The dwarven realm was actually the most like Earth, with an incredibly varied landscape and all kinds of environments.
Unlike Muspelheim or Jotunheim, where there was nothing but fire or ice and no other scenery to speak of. That was far too monotonous.
There were snowcapped mountains, deserts, oceans, rivers, swamps, Gobi wastelands, and all manner of other terrain. The dwarves lived in the mountainous regions, with no cities in the conventional sense, relying on self-sufficiency most of the time.
After being conquered by Odin, they had still retained their old family traditions. Generally, only brothers or fathers and sons shared a workshop and mined the same mountain range.
Their relationships with other dwarven families were rather poor. They often got into armed brawls over a good piece of ore.
Before his death, Baldr had owned a top-tier Flying Boat called Hringhorni, built by the dwarves. It was the most luxurious, largest, and fastest interstellar yacht in the Nine Realms, made from a massive golden meteorite.
After he died, his corpse, fine wine, and the things he had enjoyed in life were placed aboard that ship and sent out to sea. That was also part of the funeral custom.
The original plan had been to set the vessel alight with flaming arrows, but the ship was too sturdy, and its metal structure would not burn. In the end, Odin had used Gungnir to blast it to the bottom.
Speaking of which, when that meteorite—or rather, asteroid—had fallen into Nidavellir back then, it had not only caused severe natural disasters, but also triggered a world war among the dwarves over who would claim it. Their population had dropped by more than ninety-nine percent.
Dwarves had never been good at farming to begin with, and many of them had worked themselves to