The rumours spread around Asgard like wildfire.
Loki is alive.
The second Prince is not dead.
Heimdall stood in the Observatory, his face as inscrutable as ever as he observed the adventures of the boy called Harry Potter on Midgard.
Many Aesir swore to kill the once-Prince for his treachery and greed and jealousy.
Other, more bloodthirsty warriors, composed great sagas in his name and venerated him for the destruction of many of Asgard's foes in a single day; more than even the mighty Thor.
And Odin All Father sat on his throne in his empty halls remembering the days when two young princes laughed and played.
And Frigga All Mother sat by the Well of Urdr with the Norns, drinking mead, and watching over her youngest, and precious, son.