Loki didn't laugh, but did give a slow blink at the child-like wonder. So, for all the hardness he sensed in her, she still held some innocence. Unlike him--he'd never be innocent again.

Shifting from his semi-curled up position, Loki moved to spread his hands out. It was harder here, his own magic much weaker than that of this world's own. But he could still do this. Taking a breath in and out, summoning his memories---before an illusion of Asgard formed in front of them. As if it were a film on a screen.

Asgard as it had been, and no longer was. And never would be again. Loki shut his yes, as he felt them begin to water. He would not show weakness or tears.