500 Days of Freya (Merlin)

Hurt

Chapter 26

Warning/s: None.

Disclaimer: I don't own Merlin.

A/N: Sixth form is so much work omg I have twenty-seven items on my to do list right now

Prompt: Elise.v – "Merlin exidently [accidentally] hurts Freya with his magic, (not even much) but he is so shocked about it that he won't use his magic anymore, so he can never hurt her again. (With really bad consequenses for his health) I would be most pleased when merlin only JUST makes it!"

Day 1:

"I cut myself on a thorn," Freya called out as she came into hers and Merlin's chambers. "Could you heal it for me?"

"Of course, love," came her husband's distant voice. "Is it bleeding at all?"

"Not anymore," she called back, sucking on the cut. It was on her first finger, right underneath the nail. Within a few seconds, Merlin was coming down the stairs that led up to their workrooms and library.

Freya held her finger out to Merlin, pouting. "Fix it."

Merlin kissed the cut and then muttered something under his breath quickly. Instead of the warm sensation she had expected, there was a sharp, stinging feeling. She gasped in pain and pulled her hand back automatically, clutching it to her chest.

Merlin swore loudly. "Oh Gods, I did the wrong spell! Freya, I'm so sorry!" He stepped towards her and opened his arms in a hesitant hug. Freya accepted it gladly, not really in pain. It had more been the shock that had made her react that way.

"It's okay," she whispered, her voice muffled by his chest. "Everybody makes mistakes, Merlin, and this was only a tiny one."

"I hurt you," Merlin whispered in a disbelieving voice.

Freya spent the rest of the evening trying to persuade Merlin that he wasn't a terrible person.

Day 2:

Freya got up at her usual time, early in the morning, and was surprised when Merlin stayed in bed. "Are you feeling okay?" she asked, concerned, and received a nod. She was surprised at his silence and that he seemed to be down and tired, but regardless she got herself dressed and prepared breakfast.

When the smell of bacon and eggs couldn't rouse Merlin, Freya started to worry. She served the food onto two plates, grabbed cutlery and headed back to their bedroom. She frowned when she saw that Merlin had not even moved from his spot.

"I have breakfast," she said softly.

"I'm not hungry," Merlin replied. His voice sounded wrecked, like was holding back tears.

Freya sighed and placed his plate on the table next to their bed, and moved round to sit on her own side to eat. "You can't beat yourself up because you accidentally hurt me, Merlin," she said gently, taking a bite of egg. "Greater wizards than you have made greater mistakes, Merlin, and so have lesser wizards. Besides, you managed to heal it anyone, so please just eat for my sake. I don't want you getting ill."

"I'm not hungry," Merlin repeated.

Day 3:

"I'm worried about him," Freya said as soon as she stepped into Arthur's chambers. She had grown desperate and gone to Arthur and Gwen for help and support. "He accidentally used the wrong spell and hurt me a little, and now he won't use magic at all. I think it's making him ill."

"That would make sense," Arthur said thoughtfully. "He told me once that if he doesn't use at least one spell a day, he gets all worked up."

"How can I make him use magic?" Freya asked desperately. "He's not eating, he only sleeps when I join him, and I wish I could stay with him but I so badly need to get help."