[ It's then that Leif looks at him. Really looks at him. Something about this particular Loki reminds him of some of the images he found in his recent search.

Atticus had warned him that if he thought about it too hard, that the comic book version of Thor might show up. He hadn't thought about the comic book version of Loki. His eyes flick to his open laptop, abandoned in the middle of his search, and back to the Trickster.

Still, it was just a theory, and not enough to really make him relax. He maintains his guard and his distance. ]

I have long since stopped trying to decipher the whims of fate, but understand that makes me no less wary of your visit. [ a beat ] My name is Leif Helgarson.