It was probably good for Tony's damaged and vulnerable trust that Loki was telling the truth, and he would be vindicated for trusting her in time. But for now, she was more than happy to tell them about her world. She spread her hands and green light flowed down her fingertips to the floor, where a beautiful and detailed image of a snowy landscape filled the floor of the Capitol building. As she spoke the images changed, becoming whatever she told about.

"Jotunheim is one of the realms of Yggdrasil, a land of ice and snow, and home to the Jotnar. My people are creatures of magic and ice, we believe that strength of body and mind is important to cultivate. After all, those who are weak in body won't survive our landscape's harsh environment, and those who are weak in mind will never learn how to hunt effectively or barter for other goods. All realms on Yggdrasil are needed for balance and so all races should be protected. Our people are ruled by a King or Queen, whichever the eldest child of the last monarch was, who is advised by a council. Our current King is my father, Laufey-King, and he has reigned for the last six thousand and fifteen years."

The celebrations at his six thousandth year had been amazing and she could still remember them vividly.

"We are not the most influential realm of Yggdrasil, but nor are we the least. We are respected, at the very least."