ephemeral ━━ 𝘓. 𝘓𝘈𝘜𝘍𝘌𝘠𝘚𝘖𝘕 ✔

■ fear

Loraine thought Loki wasn't afraid of anything. But every time their boat bumped by a sudden rock, he shivered.

They were at the back porch of the boat. Holding hands.

Each of them had their own fishing rod too, which didn't look like the type of fishing rod you'll see at a normal fishing shop. This one had the same figure back at home - a glass fiber, flexible and strong enough to pull something out of the water. But the similarities ended up there.

Inside the glass fiber, some kind of liquid glowed green every time the hook sensed itself being dragged away. Touching the rod, she could feel the hum of energy that ran up and down inside, signifying the rod was activated.

With the rod looking unfamiliar to Loraine's eyes, the boat was ten times more.

The boat was styled in a Northriver Seahawk kind of fishing vessel. The place where the panels, wheel and gears used to drive the boat, was secured inside a white hood, plastered with square glass windows. Except, the gears were very different - It was activated via hologram which Loraine didn't know and obviously, hired a driver for it. She couldn't stand looking at it. It gave her a migraine.

"Lady Loraine? Are we stopping here?" Bilias, the driver of their boat stopped and went out to face them. He arrived at the boat after the whole commotion with the hand thing.

The abrupt question of Bilias made Loki shudder - which Loraine noticed. The way Loki was acting was getting on her nerves.

"Will you stop that? What's wrong?" She asked, half concerned and turned to look at Bilias.

"Yes. Thank you!" Loraine thanked.

He stood and gave Loraine a slight bow. "My pleasure. Please do call on me, if you want me to drive the boat again... And if ah, Loki here does trouble." He said and narrowed his eyes on Loki, who ignored him.

"Right. But I'm sure nothing would go wrong. Right, Loki?"

He smiled sarcastically.

Unfortunately, Bilias had noticed their entwined fingers. He looked over to Loki then to the hand, then back to Loraine - His face was confused like he was watching some sort of picture he didn't understand.

She made a face as if she was saying 'don't you dare'.

Bilias cleared his throat - stopping his own question. "So, I'll leave things to you then."

"Thanks."

"Alright. Goodbye." He waved his hand and his form dissolved into gold and red dust.

Loraine turned to the prince and smiled. "Alright! Let's breathe in the tranquility of this place," she outstretched her hands, tugging his hands to do so as well. She inhaled and closed her eyes.

Loki scoffed.

"Follow me," commanded Loraine. "This relaxation is the only thing we should do as we wait. Peace my prince. Tranquility."

What a fool, Loki might have thought.

They were near the outskirts of the palace where they were already surrounded by thick forests. Loki sensed it would be wrong to relax in this state -- this place. If anything, they had to concentrate on finishing their task at hand. He knew the forest and the river weren't friendly.

"Stop it." She wiggled her hand but he only held it more. He needed her to keep her eyes open for danger. This mortal did not know anything of Asgard and its dangers. "I'm trying to concentrate."

"Ah, well, you cannot concentrate while I'm here, don't you?" He chuckled which made her opened her eyes.

"I can," she stammered. "I'm doing it right now. Perfectly fine," she smiled and tried to push back the feeling. But the vision flashed from her closed eyes.