"Asgard...shines. Of the nine realms, it is the most beautiful." Loki brings one long leg up and wraps his arms around it while he speaks. "It floats surrounded by water that cascades into waterfalls off into the cosmos, and one can see all the stars of the nine realms in the sky. In the center, arching high in a fan-like series of columns lies the golden palace. Along a path that leads from the palace, out through the capital, the path connects to the Bifrost, in shimmering rainbow colors. The Bifrost itself stretches out into the surrounding lake towards the edge. It is rich shades of green and brown with forests and crags, deep blues and whites of the water, warm sunny days that are pleasantly cool without being cold."

Not that he felt the cold anyway. "Lots of open-space, even within the capital." He picked up that that might be important to her. As he spoke, it was also clear that he was fond of his home, while also having a wistful quality to his voice.