"Ah, fair-haired Sif. How delightful." Heimdall shared some of the fond yet innocent memories he had of Thor's wife. His gaze, however, seemed to turn inward where his thoughts began to circle around another name.
Loki walked free; was no longer bound and tormented as he was supposed to. What did it mean? A sign? The first of many to herald the twilight of the gods?
Ragnarök.
His voice trailed off. It couldn't be. Their numbers were too small and they were missing the most important player of all: Odin. Without him, nothing could take place. Even the end of the world had rules, hadn't it?
"Who let him out?" Heimdall asked. "It is not time yet."