Hello! This is a very short holiday and fluffy Frucien [Freya/Lucien] oneshot.
Freya attempts to string the Christmas lights on the tree. Not all goes as planned.
This was supposed to be easy. The website had said it was easy.
They clearly lied.
Right now, Freya is sitting on the floor of the living room, trying to figure out exactly how she got herself into this situation. Her best guess is that when she was wrapping the lights around the tree, she somehow got them wrapped around her legs as well (this would explain her tripping and falling over, too).
The room is a complete mess. There is stuff all over the place – everywhere. There are half wrapped presents scattered all over the floor, the tree is only partly decorated (seeing as at least half of the lights are strung on her instead of the tree), and there is a family of partially empty boxes camped out on their couch. There's tinsel sticking to his clothing.
It still feels weird to think of it as their couch.
The plan had been for it to be a surprise (and Freya thought it might be nice to actually decorate for the first time since moving in together. She never really decorated the Mikaelson home for Christmas when she lived there, it was always Rebekah who did it).
Freya tried to seize her chance while Lucien was still with Nik, but apparently not everything is as easy as it looks.
She lays back carefully as not to crush any of the lights and wonders if she could possibly get out of this position (without her magic that has already proved to be useless in this situation) before Lucien gets back. That is, of course, the precise moment Lucien decides to unlock the front door.
Freya looks over at him and winces – she can seriously imagine what she looks like right now. Lucien raises an eyebrow slowly, still standing in the doorway.
"Surprise." Freya says weakly. "I think I'm stuck."
Lucien closes the door and removes his keys. He's making that face where it's clear he's trying not to laugh. It doesn't really work.
"It was supposed to be a surprise." Freya says as Lucien kneels down and gently starts to untangle her.
"It was definitely surprising." He says and Freya pouts.
"Don't look behind you. Your present's only half wrapped."
He smiles slightly, still unwinding the lights. "You could have just waited for me. I was planning to put up all the decorations this weekend anyway, providing we didn't get called to come to the Mikaelson's. I think it might have been less hazardous to your health."
"You know." Freya says, shifting and trying to help Lucien undo a particularly stubborn knot, "I'm not actually this clumsy. You just happen to be around during all of my worst moments."
Lucien laughs.
They finally manage to get the lights off Freya and they lie on the floor in a pile, looking kind of neglected. Freya looks around at the disaster she made of the living room and sighs. Lucien presses his lips to Freya's quickly before getting to his feet and pulling Freya up with him.
He runs his hands down Freya's arms. "We could clean this up tomorrow." He suggests in Freya's ear. "And right now I could make hot chocolate and you can melt candy canes in it instead."
It's very tempting and Lucien is already guiding her toward the kitchen, with one hand on the small of her back. She thinks about protesting, and then decides against it.