This is the alternate ending which is happy, as requested by Curlscat. Personally I like the one when Puck dies better, but to each their own I suppose. Like the last chapter, the different part starts after the ~;~.
Birdsong 2.2
That became their thing, the bird noises. When he saw her smile as she woke up, and reach over to pet his head (well, the eagle's head), his heart softened a little. He liked her, a lot, he had long come to terms with that, and he may even possibly love her, to the smallest smallest extent possible. Maybe. So every morning he morphed, every morning he made some new noise with his new throat, and every morning they'd smile.
...
It was on one of those mornings where he finally kissed her. He had imitated a swallow that day, tweeted at her in short, quick, machine-gun bursts, and she stretched, looked at him, and told him to morph back. He did so, and the customary exchange occurred.
"So it's a swallow this time."
"Yeah it is."
"Thanks."
"Alright."
Then she walked off into the bathroom, to brush her teeth. When she came back though, he was still sitting there, in the same position as before, and he looked slightly nervous.
"Puck?"
He looked up. "Yeah?"
"What are you still doing here?"
"Uh... I have something to tell you."
"Oh. Alright then, shoot."
"Uh... uh..." He looked around helplessly "I don't know how to say it."
"Puck just say it."
"Oh I'll show you!" And he flew off his perch and pressed his lips to her. It was short, chaste, but for the briefest of seconds their eyes fluttered shut. Then he pulled back, and grinned.
"Yeah. That's it. See ya." And then he was off, whizzing away on his pink fairy wings.
...
"A dove today?"
"Yeah."
"Bit of a strange choice."
"Who are you to judge?"
"Thanks."
"Alright."
When she came back, she saw her boyfriend still sitting, and the events from the last she found him there flew to her mind. "You still here?"
"Yeah."
"Something else to ask?"
"Yeah."
"What is it this time, a proposal?" she smiled, to show she was joking, and he chuckled back.
"Well that now you mention it..." He pulled out a ring box from his pocket and threw it to her. "Marry me?"
She caught it, and opened it to reveal a small golden ring, with two blue and green stones set in it. "Seriously?"
"Seriously."
"No joke?"
"None at all."
"Well, sure then."
He grinned. "Great."
She strode up to him and kissed him, her fingers tangling in his hair, and stroked his jaw.
"Should we tell Daphne now?" she whispered.
"We probably should."
"She'll freak out."
"I know."
"It'll be very loud."
"It will be. You do it."
"No way."
...
She woke up to the croak of the black-feathered crow.
"A crow today?"
"Yeah."
"A dark bird to choose."
"Was that a pun?"
"Might have been."
"Marshmallow texted me. Says there's a dragon burning down Old McDonald's farm. I'll be back in an hour or so, two hours at most."
"Ok. Stay safe. Don't be an idiot."
"Yeah yeah."
He opened the window, sword already on his belt, wings out.
"Oh hey Puck." Sabrina said, just before he left.
"Yeah?"
"Thanks."
He grinned. "Alright." And then he was off.
~;~
Sweat ran down her forehead in great droplets, her legs ached with the burn of fatigue as she forced herself to run faster. Her mind surged, surged with fear and worry, and even the slightest trace of anger, her mental state almost as energetic as her physical one.
When she was halfway there though, her phone vibrated in her pocket, and it began to ring. She stopped, and pulled it out. On the screen it read Daphne Grimm. She's calling she thought which means- No, no way, no freaking way! With gritted teeth and shaking fingers she flipped open the phone and pressed it to her ear.
"Hello?"
"Hey Sabrina."
"Puck?!"
"The one and only."
"You're- you're- you're alive!"
"I like to think so yeah." She could almost hear the smile in his voice.
"Daphne said you were going to die!"
"Marshmallow was being an idiot." Sabrina heard a distant 'hey!' from the other end of the line. "She took one look at me, saw some broken ribs and blood, and started completely freaking out, calling you and crying and everything, before I started groaning and told her to get a move on with the healing. To be perfectly honest, I think the pregnancy is starting to get to her."
"Puck, she's not pregnant."
"She's not?"
"No."
"Oh. Well she's acting like someone who is."
She smiled, and shook her head. "You're an idiot."
"Says you."
"You're the one who thought Daphne was pregnant."
"She was acting like a pregnant lady!" He whined defensively. "Besides, I've made some pretty smart choices in my time."
"Name one."
"Well there was that whole incident in the forest and those four idiots."
"That wasn't smart, that was cruel."
"Fine. I made my mum fall in love with a guy with a donkey head."
"Again, that was just cruel. Plus, your dad thought of it, not you."
"Ugh you're so picky." He paused for a bit. "Alright, I got one."
"Let's hear it."
"I fell in love with you."
She blushed, and didn't speak for a second, unprepared for such an affectionate response. "That was... smooth," she said finally "I'll give you that."
He chuckled. "Of course it was. Now are you going to get a move on and come over, or do I have to fake die again?"
"You're the one who called me." She pointed out.
"Well you were crying."
"How would you know?"
"Were you?"
"No!" She said loudly, perhaps a little too quickly.
"Were you about to?"
She didn't respond, and he chuckled again.
"Exactly. Now hurry up."
She grumbled under her breath. "Fine."
"Great."
"Oh wait Puck." she said, just before he broke the call.
"Yeah?"
"Thanks."
"Alright."
God I'm bad with humour. I mean I like reading it in stories, but I'm no good with it. Ah well, I'll just try to avoid it next time. Anyway, I hope you liked this ending, tell me which one you liked most, I am genuinely interested. Thanks for reading, please review.