What things indeed. Loki was certain there were no seuth-sayers within the New  York  area,  but  he had  gone to  Heimdall  with  his  disguise  of  Odin cloaked over him. He had never seen the  Vanir so  intrigued,  so  happy  to see his king out and about the castle since Frigga had taken her final breath. Loki easily disguised this as wanting  to move on from the tragedy and begin ruling with all the kindness that Frigga would have in her heart. Heimdal knew it was Loki. Heimdal always knew it had to be Loki. But for some reason, Loki always knew that Heimdal would not hurt him, because he was the true king now. This Loki knew as a fact. The seer lived in New York, of course, and Loki was more than thrilled to see him. He walked into the little shop with the odd  lamps  and the even weirder trinkets and walked up to the counter with a younger face on than usual. He introduced himself as Lucas. "Hey, man, I'm just... I'm looking for   the seer. I was told he was here, and...   I don't know. I have some serious   questions I would like to talk to him   about."