500 Days of Freya (Merlin)

Avalon

Chapter 39

Warning/s: None.

Disclaimer: I don't own Merlin.

A/N: MY BROTHER JUST GOT ACCEPTED INTO THE SAME SECONDARY SCHOOL I'M IN I COULD NOT BE HAPPIER RIGHT NOW

Prompt: "Merlin visits Freya in Avalon sometime after she gave him Excalibur." – Aithusa Vase

An hour wasn't enough time for either of them; what was an hour for two people in love when everyone else had years together? It wasn't fair, but it was the best that they could have, given the circumstances.

Freya was always careful to rest, eat and generally make herself as energetic as possible for their meetings, and Merlin would never dream of doing anything different either. When they finally met on the beach of the Lake of Avalon, they would spend the entire time talking about everything and anything that had happened. Freya was full of news about what was happening down in her kingdom, and Merlin was always able to provide a tale of some magical creature.

This time, though, was different. Between the single hour they got every month (and they only got that long because they were both extremely powerful magical beings with the power over life and death and Freya was the Queen of freaking Avalon) the times were lonely and difficult for them both.

Today, Merlin had a surprise for his lover. He waited for her to sit down and arrange her skirts comfortably, throwing her legs over his lap, before he handed her the small, coarse sack. She arched an eyebrow in a way that reminded him of Gaius (no, Gaius was not something he wanted to think about when he was with his girlfriend) before opening the sack and peering inside.

"Oh, it's pretty!" she said happily, although obviously a little confused. She pulled out the silver mirror, with an engraved back and a handle made to imitate ivy wrapping around a bough, and took an experimental look into it.

"We can talk to each other now," Merlin said quietly, his heart about to burst out of his chest. "I enchanted them – oh, I got one for myself as well – and now we can use them to see each other and talk, even when we're apart."

Freya was silent for a few minutes, and then she glanced up, her eyes brimming with tears. "You mean we can just...do this all of the time?" she asked, whispering as if she couldn't believe it. Knowing what Merlin had gone through when he had discovered the spell, it was a mixture of ecstasy and anxiety.

"Well, not all of the time, I have work and you have a kingdom to run on a different plane of existence," Merlin pointed out. "But whenever one of us is available to talk, the mirrors will sense it; then they'll glow golden rather than silver and the other person will know."

"Merlin," Freya whispered, stroking the mirror. "This is the best gift ever."

Merlin shrugged. "I know my stuff," he said archly, kissing the side of her head. "We still need to keep these meetings, though. I really need to see you in person every now and then."

Freya swung her legs off his lap, lying down on the pebbley sand. Her skirt automatically rode up to mid-thigh. "What kind of things do you need to do with me in person?" she asked, grinning, beckoning him over.

Merlin grinned and did, in fact, join her. "A few things," he murmured, and leant down to kiss her.

A/N: now I have a totally weird and kind of disgusting image of Merlin and Freya going at it on the beach but Freya disappears when the hour's up so Merlin's just kind of thrusting into thin air