The next few hours seemed to be a blur for Maryn. Loki was taken to the large flying machine Fury had managed to navigate to the city despite its damage; arriving as Loki was dragged out onto the balcony of Stark's tower by Thor. The Avengers flocked around; Banner still in Hulk form, making sure Loki was safely taken away and locked up.

Maryn used a strong spell to ensure he wouldn't be able to escape the small metal room he was enclosed in, four guards placed outside as others working for S.H.I.E.L.D. provided relief for the people of New York, Fenrir also sitting with the soldiers. Thor encouraged her to come with the Avengers to find some food, but after a while of sitting silently with the others as they ate their food and contemplated what had just happened, she was about to scream.

Her body and mind wouldn't let her sit quietly, no matter how exhausted she was. Begging some meat and five other meals from the vendor who owned the partially destroyed restaurant where they were eating, she said goodbye to the others and transported herself to the carrier.

Walking silently through the hallways until she stood outside Loki's new prison, she spoke quietly to the leader of the guards.

"I'm sorry miss, but you have to have Fury's authorization to enter," he spoke firmly, his gun gripped tightly in his hand.

Maryn lifted her chin, "I need to speak with my husband, sir." She shifted the packages of food to a more comfortable position on her hip, turning to lay the meat she had brought for Fenrir on the ground before the giant wolf.

"You can't, not without Fury's say so," the soldier insisted.

Close to losing her calm she was desperately trying to hold onto, Maryn opened her mouth to speak, only to have someone else do it for her.

"I give my authorization, Private. Maryn is able to see the prisoner," Fury spoke from where he stood near the end of the hallway a few feet away.

Fury nodded at Maryn's grateful smile before turning and walking away, his men stepping away from the door allowing her entry. She handed out four of the five meals she had brought with her to murmured thanks, before walking purposefully through the opened door and into the metal room holding her husband.

Loki was sitting on the floor of the bare room opposite the door. His knees bent and his arms propped on them, his hands hanging limply between them. His head was bowed, and Maryn sensed his exhaustion more palpably than she had with the Avengers. When the door clanged shut behind her, he lifted his head and looked up at her through the strands of his inky-black hair.

"To what do I owe this pleasure?" he asked carelessly.

Crossing the room and cropping to sit on the floor before him, Maryn tucked a lock of hair behind her ear, "I thought you must be hungry." She placed the paper bag of food in front of him and waited silently.

Loki glanced at the sack and then lifted his eyes to her again, "Food is not what I'm hungry for, love," he smirked.

Rolling her eyes, she ignored the breathless spike of lust that went through her as he projected a salacious image into her mind of them entwined. "Food is all that I am offering, Loki," she nudged the bag closer to him knowing he was using words to mask what he was really feeling. "how long has it been since you have eaten?" she held his gaze while he glanced from studying the food, to her, and back again.

He turned away after a few moments, "Does my brother know you are here?"

Relaxing back onto one hand Maryn studied her nails, "Your brother is not my keeper. He does not need to know where I am."

"So, you have escaped to visit me. What would he have to say about that, I wonder?" she could hear the smirk in his voice.

Her eyes flashed as she snapped her gaze to him and glared, "If you don't want to eat we could always talk, Loki."

He waved his hand, motioning for her to ask anything.

Head tilted to the side, Maryn considered him and chose her question carefully, "When the mercenaries took me before the battle, they said that Thanos had a use for me. What is that purpose and how could he know that I would fulfill it?"

"Your purpose was to make sure I succeeded-," Maryn cut him off.

"Don't lie!" she snapped standing, "You have lied to me too many times already."

He glared and started again "One purpose was to make sure I would be true in my quest for a crown...another was to find out how powerful you truly are."

"So, I am to be used for my magic." Maryn turned away thinking over his words. "Why is it that I am worth nothing more than my power?" She heard Loki move behind her and turned to see he was glaring.

This wasn't annoyance or anger, it was rage. He took a step toward her and she backed away, the seething look he was giving her making her heart pound. She tried to side-step his hand as he went to grab her arm, but he was too fast. His fingers closed around her forearm and he pulled her to him, looming over her, his chest heaving and his eyes darkening with his ire. "You are worth far more than your magic," he shook her as though trying to make her understand. "That is what Thanos is counting on. I kept my knowledge of what you could do away from him as much as I could," something dark flickered through his gaze, "But now I see it was a futile attempt. He knows more about you than I do if your display of power in the battle is anything to go by." His gaze softened and he let go of her arm to cup her cheeks, "And yet again you have chosen to sacrifice yourself for others." As she tensed he held her tighter, careful not to hurt, but solidly enough that she couldn't move away. "Did you think I wouldn't sense the tie you made between yourself and my brother's new friends?"

Wrenching out of his grasp, Maryn put some distance between them, "Remember that I said Thor was not my keeper. You are not my keeper either, Loki." She lifted her chin, "I have chosen my path. I will protect as many as I can in whatever way I wish..." she held his gaze, "What path do you choose now that your invasion has failed?"

He stiffened, his face becoming cold as he watched her, "What choice do I have, girl? I will be taken back to Asgard in chains, whether I wish it or not."

"And whose fault is that?" Maryn tilted her head to the side, wondering how much of his anger was at himself and how much was for those who had stopped him.

Running a hand through his hair, Loki's shoulders slumped in defeat, "Why are you here Maryn? you said that you would not wait for me if I chose to let the invasion happen."

Taking a breath, Maryn was honest with herself and with him, "...I..." she closed her eyes, "I love you too much to let go, Loki. Even if it destroys me in the end."