[ There's a slight furrow to his brow when she alludes to the incident with Muspelheim, but his expression smooths over as she continues onto the subject of Alfheim. A compelling and likely honest reason for the book, but Loki doubts that she's being entirely forthcoming.

It... bothers him, potentially more than the fact that she went behind his back to research the jotun, though he can't mentally articulate why. By all accounts, omission of truth is a wise tactic against someone known as the God of Lies.

But Alfheim. He doesn't skip a beat, purposefully curving his lips into a light smile. Despite his annoyance, he speaks with genuine fondness. ]

Illustrations do not do it justice. You've seen it described as a paradise, haven't you? The springs run with champagne and the night sky glistens like jewels strewn across velvet. [ He glances down, catching Wanda's eye with a sly glimmer in his own. ] One might caution you against ever visiting, Lady Maximoff. You may never wish to return.

[ Not leave, but return. Oh, how accustomed to her presence he's become. ]