500 Days of Freya (Merlin)

Proposal

Chapter 28

Warning/s: None

Disclaimer: I don't own Merlin.

A/N: I hope this is what the prompter wanted – I really enjoyed writing this, I seriously had so much fun and it honestly is one of the best things I think I've written. It's not as long as I hoped for it to be because I didn't want it to become too drawn out, but I still love it! I hope you guys do as well 3

Prompt: darklordess668 – "Merlin wants to propse to Freya but doesn't know how so he goes to Arthur for help."

The first try was an early morning. Merlin thought it would be romantic for Freya to roll over to kiss him good morning as she always did, and to be met with the gold band instead. Then Merlin would appear with a bunch of her favourite flowers and a bowl of strawberries, and they would laugh and rejoice together.

That wasn't quite how it happened.

To be fair, Merlin did try to do it on three separate occasions before giving up.

He failed right from the first hurdle when he tried it initially. He tried to slip out of bed, so he could plant the ring and scurry to fetch the flowers, but his foot became caught up in the bedsheets and he fell onto the floor with a crash.

He heard a cry from Freya and hurriedly hid the ring (currently on the floor, where it had landed when he had fallen) in his palm just as she appeared. "Are you alright?" she asked anxiously, crouching down beside him and stroking his hair.

"I'm fine," Merlin groaned. "Just fell out of bed when I was trying to get up, that's all."

"Idiot," Freya said affectionately, and bent down to kiss him on the cheek.

The second time, Merlin was hindered because Freya got up earlier than him.

He woke up to find her side of the bed empty, and when he made a sound of confusion, she answered back from behind her dressing screen, "I woke up early and decided I might as well get ready!"

Merlin smiled. One of Freya's rather lovable habits was how shy she was; although she was comfortable with her body around Merlin when the time was right, she refused to change in front of him at any other time. "I didn't get my kiss," he called back, stretching.

"You'll get it in a second," Freya giggled. She emerged from behind the screen in her navy blue dress, one that fitted so well that it always made Merlin rather protective over her. "What do you think? I am needed for a council meeting."

"You look as beautiful as ever, love," Merlin said truthfully, smiling when Freya clambered onto the bed to kiss him on the lips.

"I don't need to go for a little while yet, though," Freya grinned with a smirk, hitching up her skirts.

You couldn't really blame Merlin for getting distracted.

The third time was – well, Merlin wasn't quite sure how to describe it. Far too many things happened for it to be put down to one single event. It all started with the pig-boy, though.

It started off when Arthur had rushed into their chambers without knocking. Luckily, they weren't in the middle of anything intimate – like that one time before that everyone chose to just pretend never happened – but Merlin was in the middle of trying to conjure a piece of parchment into a dove.

The door flying open startled the sorcerer, and the parchment turned into an owl instead, which angrily flew around the roof, screeching all the while. "Arthur!" Merlin shouted exasperatedly. "What do you want?"