So this is my second Merlin fic, obviously the second chapter in my little drabbles. This one is Merlin/Freya. I think the next chapter will be how Arthur finds out Merlin is a sorcerer, just because. So yeah enjoy!
Again I do not own Merlin…
A Debt Repaid With Honesty
The morning turned out to be a very tiring one as Arthur decided that a day of hunting was in order. Merlin was ever so excited. He woke up early that morning and made his way to the castle, on his back a pack full of food and water for the day. He stopped by the armory first picking up the necessary weaponry for the day. After his arms were full he awkwardly made his way to Arthur's room to wake him.
He opened the door quietly and walked in. As silent as he could he sat the supplies on the table before walking over to the window and throwing open the curtains. "Rise and Shine."
A muffled groan came from the pillow Arthur had buried his face in. He rolled over and felt around for a minute before opening his eyes and sitting up. "Where's Gwen?" He looked confused.
"Unlike you, she gets up on time." Merlin had already walked over to retrieve the Kings clothing for the day. "I would imagine she is out carrying on her royal duties, helping the town's people any way she can, not glaring had her servants and all while her lazy husband is still in bed."
"Merlin." There was no humor showing on his face. "Shut up."
"Get dressed. I thought we were going hunting." He put on his goofy smile just too further annoy Arthur.
Arthur groaned as he got out of bed and walked behind his screen to get dressed. He remerged, grabbed some food, and they were off for the day.
Throughout the morning the forest had began to dry out as the sun shone through the thick cover of the trees. Unfortunately Arthur had managed to get anything throughout the morning and decided to stop for lunch.
As the two sat around the fire eating the food Merlin had brought, they had gotten on the subject of love. "Come on Merlin, there has to be someone out there you fancy." He took a bite of his cheese.
"When do I have time to fancy anyone, I'm stuck cleaning your room, polishing your armor, polishing your boots, all the knights boots, saving your life, it's a full time job." He made an am I right face just to make a point.
"Excuses." Arthur replied.
"There was one girl." Merlin was poking the ashes of the fire with a stick. "She was amazing, the only girl I ever felt like I couldn't live without."
"Where is she now?" Arthur asked as he came down and sat next to his friend. "I want to meet this girl who is capable of loving an idiot like you."
Merlin smiled, "She's dead." His smile quickly disappeared.
"Wait, what?" Arthur looked at him his eyebrows furrowed in confusion.
"Yeah, it's funny really I find a girl and I can't have her." Merlin looked over at his friend. "It happened a year or two ago here in Camelot." Merlin took a deep breath. "You knew her."
"I did?" Now the king was even more confused.
"Do you remember when that bounty hunter came to Camelot with a druid girl that escaped?" Merlin wasn't sure if he wanted to tell Arthur this.
"She was this girl?" Arthur was starting to connect the dots. "Why didn't you tell me?"
"Arthur, how was I suppose to tell you that I had fallen in love with Freya a druid girl, that I was harboring her, and to ask you to spare her life?" He looked over at Arthur who he and Merlin both knew that it was impossible for Merlin to come to him. "How was I suppose to stop you and the knights from attacking her, I couldn't come out and tell you she was cursed by an evil sorcerer as a young girl to turn into that animal every night. I certainly couldn't tell you that I didn't care what she turned into at midnight. I couldn't tell you how myself I felt around her, I couldn't." Tears had begun to well up in Merlin's eyes.
They sat in silence for a while, Arthur felt horrible that Merlin couldn't come to him about Freya but knew why. "I'm sorry Merlin." He placed a hand on his shoulder. "Look don't expect this often but, let's call it a day." He stood up and began to walk towards the horses. "I've been rubbish this morning and I am sure you have many other non-servant things to do."
Merlin couldn't help but smile slightly at Arthur's attempt to be nice. "Sounds good."
*Later that day*
"Where are you going?" Gwen asked as she walked into the bedroom Arthur and her shared to find her husband packing a sack.
"I have to go talk to someone." He walked over to his closet to grab an extra shirt.
"Arthur?" Gwen wasn't having it.
He bent down and talked in but a whisper, "I need to go talk to Morgana."
"Why on earth would you need to talk to her?" Gwen replied franticly.
"For Merlin." He closed his pack and swung it on his back. "Trust me, I'll be back tomorrow morning." He quickly gave her a peck on the lips and left before she could protest.
He tied his cloak at the neck and pulled the over his head. He mounted his horse and road out of the kingdom as fast as possible. He rode out through the woods, trying to follow the right path. Twigs and branches grabbed at the cloth of the cloak as he rode on. He reached Morgana's hut as night began to fall.
He walked up and knocked on the door, she opened it with a slight surprise on her face. "Arthur. What are you doing here."
"Morgana please, I need your help." She could see in his eyes that he truly did.
"What could I help you with?" She walked in; Arthur followed closing the door behind him.
"I need help bringing someone back from the dead, who technically is not dead." He got more information from Merlin on their trip back, and found out about how she is now the Lady of the Lake.
"Who is this person who you wish to bring back?" She sat down with an evil smirk.
"The Lady of the Lake." He replied.
She looked at him, trying to contain a laugh. "Oh dear brother, why ever should I do that for you?"
"Not for me, for Merlin." He walked over closer to her. "Look I accept the fact it was my fault. I am the one who struck her, I am the one who decided not to argue with father to just let her go. Even if it was my father's law, it is still my burden. Please help me fix this." As he talked he slowly dropped to his knees. "Please."
"Just the sight of you begging is reason enough." She walked over to a cupboard and took out a flask with cloudy watery contents in it. "Go to the lake and call her, have her drink it."
"Thank you Morgana." He grabbed the flask.
"Don't think this means I won't stop till I get the throne." Morgana said as ran out the door.
He jumped up on his horse and rode as swiftly as he could to the lake, the moon shone brightly illuminating the lake.
He walked up to the edge of the lake, "Lady of the Lake, Freya."
He paused a moment before the water began to ripple, a misty figure began to appear in front of him. The figure focused and there stood Freya hovering in front of him. "There is only one that calls me Freya."
"I know and he's why I'm here." Arthur replied.
The next morning Merlin was up with Gwen picking up the room as she read over court duties. Quick footsteps could be heard coming down the hallway and the door opened, Arthur stepped in.
"Oh Arthur!" Gwen got up to greet him but he put his hand up to motion her to wait.
"Merlin." He ordered.
"I know, I know." Merlin began to pick up more clothes. "How long have I been working for you again?"
He closed the door revealing Freya standing there in the dress that was stolen for her out of Morgana's closet. "I got something for you."
Merlin couldn't believe his eyes. Slowly he walked over to her before reaching out and clutching her tightly. "Freya." His voice muffled as he buried it in her neck. Happy tears streamed down both their faces.
As they embraced Arthur had walked over and placed an arm around Gwen waist. "I think a feast is in order, a celebration of Freya's return."
"I think that would be lovely." Gwen replied. "You Arthur Pendragon cease to amazing me."
Okay so there is the second chapter. I honestly don't know how I feel about this. I mean I like the fact of Arthur admitting what he did. I don't know I may re-write this.