The Simpsons returned home, and in the morning, the detectives returned to them while they celebrated Jokey Loki's adoption with magically duplicated donuts.

"Hello again." Detective Loki re-greeted. "You know what we're here for, and there's no use in escaping again." He reached out and removed the Tesseract from his variant's possession with his telekinesis.

"Hold on, detectives, Loki's our responsibility." Mrs. Simpson told them. "We're going to make sure he gets disciplined for the pranks he played on you, but you can't take him back to Asgard, because we humans adopted him, and he's one of us now." She held out their Loki's adoption papers. "He's not under Asgardian jurisdiction anymore, is he?"

"One of us, one of us!" Homer chanted with his mouth full of raspberry filled donut.

Mobius raised an eyebrow. "Did they just pull a Lilo and Stitch on us?"

"No, I suppose he isn't." Detective Loki answered her. "But it matters not, for we've assigned him a different punishment that doesn't involve Asgard at all."

"And what would that be?" Loki Simpson flippantly asked.

"First, you're going to be assigned to a temporary job at a phone survey center. Since you seem to enjoy bothering people over the phone so much, we'll have to get that out of your system. And one more thing…" Detective Loki motioned for someone to come forward: a ravishing fire demoness. "This is Fiamma, princess of Muspelheim from the far future: she's looking for a Loki to mate with, so we're making you go on at least one date with her. If you don't like her, you don't have to see her again, but you must at least give her a fair chance."

"Ugh, fine." Loki Simpson scoffed.

"We'll see if this mama's boy Loki can handle me." Fiamma replied.

"And we'll need to confiscate a lot of those donuts." Grievance added.

"Go ahead, detectives, thanks to Loki magic we've got all the donuts we can eat! Never again will Homer Jay Simpson worry over missing out on his round, sprinkly goodness!" Homer cheered.

"Dad, you won't last much longer yourself if you keep this up." Lisa muttered.

"And soon, these abs will gone too!" Homer teased, giving his adopted Loki's abs a tickling and prompting a giggle out of Loki Simpson, while Detective Loki guarded his belly by instinct.

"Fat chance. If you were aware of how much chocolate and ice cream mine has consumed, I doubt anything could overwhelm a Loki's metabolism."

"Good luck with your new family." Detective Loki wished his variant.

"And you as well, with your human father figure." Loki Simpson replied, nodding to Mobius.

The case finally solved, and their culprit apprehended, the Time Detectives returned to the Null-Time Zone.

"Great work, team!" Mobius congratulated. "Let's just take a moment to appreciate the fact that our next call will be guaranteed to be a genuine case." Loki and Sylvie smiled in relief.

"And I was a big help in catching him, yes?" Grievance sought confirmation.

"Defintely, Grievance! We would have been hard pressed to find him if not for your tracking skills, and you were a huge help to us overall. You've got the makings of a remarkable detective." Loki looked thoughtful. "Say, how would you like me to give you a detective alias, like we have?"

Grievance took in his words. "Youuu want to give me a new name?"

"A codename. We can still call you Grievance, if you prefer it. If you don't mind me asking, how did you get your name? Did you give it to yourself, or had a host given it to you?"

"Neither. My… fffather gave me the name."

"Your father… you had a family."

"Just a father…"

"Oh, then… it holds sentimental value. If you don't want another name-"

"It holds no feeling but angerrr! My father was a total dickhead! By all means, I would love you to give me a new nammme!"

"Alright. Let's see… how about Mr. Brainiac? You do have quite the obsession with them."

"Isn't that a bit on the nose?"

"Yes, you are a rather simple creature, are you not?"

"Can you come up with something less genericcc though? All Symbiotes eat brains."

"Fine. How about Garrulus?"

"That's Latin for chatty."

"Yes, and it begins with the same letter as your current name. Do other Symbiotes prattle on as much as you do?"

"Uhhh… it depends on who you mean. Well, I like that it ends in 'us,' but how about some more options?"

"Maybe… Cupidus? It can mean either connoisseur, as you have your dream of creating new flavors of brain-flavored desserts, and it also can refer to eagerness, desire, ambition, or lecherousness, all of which you regularly exude. And the namesake of the Roman Cupid, because of your obvious unwillingness to part with me after the bond you practically forced on me and your puppy-like affection underneath your surly outside temperament."

"Mmmmm… you at least put a good dealll of thought into it."

"There's also Medicus, or Remedium, denoting your extraordinary talent for healing. And of course, there are plenty of other languages I can try if you aren't fond of Latin."

"Iii am fond of you. I will probably accept whatever language you choose, if you think the name suits me and it's you who gives me the name."

"I'll continue to brainstorm: I'm sure you'll appreciate that."

"Speaking of names, Lokes." Mobius walked over to him, showing him a legal document. "Since both your dads are long gone, and my- my son… I mean, you're already like another mischievous teenage son to me, and you did accidentally call me Dad at least once."

"I was under a lot of stress from a multiversal war, glitching through time, and Sylvie betraying me for a job at a McDonald's… with a broken ice cream machine, I might add!"

"Hey, this isn't about me." Sylvie protested. "But I heard you call him your father too."

"So Loki, would you like me to officially adopt you too?" Mobius asked.

Loki sighed. "Mobius, I know I can't replace the son you lost, and I'll always consider the Asgardians my family, at least Frigga and Thor." Loki beamed. "But yes, I would love for you to adopt me."

"Yeah, alright!"

"It's about time!" Sylvie clapped and kissed Loki. "Looks like I'll have a new father-in-law soon too!"

Loki put a hand to his chin. "Hm… since your first and last name are the same, would my name now be-"

"Loki Mobiusson, yep!" Mobius finished. "Bit of a mouthful, but it'll catch on!"

"Sounds perfect to me!"

"I thought you preferred Friggason." Sylvie interjected.

"To Odinson, yes. Hmmm… maybe I could alternate? Or hyphenate?"

"Just give it some time, Son." Mobius advised. "Everything in due time."

"Right." Loki grinned. "No matter what I call myself, criminals of the multiverse know they've met their match when Detective Loki is on the case!"