"I don't think you'd quite kill them. They seem to be well-tended by the weather conditions here, at least," it was lucky they hadn't suffered through a drought or a freeze - not that Loki would know, but he doubted they would be in such good condition if they had. Perhaps he was wrong and the magic was stronger than it seemed, but it definitely wouldn't harm them to assist it.
"Understandable," he chuckled softly, feeling oddly at peace with the area. Normally, he would have been incredibly on edge, not just in the palace alone but with somebody beside him who just so happened to be Thor's daughter, but. Perhaps he was simply tired after the ordeal of the past few weeks of his life, perhaps essentially being allowed to put a pause on his own death had made him rethink a lot of things but he didn't feel much need to push Torunn away yet. Keep her at arm's length, yes, but she apparently 'knew' him. Whatever that meant.
"It would be a place for a party of epic proportions," Loki started to walk down the hallway with Torunn flying up next to him. "You can fly," he commented curiously, tilting his head a little as he turned to walk backwards for a few steps, glancing over her. He was heading in the direction of what had been his bedroom. It likely wasn't here, but there had to have been some version of himself that existed in this universe, too, and yes. It wasn't his bedroom, but in its place there was a room that held items that were similar to those Loki recognised. The balcony would have overlooked the city if it were positioned the same but now it simply overlooked the ocean, oddly peaceful in its way. "I'm fairly sure this was your Loki's room, I suppose. He has terrible decor taste."