suppressing the urge to hug him back. "So, who else is 'alive'? So to speak."

"Fëanor and Fingon."

"That's where Fingon went!" Maedhros declared and Maglor and Loki rolled their eyes in sync. "Oh, grow young." Maedhros said and that did it; for both of them; and the two burst out laughing and the harder they tried to stop, the harder they laughed.

"You two are freaking the guards out." Maedhros commented off-handedly. "I think one of them just paged Fury."

Loki and Maglor stopped laughing instantly just as Fury could be heard storming down the hall. "He needs to take a chill pill." Maedhros muttered and Loki snorted as Fury entered the cell.

"What are you two plotting?!"

"See, they don't trust me." Maglor said, addressing Loki, but talking to the empty air that was Maedhros; who was reaching over to poke Fury's eye patch - taking full advantage of his "invisibleness."

Loki glanced at him nervously as Maedhros' finger hovered over the patch for a moment, and then roughly went down in a poke. Fury's hand went up to cup his eye and he glared at Loki, who held up his hands in a show of innocence. "If I were to poke you mortal, it wouldn't be there." Maglor snorted at what Loki had just implied and the Asgardian glared at him. "I didn't mean it that way Cäna." He said, then muttered "Pervert" and continued with; "I just don't have a death wish and if I did, it would be removing that thing."

"Okay, how do you know each other so well that he's-" Fury jabbed a finger at Loki "allowed to call you Cäna? And this better be good."

"Uhhhhhhhhhhhhhh…" Maglor drew out his hesitation to annoy Fury, then cheerfully stated; "How about this one? He saved me life."

Loki snorted. "You sound like a dim-witted goblin."

"I know." Maglor shot back, "Sometimes, I try to sound like I lack the ability to make any sort of judgment, let alone sound."

"As opposed to the rest of the time, when you do it without trying."

"Exactly!" Maglor said cheerfully and plopped down next to Loki.

Fury rolled his eyes. "Why do I sense you're becoming another Stark, Mäkaläurë?"

"Because I'm not. He's another me and I'm another Fëanor." Maglor said at the same time that Maedhros said: "How come he'sallowed to call you Mäkaläurë, but you smack me when I do?"

Maglor answered his older brother's question without thinking. "Because you, Cara, and Káno thought it would be funny to twist it into something inappropriate, remember?" Maedhros' eyes narrowed and then he smirked. "Oh, yeah. That was good." Maglor snorted. "I couldn't hear anyone say my name without cringing for at least another fifty years."

Fury was watching Maglor with a raised eyebrow and Maglor realized his mistake too late.

"Who were you talking to Mäkaläurë?" Maglor cringed, the memory brought up anew.

"You can't see him, you can't see him, you can't see him, you can't see him." Loki chanted, throwing caution into the wind, until Maedhros playfully smacked him on the back of his head, and he was pushed forward. He righted himself in a second and glared at Fury. Maglor's eyes shifted between Loki and Fury nervously.

"I was talking to Maedhros, who is my older brother. If you don't believe me, you can ask Thor. Apparently he can see Rus as well. He came in when he heard me calling Odin an asshole and got offended."

"You called Odin an asshole?" Now Fury sounded mildly amused.

"He is!" Maglor protested, and Loki snorted. "You can say that again."

"Whatever." Fury muttered. "Just go Mäkaläurë." Maglor cringed again. "Don't call me that. Rus reminded me of a connection he, Cara, and Káno made with that name and I'd rather not think about it right now."

Fury raised an eyebrow, but said nothing other then "Whatever".

Maglor grabbed Maedhros - who waved at Loki cheerfully, apparently pleased with himself - by the tunic collar and dragged him out of the cell, regardless of how crazy it made him look.

"You're hilarious, Rus." Maglor muttered as he pulled him out of the room. "Absolutely hilarious."

Only Loki heard Maedhros' reply.