The hand was dropped just as the flash of light dissolved and Loki raised his arms dramatically. "Welcome to Trondheim. The seat of outcast kings." There was bitterness dripping from his tone. This was what he was forced to rule vice the realm he deserved. "It's a small dimension hidden between the the Nine Realms. Not even Heimdall can see us here."

They stood on the top of an outer wall and Loki moved to the side so he could point out the village. "The Trond are a simple wolfish people who believe me a god because I rid them of feline invaders." He was a god but that was besides there point. "They take care of the fortress during the day. I will make sure they listen to your commands as well as mine." He looked at the Solider out of the corner of his eye. "Even if that's just to leave you alone."

Then he started walking along the wall to the tower and the rest of the fortress. His hands were behind his back, his back straight, like the king he was. "You have the run of fortress, of course. I would suggest staying out my library, just because that is where I work my magic and I doubt you want to get caught in the middle of that."