"If I knew where Heimdall was I wouldn't be asking you to go get the horn," he retorted, irritation and frustration turning his voice into a low growl. It was not something to be proud of, but he happened to be better - by a long shot - at stealing things than anyone else he knew. If he was half the man he used to be - giant, god, whatever - if he had the kind of freedom everyone else took for granted, Ragnarok would have started a hundred years ago.
"He was here, in Manhattan, about a month ago. Haven't seen him since."