When next he passed the coast, Heimdall was there. 

	The waves that day were enormous, but strangely calm; instead of breaking when they reached the shore, they ebbed away quietly, peacefully, and Heimdall, for all that he stood at the water's edge, seemed perfectly dry. His eyes were closed, and there was a rapturous expression on his face that was truly beautiful to behold.

	Son of the open sea, thought Loki, indeed.