500 Days of Freya (Merlin)

Hormones

Chapter 43

Warning/s: I swear in the disclaimer

Disclaimer: I don't own Merlin. And I don't know shit about pregnancy

A/N: yo yo yo back w/ another chapter

Prompt: "Highly hormonal pregnant Freya." – Aithusa Vase

"Merlinnnnnn," Freya whined, pulling the covers up to her chin. Despite it being the middle of summer, she was perpetually cold now that she was pregnant. "Merrrrrrrliiiiiiiiiiin."

"Yes, love?" Merlin appeared at the top of the stairs, clutching a thick book on transformation. "What's wrong?"

"I missed you," she said pitifully, and extended her arms in a request for a hug. Merlin accepted and kissed the top of her head, when Freya suddenly pushed him away. "Go 'way," she sulked, rolling over onto her side. "Don't want you. You're the one who got me into this situation."

Merlin smiled fondly at his wife. He was well used to her mood swings by now. "I'll come back in a couple of hours to see how you're feeling," he called over his shoulder.

"Nooooooooo!" came the reply. "Never return."

"Do I have to go to the banquet?" Freya asked petulantly, sitting on the edge of her bed. She was still clad in her nightgown, having refused for several days now to dress properly.

Merlin nodded. "The visiting nobles are here, we have to go. Only for a couple of hours, though." His wife sighed and slid off the bed, rubbing the bump protruding from her nightgown. She glared down at it, poking it lightly.

"It better be a girl," she told Merlin crossly. "After all this."

In the end, Freya made herself respectful and even did her hair up. All the while, she muttered to Merlin threateningly about what she was going to do to him if this child wasn't a girl, and Merlin was glad to leave. He could only hear so many various forms of torture before becoming slightly bored.

The banquet was as boring as ever, and Freya kept Merlin occupied by happily telling him about all the wonderful advantages of having a son. "But I thought you wanted a girl earlier?" he asked her, confused. "You were angry about it."

"Well, now I want a son," Freya beamed. "Oh look, everyone's dancing? Can we go now?"

Merlin nodded, still bemused by the rapid change in his wife's moods, and both of hem quietly slipped out. Freya took off her shoes once they were outside the doors and skipped all the way back to their rooms, complaining steadily but cheerfully about the ache in her ankles.

"I'm glad you're feeling better," Merlin yelled once he caught up with her, shouting so she could hear him from across the room.

"I'm not happy," Freya screeched from upstairs. "I'm crying, Merlin! Why are you so terrible at being a husband?"

Merlin sighed heavily and rubbed his face. This was going to be a long pregnancy.

Freya had been stomping around all day, scaring several of the more timid servants around the castle and alarming Merlin so much when she returned that he dropped the bowl of strawberries he had conjured for her.

"Oh," she gasped, her hard expression falling when she saw what he'd done. "You made me something even though I've been horrible lately."

"It's not your fault," Merlin reminded her gently. "It's because of the baby."

Later that night, Merlin woke up to find Freya straddling his hips. "What are you doing?" he asked sleepily, yawning. "Are you okay?"

"I'm fine," Freya murmured, reaching down to his lap. Suddenly it dawned on Merlin that he was trouserless and that Freya had shed her nightdress.

"Freya, you don't..."

"Don't tell me I'm not up to it," she huffed. "Just pleasure me, the Gods know that I need it."

Five minutes later, she was weeping on Merlin's shoulder because "I've gained so much weight!"

Merlin felt an odd mixture of frustration, despair, sympathy and disappointment at that moment.

"I think I'll be having this child soon," Freya mused as she ate her breakfast that morning.

"Thank the Gods," Merlin muttered.

"What?"

"I said 'I can't wait'."

A/N: anyone know any good animes?