Sylvie, Mobius, and Røskva returned to the dwarves' spaceship, and Sylvie promptly dropped Loki's head on the floor in front of them.

"I hope you don't mind I did the honors myself. I've been in a particularly foul mood today." Sylvie told them.

The dwarves inspected the detached head, satisfied with what they beheld. "Good, very good. Oh, the things we could do with this!" He had his brother bring the humans from where they were hidden. "The bragging rights on this alone shall be worth the trade, methinks! Go on, the humans are all yours."

Røskva hugged her parents as they were finally released. "Mom, Dad, you're free! You can come home!"

"Røskva, you're alright! I'm so glad!" Her mother sobbed.

"Our little girl, you've grown up so much!" Her dad cried with them. He and his wife looked back at the dwarves, who carried Loki's head off with them. "Did he… did Loki really sacrifice himself to save us?"

Røskva didn't answer, but she beckoned them to follow her, the other detectives, and Toothgnasher through a Time Door back to Denmark, where an old friend awaited them.

"So, I take it things went well?" Loki deduced as the Madsens stared in shock at him standing there, alive and well.

"That's Loki, isn't it?" Mrs. Madsen gasped. "Did he fake his own death?"

"In a way, I suppose I did. I just happened to know someone who could craft an extremely realistic bust of my devilishly handsome face is all. The dwarves got my head, I got to keep my crime-solving brain, and everyone involved got their happily ever after!"

"Either way, you rescued us and reunited us with our daughter, so thank you, Loki!" Mr. Madsen thanked.

"Yeah, it looks like your devotion to your hero paid off, Røskva!" Her mother stated. "I don't know how we can repay you, Loki. We don't have the money."

"If you want to stay in Denmark and rule over the country, you've got our support!"

Loki smiled. "I'm just happy to see my most loyal fan reunited with her real family. And I'm done chasing thrones and power: what I want now is to chase down mysteries, to solve them and uncover the truths that lie hidden." Loki put his arms around Sylvie. "And soon, to be able to enjoy the love of a full family of my very own." He put his other arm around Mobius's shoulders, who suddenly got a look of surprise on his face.

"Wow, I'm gonna be a grandpa!" Mobius said.

"The best grandpa in the multiverse." Loki assured him.

"And the best father-in-law a girl could ask for!" Sylvie added.

After they talked for a while, they were also surprised to see another Loki, not disguised as Odin anymore, and his Fire Giantess date walking their way.

"Here, you can keep her." Impostor Loki told his variant. "I have decided to find Odin myself, thank you very much, and then we'll find my brother." He took a breath. "I'm going to tell them both the truth; it will be up to them to accept it. So now that you have nothing left to threaten me with, this affair you planned for me is off!"

Detective Loki beamed and nodded. "Indeed, it would seem so. Then again, you are one of my kind, so your cleverness comes as no surprise."

"You could still threaten to tell the Fire Giantess his most ticklish spots if he refuses to date herrr." Healer told his host.

"No, I'm not that cruel!" Detective Loki replied telepathically. Then he spoke aloud to his variant. "By the way, allow me to formally introduce you to Røskva Lykke Madsen, your greatest admirer!"

"Hello, Mr. Loki! I've been your biggest fan since I was eight years old! Can you stay for an hour or two? I have something I want to show you and the other you! It's a movie called 'Valhalla,' and it's got you and Thor in it, but you're more of the star of the film than he is!"

Impostor Loki grinned. "Nice to meet you, Miss Madsen. Now that sounds like some quality entertainment. Well, I suppose I could tarry just for a little while…"

Elsewhere, back on the Dwarven Ship, the two brothers were trying to find the perfect spot to place their newest prize in their display room.

"I still think it should go over the fireplace. Wasn't Loki the god of fire, or something along those lines?"

"No, by the mounted horsehead. You remember the Midgardian story about Odin's great eight-legged steed, Sleipnir, correct?" The dwarves snickered to themselves, blissfully unaware of the enormous ship that loomed over them, their own ship seeming tiny in comparison. At the helm of the enemy ship, a large, intimidating purple man in golden armor smiled as he recognized the vessel's origin.

"Dwarves."

"Lord Thanos, do you think the Asgardian you recruited boarded their ship to warn them of our upcoming visit to Nidavellir?" His lackey, Ebony Maw, asked.

"Let's not take the chance: open fire."

"Yes, Father."

Back at the Madsen house in Løgstør, Denmark, the two Lokis watched the Danish animated feature 'Valhalla' with Røskva, her parents, and Mobius and Sylvie, enjoying the infamous Midgardian moviegoing snack known as popcorn. In the opening scene, two blonde children and their parents were witnessing Loki, god of mischief, magically burst through their front door and grandly introduce himself. A mischievous smirk crossed his face as one of Thor's goats proudly strutted after him, and he introduced the goat to them as Thor, getting an irritated and rowdy reaction from the real Thor, who was a redhead in this film.

The detectives and their friends laughed at the scene, though Detective Loki had an objection. "Hey, that Loki stole my joke!"

"I don't think it counts if he's stealing from himself." The other Loki speculated.

They watched the movie continue to unfold, seeing why Røskva was named after the energetic, determined young blonde girl in the motion picture. After Loki and Thor brought her and her brother to Asgard, along with a giant child called Quark, they were surprised to see a chubby, blonde Sif married to Thor with two baby children!

Detective Loki snickered. "I'd love to see the look on Sif's face when she watches this! And Thor has twin babies here!"

"They are ugly babies." Healer telepathically insulted.

"Well, they are Odin's grandchildren, so it stands to reason they would inherit something from him, other than the irrational screaming, but children are still children, are they not? Hm, that would be something if Sylvie and I had twins, or maybe even triplets! Perhaps someday you'll meet a lovely lady Symbiote, ask her out on a date, share a brain-flavored milkshake with her, and have little symbiotic babies of your own."

"Nooo, that is not how we create offspring. We are asexual: Symbiotes are fully capable of giving birth by ourselves, with only our host's bond to give us form, and thereby we also take on their genderrr!"

"Ahhh, so you could have a baby at any point? Would it have to go through me, or could you pop out when it's time so I don't have to be… physically involved?"

"…Ughhh, I cannot. I am… what you would call, sterile."

"Oh. I'm… sorry." Loki awkwardly shifted his eyes back to the TV screen.

"Could you keep that a secret, Lokiii? I am ratherrr… ashamed of anyone knowing. I did not even want you to know, but… you know… ever since Sylvie got pregnant, you haven't been able to shut up about babiesss-"

Loki snickered again. "Oh, is that right? Goodness, I wouldn't have guessed such a simple, aggressive creature could be so sensitive!"

"Yesss, we both have our sensitive sides: I told you we were alike in many ways."

"Ehehehe, don't you worry: I have no intention of telling anyone. And I have yet to meet another Symbiote other than you and All-Black, but offspring or none, you'll always be one-of-a-kind to me."

"Awww-"

"Because I don't believe it's possible for another Symbiote to exist who's half as obnoxious as you."

"…Or a Jotun who's half as much of a sarcastic, condescending, oversensitive, crybaby dandy as youuu."

"Hey, you're the one who whines to me when my stomach runs empty!"

"Our stomach."

"Anyhow, that's no way to talk about someone who's keeping your deepest, darkest secret."

"…Fine. I am… sss- sss- somewhat regretful of what I just said."

"Was that your first apology ever? It was pitiful."

"Yes."

"Then let me demonstrate for you how it's done. Healer, I'm sorry for being condescending to you. After a thousand plus years of living as the prince of Asgard, I suppose it's become habitual. Though sometimes I just enjoy teasing."

"Ahhh. And I am sss- ssso- sssuper impressed at your apology. But, thank you. For the name."

"You're quite welcome. I was also considering the Asgardian word for healer, Helbreder, but I figured you look frightening enough without a name with 'Hel' in it."

"That actually sounds really coolll! But I will trust your judgment on this one."

"Let's just watch the rest of the movie; their Loki's about to challenge their Logi to the eating contest! Let's see how he fares without a Symbiote to help him!"

"I'm rooting for Team Loki!"

Detective Loki grinned as the contest was about to commence. "As am I, Healer, as am I."