At Stark's suggestion, Alvin opened a Space Gate without the slightest hesitation and stepped into Asgard's Bifrost Control Room.
Heimdall, who was always so composed, sat on the floor looking as if a herd of bison had trampled him. His armor was in tatters, and his face was bruised and swollen.
Seeing Alvin suddenly appear, Heimdall let out an angry roar and started to get up to fight him. But with a sharp crack, the unlucky God of Dawn could only clutch his aching lower back and sink back down onto the floor...
Alvin looked awkwardly at Heimdall, then at the divine sword in his hand. He sheepishly put the sword back where it belonged, then crouched beside the tall Deity and massaged his shoulders. In a remorseful tone, he said, "Loki tricked all of us!"
Heimdall watched coldly as Alvin spun a story about how the God of Mischief had tricked him, trying to wriggle out of the blame.
When Alvin said that Loki wanted Odin to give him another brother or sister, and that was why he'd sent old Odin to the dungeon...
The whites of the God of Dawn's eyes changed color with fright. He jumped up, grabbed Alvin by the shoulders, and said, "What is going on? You sent Odin to the Goddess of Enchantment?
Are you crazy? I thought you'd just gotten drunk and messed around...
How could you?"
Alvin froze for a moment, then stood up and cleared his throat. With a perfectly serious expression, he said, "Have you forgotten? Loki came up with the idea. You were the one who carried it out!"
Then Alvin spread his hands and looked at Heimdall's incredulous expression. "Don't look at me like that. I can't use the Bifrost.
But I seem to remember you saying you