A/N: Again... Slightly odd pairing as per Thelosthungergames' request. More canon than the last. Sort-of spoilers for season 4, because I thought this would be best set then, when Morgana and Gwaine met and had a little tension, but this is made up (obviously, otherwise it wouldn't be fanfiction it would be fangirling) and I think can be read without ruining THE WHOLE OF SERIES 4 AND MAKING PEOPLE WHO HAVEN'T SEEN IT YET WANT TO COME AFTER ME WITH TORCHES AND PITCHFORKS! Anyway... Enjoy :)
"Are you ready to sing for your supper?"
"Yes," Gwaine grinned. "You already asked that, my lady." He bowed sarcastically.
"Oh."
Morgana blinked as Gwaine wore a smirk that should be hers. She took a few short steps forwards, until they were nose to nose. Eyeball to eyeball.
They stared.
"Sir Gwaine," she murmured, and felt something in her stomach that she hadn't in ages: butterflies. Morgana hated butterflies. They were too pretty and nice. Too Gwen.
Morgana scowled as Gwaine rocked cockily on his heels. She stepped back, tossing him a meagre weapon. "Get on with it. Amuse me."