Author's Note: Set after S4 finale. Will become a series of Merlin/Freya oneshots that will update whenever I find inspiration.
Hint: Reviews=Inspiration!
It had been a long week. Through all the dark times that had reigned so recently, a small reprieve from his duties was welcomed whole-heartedly, and Merlin knew just what he was going to do with it.
"How bodes Albion?" Freya inquired, a soft lilt to her heavenly voice. Merlin started back to the present, and smirked before responding.
"Well, if you mean King Clotpole, then yeah, he's fine." A dainty eyebrow arched at his answer, and Merlin decided to move on, lest the wrath of the Lady be bestowed upon him for his rudeness.
"The royal arse," (His name's Arthur, Freya supplied helpfully. Merlin rolled his eyes and continued,) "-and his lady Guinevere married, finally. It seems that without his idiot uncle to influence him, he is able to make the right decisions."
At the mention of the King and Queen, the two lovers sobered slightly, the subject bordering far too close to their current separation for comfort. Merlin tightened his arm around her, as if reassuring himself of her presence. The constant soundtrack of the lake they sat by played with the sounds of the forest, waves rolling in time with birdsong.
"And you call the Once and Future King of Albion a clotpole?" Freya asked, jesting at his disrespectful vocabulary to ease the silence that had fallen in their contemplations. Merlin gladly accepted the olive branch for what it was, not missing a beat.
"Well not a clotpole, the clotpole!" A gleeful smile lit up his blue eyes, as Merlin delighted in his own wit. A playful swat to his head brought him back to reality, (it's not so bad, he mused, drinking in his lover's tumbling hair and admonishing eyes…wait…admonishing?)
"You should be more respectful Merlin!" She scolded lightly, unaware of the affect she was having on his poor love-addled mind. However, (after shaking himself from his reverie), Merlin would not be deterred from his point.
"But he deserves it!" He claimed, reminiscing on hours spent tolling away in his highness' stables; just yesterday he had been thrown in the stocks! (again.) Well, that time may be justified, and come to think of it, maybe the time before that, and the time before that as well…
"But Gwaine still calls him Princess!" Merlin added, grasping at straws.
Freya just looked amused.
A/N: And there you have it, the first story. This drabble follows the concept that Freya can walk on land etc, but only within the lake's boundaries, for example she can't go into the treeline.
Furthermore, the drabbles will usually take place in the aftermath of an episode (this one, as metioned earlier, takes places in the days following the finale). Please review and give feedback, everything is appreciated!
Love,- Moonlite Streak-