ephemeral ━━ 𝘓. 𝘓𝘈𝘜𝘍𝘌𝘠𝘚𝘖𝘕 ✔

■ truce

Loraine

Frigga wasn't that bad. Of all the royals she had met here, Frigga was easy going and nice to talk to, unlike Thor who constantly reminded her of her tasks, and Loki being threatening and teasing. Although, now that she thought of it. There was someone Loraine still hadn't met ever since she arrived in Asgard.

The king. Odin.

She didn't look forward to it though. Somehow, she honestly did not want to have an audience with Odin. He was the one who declared the banishment of the Hidden Children, the Liv. Were it not for Freya, their existence would have been long gone. If she would have a conversation with him, she was certainly much sure he would ask her about the Liv, who was supposed to protect Earth, and hadn't protected it.

Now, she was just glad she was out on the fields again. The whole surrounding was warm and bright, somehow, she felt a sense of optimism and hope somewhere.

She leisurely sat on the grass, leaning her back on the trunk of a tree. The river rushed down by the bank just a feet away beside her, sparkling. All around her, oddly tall trees crowded her sight. Birds chirped at the distance and the scent of soil and soaked grass were everywhere. It almost resembled the kind of forest back in Midgard.

Loraine wasn't in her maid-in-waitin' dress today. The dress she wore had a square neck line and short sleeves covering her shoulders. It was a cotton brown dress, snaked with three thin golden laces at the bottom and some floral details on the top. She was glad she was wearing such a casual outfit once again. A reminder of home. Normal. And mortal.

Then two figures loomed in front of her, getting clearer by the second.

It was Loki and his mother.

Loki was dressed the same as always, with black, green and gold. He had a cape and a hood on that covered his head against the heat. Beside him was her mother, Frigga.

As soon as she saw her, she instantly scrambled to stand. Frigga had that confident aura a queen always had. Looking at them right now, she could actually tell how Loki had some resemblance with Frigga. The way the both of them held their posture and regality. Gods.

"Lady Frigga," Loraine addressed. She bowed down, while Loki just pursed his lips. "It's an honor to meet you. Again."

Frigga smiled at her and looked at his son. "Ah yes, I am fully looking forward to this, looks just like old times---" she trailed off.

"Old times?"

"Nothing my dear," she said instantly and beamed at Loraine. "Is the boat all ready?"

"Yes, it's down by the river."

"Good." She commented. "Well, I guess I'll leave you two now," Frigga chuckled reassuringly.

"Thank you for giving me permission my queen."

"Of course, anything," Frigga replied then she turned and walked back towards the palace---leaving them.

Loraine and Loki went over to the small port near the river saying nothing. The whole port looked like glass. The floor, see-through. Down below them, the silver river rushed by. They could see the glass legs of the port plunging in. The handles and railings were twirled with gold and silver vines that seemed to grow from the forest. All of it looked nothing back on Earth. It was all strange, the port might have looked like glass, but when Loraine placed her foot on it, the floor clanked like it was metal.

She swallowed her ignorance.

They went down the small stairs. It opened another see-through floor with no railings anymore. In front of it was where the boat floated.