500 Days of Freya (Merlin)

Babysitting

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Us Freylin shippers have to stick together – we are a small but determined group, and we shall make sure everyone knows we're here!

I was reading a book the other day when an advert came on for '500 Days of Summer'. I have never seen this, so this fic isn't based on it in anyway, but it just got the plotbunnies going and SUDDENLY...a wild fanfiction appeared!

So here's the first chapter: hope you enjoy :)

Day 1

"You wanted to speak with me?"

The dragon flapped his wings once before tucking them neatly against his back. "I must ask a favour of you," he informed his lord gravely. "I have been called away and this little one," he inclined his noble head towards Aithusa, who had just begun the dragon equivalent of puberty and looked slightly gangly and awkward, "needs looking after." He gave Merlin a pointed look that took the warlock a few seconds to interpret.

"You want me to—? What? No! I can't!" Merlin protested in pure horror.

Kilgharrah sighed, a deep rumble that started in his stomach. "Why not?"

"Well, for one thing, I don't know how to take care of a dragon," Merlin argued.

"You're a dragonlord; it will come as a natural instinct to you."

"And –well –no –but –yes, well-"

Kilgharrah cut off Merlin's spluttering with an exclamation of, "Take her!" before soaring up into the night sky.

Aithusa and Merlin looked at each other. Merlin sighed. Aithusa chirped and bounded over to wind around Merlin's legs. "This better not be bloody permanent," he said, sighing and looking down at his young charge.

"Freya!" Merlin called out, happily jogging over to his wife. She giggled in delight as he spun her around.

"Hello, Merlin," she laughed. "And...Aithusa," she added, catching sight of the albino dragon.

The pair winced as an ornament smashed on the floor, thanks to a clumsy swing of Aithusa's tail.

Day 2

"Morning," Freya said sleepily. Merlin opened one eye.

"I was having a nice daydream, you know." He poked her playfully.

"I'm sure," Freya replied, sitting up and stretching. The action caused Merlin's nightshirt (which she had worn to bed) to rise several inches, and Merlin playfully ghosted his cold hand over the warm flesh of her stomach.

She squealed and curled in on herself. "Bad," Freya scolded, slapping Merlin's hand.

In response, Merlin leant in and kissed her gently. She did likewise, and Merlin rested his hand on her thigh.

"Emrys!"

Aithusa barged into the room and dumped himself down onto the end of the bed. Merlin and Freya both stared at her. Aithusa stared back. Merlin and Freya looked at each other and sighed.

"Come on, 'Thusa," Merlin said, clambering out of bed.

Freya was taking the opportunity to practice a new spell Merlin had taught her for cooking meat in a matter of seconds, by making breakfast. So far, she had cooked six sausages – for her and Merlin – and six small assorted mammals for Aithusa.

"Let me help!" Aithusa yelled enthusiastically. She bounded up to the table, tail swinging behind her dangerously. She swung her tail into a pottery plate and jug, sending them crashing to the floor.

"Oh no!" Aithusa cried with comical woe.

"It's fine, I'll get it!" Freya said hastily. She muttered a spell, waved her hand and smiled as the pieces flew back together.

"Wow! That was so cool!" the young dragon grinned. As she turned to look at the healed ornaments too quickly, her tail swung out again, and caught a leg of the table. It collapsed onto a point and Freya wasn't quick enough to catch it.

Three more plates smashed. The cooked meat became smothered in dirt. Then the table fell over completely.

Aithusa turned round with a mingled look of horror, guilt and surprise on her draconic face. Freya took three deep breaths in and three deep breaths out.

"She does snore rather loudly, doesn't she?"

"Yes, Merlin. She does."

Day 3

"Merlin!" Arthur yelled, storming into the warlock's chambers.

"Merlin!" Aithusa squeaked, being dragged into the warlock's chambers by her tail.

"Arthur!" Freya shrieked. "You can't pull her by her tail!"

"Let her go, Arthur," Merlin demanded, glowering at Arthur.

Force was the only way to go; if something had annoyed Arthur so severely he was dragging her by her tail, he'd need some pretty firm handling.

"This...demon..." Arthur ground out, "has been terrorizing members of staff by...FLYING around the castle and...breathing fire. Sort it!" he spat at the pair.

He let go of the dragon who scuttled towards Freya, and then stalked towards the door.

"You haven't had your breakfast yet, have you?"

"MERLIN!"

"They're getting closer," Merlin said worriedly.

"We need to warn Arthur," Freya agreed.

"Warn Arthur about what?" Aithusa chirped, galloping into the room. Her earlier quarrel with the king seemed to have been forgotten. "Oh, are you scrying?" Aithusa perked up and clambered over to the pair.

They both waited for the inevitable smash of the scrying dish. When nothing happened, Freya exhaled heavily and Merlin cheered.

"What?" Aithusa asked in surprise, turning around, evidently under the impression that there was some great spectacle behind her.

SMASH!

Day 4

"Take her! Just take her!" Merlin begged Kilgharrah, pointing to Aithusa beside him.

Kilgharrah raised a metaphorical eyebrow. "Did you not enjoy her stay with you, Merlin?"

"Don't push me, Dragon!" Merlin stomped back to Camelot, and back to Freya.

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