Loki was half expecting the shadow above him to reveal itself to be Thor. While he had a tentative truce with his brother, he rather wanted this moment for himself as so few had been in his Asgard. Everything had always been overshadowed by Thor, people congratulating his achievements while ignoring Loki's own. He felt sour words rising in his chest as he heard somebody land behind him and he turned with a long-suffering expression on his face that dropped as soon as he saw who it was. He hadn't seen her in person before, but there was no mistaking her status as an Asgardian - blonde, powerful, giant weapon strapped to her back? She was almost certainly Aesir and Loki found himself staring at her in curiosity.
This wasn't Thor's daughter - correction, it wasn't the daughter of the Thor that he knew. She wasn't technically his niece, but if they were talking technicalities, she also was. It was more complicated than he'd imagined and he tilted his head as she spoke, considering her words for a moment.
"They're familiar," he looked over the blooming plants. "They seem happy enough, too. Mother always tended to them daily with her own magic," he felt no real need to keep family secrets from a girl who apparently hadn't had them, from what little research he'd done upon realising that their secrets were pasted on the internet for the world to see. "Similar, but different. Imagine that you're dreaming you're in your own house, but everything is... reversed. Flipped, a mirror image - not quite the same but similar enough to be jarring. It's like that," he ran his thumb over a tree leaf and turned to look at her. "You have a magical ward on the place, then? I was a little worried you were my brother, truth be told."