#merlin/freyja

[marmotish]

I’m remembering that pic with Freyja emerging from a lake with Excalibur and now I’m headcanoning that she probably accidentally apparated in the lake during one of her unwanted time/dimension shifts, and just grabbed the sword bc she has no idea what dangers await on the surface as she swims up.

Cue her being confused by the group of young men worshipping her as the Lady of the Lake—? Wait why are they taking her sword? She found it first. Huh. Merlin looks nothing like his immortalized painted depictions. Guys. Really. She isn’t the Lady of the— aaaaaaand Lancelot looks like an older Francis. Well, rats. Now she’s feels obligated to stay, at least long enough to convince her adopted son Francelot—er, Lancis—*ahem* that swooning after married queens is the worst thing he could do in his spare time and make sure he behaves. In fact, does he have to be a knight? Surely he could put his skills into something safer, like bakery or farming? Sure, it’s not glorious, but it’s fine work that brings an honest wage that people appreciate more than knights chasing after dragons and the like. Knights are totally contributing to collateral damages to crops, anyway, with their “heroic quests.”

Bonus: she actually is related to The Lady of the Lake, or she’s related to Mordred/Morgana. She is not pleased in either of these options.

I’ve officially decided that time travel AU is part of Freyja’s canon timeline because a) it’s fun and b) it gives a lot more freedom creatively in terms of what she’s up to between graduation in 1991 and 1996, between 18 and 23 years of age.

Her appearance in medieval Britain is her third uncontrolled time shift, which occurred after falling off the Titanic in 1912.

After getting Excalibur taken off her by King Arthur, she is taken aside by Merlin who, with his powers of prophecy and visions of the future, had been expecting her. Freyja had to explain that she wasn’t a water fairy, rather a witch with a terrible grasp on time travel. She believes there’s nobody better equipped to help her with her time travel woes than the most famous and most powerful wizard of all time.

She spends a couple of years in this time period, learning all she can from Merlin. Who turns out to be quite different from what she was taught at school. A trickster and shapeshifter, he takes on the appearance of whatever he feels will be most advantageous. Appearing as a wise old man in the court of Camelot more easily gives off the impression of years of experience and knowledge in the eyes of Muggles. His next most common form to take is that of a talking blackbird, in reference to his name.

As part of her role as Lady of the Lake, she is involved in the care of young Lancelot. She teaches and guides as best she can, given she is only about 20-21 at the time. She’s all too painfully aware of Lancelot’s future concerning his doomed affair with Guinevere, and right up until she’s tasked with taking him to Camelot at the age of “18” (he’s actually 15), she’s trying to talk him out of becoming a knight.

[godsofhumanity]

Huitzilopochtli: I warn you, I've been training to kill since birth. Freyja: Wow, and how long have you been training to be a prat? Huitzilopochtli: You can't address me like that. Freyja: Sorry. How long have you been training to be a prat, my lord?

[sukkerroer]

I'm here to show everyone the Power of Pink!

Or— Well, something of that sort. Ms. Opal wanted me to say that.

As you may presume, I am the Gym Leader of Ballonlea, Bede Morganna. I've made it a goal of mine to prove the strength of Fairy Types, or as Ms. Opal would have me say, the power of Pink. We're here to show the world our colour.

I'm going on my fifth year as Gym Leader, now. Despite my... dubious origins, I have come a long ways. I'm proud to represent the Ballonlea Gym, and to carry on Ms. Opal's legacy. If you're curious about my team, they're below the cut.

I've not much else to say. If you see my "friends" on the news again, please let me know. I'll go get them. If you have any questions, do send them.

hey it's @wandering-lane again. I'm impulsive. ANYWAYS.

I made the divider myself btw! Tumblr ate the quality though :')

Sooo I made a Bede blog. Uhhh. Yeah.

General things about the blog—

Plaintext for his Team's name:

Mawile- Calypso Gardevoir- Circe Rapidash- Merlin Sylveon- Freyja Hatterene- Hecate

This is set five years after the events of swsh (sword in particular). If you've seen @unbeatable-champ around, this is the same universe. Just. Timeskip. This means that Bede is twenty-one here. Also the same universe as @tyruntposting !!! Hi Moons :3

He is part of my somewhat-rewrite of SWSH so he is a bit canon-divergent. Yayyy!

I'm not going to say too much here, just because of spoilers and whatnot, but yknow. Hey. Have fun. Mess with him. He's one of my favourites which means I enjoy making him suffer.

This blog doesn't really have many general warnings. On occasion it may touch subjects of child abuse and manipulation, though. All in the past!

General rules-

Pelipper mail is ON!

Magic anons are OFF!

Anything NSFW is a no. Mildly suggestive is fine, but keep it reasonable or I will block you.

[apinchofm]

BBC Merlin: Arthur has a Stag night and everyone ends up in jail. Gwen is in the next cell with her hen night guests.

Arthur groaned, resting his head against the station wall. The drinks were beginning to hit him and whilst he had a strong tolerance, mixing alcohol was never a good idea.

Or perhaps the fact that he and his friends had been arrested.

Leon was handing telling Gwaine to stop pacing as Merlin removed the last feather from Elyan's clothes.

"I tried calling Percy, but no answer. He sleeps like the dead."

"I need to call Gwen." Arthur realises, his headache now insignificant.

"She's going to kill us." Leon remarked and Arthur glared at him.

"Morgana will kill us. Her and her schedule for tomorrow,"

"What's important about tomorrow?" Gwaine, still very drunk asked.

"My wedding, you prick!" Arthur snapped and ignored the glare he received from the duty officer. He didn't know whether to call his lawyer or Gwen. He can handle his lawyer hating him, but missing his wedding because some Constable wanted to prove a point.

"Arthur?"

"Arthur?"

Great, now he was hearing Gwen's voice in his head. He didn't want to see her big beautiful brown eyes disappointed in him.

"Gwen?" Merlin exclaimed, seeing her and her hen group being escorted by two officers. Only Morgana had been handcuffed and they were taken off.

Arthur lifted himself off the wall upon seeing Gwen, his fiancé exhausted and shocked, holding her heels in another hand.

"Guinevere?"

"Arthur?"

"Morgana?"

"Arthur."

"Freyja?"

"Gwaine!"

"What happened?" Arthur asks. The last thing he expected was Gwen to do something to end up in a police station. Then he glared at his sister, "What did you do?"

"Fuck off, Arthur." Morgana said with an eye roll, "It's not my fault. It's not even Gwen's."

"Well, we went out for dinner and then this club and this guy and his friends started acting up. Some prick named Cenred," Freyja explained, "And then-"

"Gwen showed him!" Morgana chimed in proudly, "Punched him in the face."

Gwen groans, embarrassed as Arthur pulls her into a tight hug, chuckling, "I hate violence, but he was just in Morgana's face and then he was being rude..." She explained, so embarrassed.

"Guinevere, I cannot wait to marry you." Arthur said, pressing a kiss to her forehead and taking her right hand and kissing her bruised knuckles.

"Can't believe that my sister is a heavyweight champ," Elyan quipped and everyone buckled.

They were all soon released without charge (Morgana called the lawyer) and the two groups walking out of the police station. Arthur kept his arm wrapped around Gwen.

"Why are you guys in here?" Gwen asked innocently, "Did something bad happen?"

All the lads looked around, wary. Because how does one truly explain Gwaine accidentally stealing a lamb?

[sigyns-drafts]

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Ror!Thor x Fem!Sif reader(A kiss under the evening sun)

Ror!Hermes x NB! Human reader (Enchanting music of the night)

In whistling spirits can be growth (Hades x Persephone)

With an Honorary status, beware the rubble (Odin, Loki, Sigyn, Angrboda)

The unlikely jackal-headed companion (Ror!Anubis x fem!reader)

Bonding by the Nile (Smite!Sobek & Neith)

With parental aid, my cycle's dread will fade (Hel!Reader with Loki and Sigyn)

Slumber in the Divine Boardroom (Gn!Reader x ror!Hades x Buddha x Loki x Poseidon)

Secret crushes and seashells (Ror poseidon x oc)

You remind me so much of him (ror buddha x fem!reader)

[gatekeeper-of-witchcraft]

Heathenry UPG

LONG post, if you’re not interested in my spiritual ramblings move along

I was having some reflections on my walk in the woods the other day and I know I neeed to record myself when I do and put it to paper but here’s some of it

Metaphor

to preface, (and all of these are my personal interpretations and upg) I see much of the eddas as metaphors, with the aesir representing patriarchal society, vanir-matriarchal, and the jotun as the (majority female) forces of nature. the aesir-vanir war represent the original patriarchal invasions against matriarchal societies. the aesir’s constant battles against the jotnar represent man’s constant struggle to conquer and subdue nature. ragnarok represents nature eventually overtaking and destroying humankind (which I think is fair. the planet was here long before our species and will be long after, and the existence of our species is a blink of an eye on a cosmic scale, let alone the existence of civilization, let alone patriarchal civilization). if you really wanna get esoteric with it, surtr’s fire could represent the sun going red giant and consuming the earth itself.

further, odin and loki represent much of men’s attempts to usurp female-only spiritual and magical practices (this we do have historical documentation of - piggybacking off of what I’ve learned from marija gimbutas and merlin stone), though from two different strata of male society.

Odin and Magic

odin is the “upper class” male - he attempts to usurp female power by “marrying” matriarchal leaders or priestesses (often one in the same) (frigg, often theorized to be cognate with freyja - both are magic users) to gain legitimacy. he is supposedly the only male who can practice seidr (a female-only magical practice) without being ergi (this doesn’t somehow make him a “genderfluid” or “q***r” figure btw, but shows an attempt to usurp female power). it’s notably that even though he can supposedly perform seidr, he still needs to employ the services of a volva to achieve what he cannot. he attempts to learn magic by mimicking a female-only experience, by “hanging” (often interpreted as from a noose, though this isn’t directly attested - represents the umbilical cord) from the world tree for nine days and nights (the nine months of pregnancy). in doing this he misses the forest for the trees. while women have dominion over both life and (regenerative) death, men can only exert control over life through (destructive, non-regenerative) death.

because of this, galdr is interpreted to be a more masculine form of magic, more appropriate for men to practice, though we know odin isn’t the only one with knowledge of the runes (disclaimer - I know galdr means chanting/singing, but is often associated w the runes). in sigrdrifumal, we know the valkyrie sigrdrifa has similar knowledge of the runes that we hear in the havamal. this has been attributed to the valkyries “serving” odin, but it’s more likely that they serve freyja, leader of the valkyries, and come to knowledge of the runes/magic through her. I posit that she first came to knowledge of the runes through the primordial norns, who sit at the base/beneath a root of the world tree and either spin or carve humans’ fates (I theorize they first made the runes from the branches or roots of the tree at urd’s well (wells and bodies of water have a long history of womb symbolism)), likely through a similar process that odin tried to mimic - when she was born, or first gave birth (I’m more inclined to the former; this puts the norns in a sort of “fairy godmothers” position, and puts less emphasis on women needing to give birth in order to access magic; we are able to do so through our femaleness alone).

this doesn’t even touch on the story of his theft of the mead of poetry (both brewing and honey/bees long associated with women) from gunnlod, and the (imo) rape metaphor in that story. odin’s “knowledge” of the runes, whether stolen, made up, or as a patriarchal write-in to begin with, is both illegitimate and not unique.

Loki

loki also represents a male attempt to usurp female-only spiritual and magical practices, though from a different societal strata than odin. he represents the “lower class” male - his attempts come more through subterfuge and female mimicry than through odin’s methods of “marriage” and domination. he is jotun, not aesir, after all, though I hold him separate from the other jotun in their symbology as forces of nature. he also attempts to do so my mimicking female-only or female-majority experiences; transformation/shape shifting, which goddesses like freyja are able to do regularly. shapeshifting has a long history of association with goddesses and female figures, and I theorize that this is because our bodies change regularly, all the time, throughout our cycle, to say nothing of the radical change your body undergoes during pregnancy. odin is also known to shapeshift. loki needs to “borrow” (read: steal) objects of power from goddesses more than once; freyjas cloak, ran’s net.

in addition to shapeshifting, loki “gives birth” (once again, like with odin, this doesn’t make him some sort of genderfluid or q***r figure) not once but twice; once by transforming into a mare with svaldilfari, and once in hyndluljod in the prose edda by devouring a woman’s heart, if you take the prose edda into account. beastiality and cannibalism. like odin’s hanging, perversions of the practices they’re trying to mimic.

another piece of evidence of this attempted mimicry comes from, imo, skadi’s story. in it, loki attempts to make her laugh by tying his testicles to a goat. merlin stone has a great section in when god was a woman that goes into the pattern of castration myths. it could be that this is a softer patriarchal rewrite of loki’s outright castration by skadi (the goat is another female symbol - see the language of the goddess - though not as often in norse myth specifically), likely in punishment for any number of slights (his role in killer her father, his role in the kidnapping of another goddess, his sexism - see lokasenna, his attempts to usurp female practices). what’s interesting here is that in later times (post matriarchies), we see male priests in previously female-only or female-dominated goddess temples castrating themselves, which has also been interpreted as an attempt to mimic the priestesses (and postmodernly interpreted as a form of transgenderism). it’s notable that loki is punished again by skadi later on; she is the one that hangs the serpent over loki’s head to drip venom onto his face, serpents being another ancient goddess symbol.

Ragnarok

All of this to preface that I think it’s fitting that in Ragnarok, odin and thor are devoured by fenrir and jormungandr respectively. I could make a whole other post about the numerous reoccurrences of wolves and snakes throughout norse myth and their associations with female jotnar, and whole books have been written on the ancient female/goddess symbolism of the snake, though imo, less on the wolf, both of which have undergone shifts to being associated with men, masculinity and male “god”. to make a long story short, the wolf and serpent are a duality, the wolf representing death and the underworld, and the snake representing life and death, but particularly, the regenerative process of death.

odin is devoured by fenrir, the wolf, death. this is fitting given his fear of death and attempts to conquer it - the apples of idunn giving the aesir eternal youth. his fear of death is ironic, given common attestations as a “god of death” and a psychopomp, able to travel between the worlds (arguably something the volva can do via seidr). death is unavoidable and a part of life, but we see even today a strong human fear of death and frantic attempts to slow or obscure the process of aging. this fear is further bolstered by the fact that he takes half the dead slain in battle (war and conquest being strongly patriarchal) to live in his home in valholl (where they get to maintain their patriarchal power and status by being “served” by the valkyries) instead of helheim, where those who have died naturally go, presided over by a goddess.

thor is devoured by jormungandr, the world serpent. this is fitting given thor’s associations with both war and his constant battles with the jotnar. like I said before, I believe this symbolizes man’s constant struggle against the forces of nature and his attempts to subdue and conquer it. war, as previously stated, is a strongly patriarchal practice and relates to man’s only means of “control” over life - through death and slaughter, the kind that is not constructive or regenerative. conversely, the serpent represents both life and death and it’s cyclical nature, the shedding of its skin and rise from hibernation (or in reptiles’ case, brumation) to give birth to the new. thor is often said to be a “protector” of mankind, but it is jormungandr who encircles the earth and protects it. it is nature fighting back against man’s/thor’s attempts to subdue it. it’s also notable that thor is odin’s son, the next in his patriarchal line.

this isn’t even touching on originally goddess-centric symbols of storms and lightning, which thor takes on. storm and sky deities were some of the first to be changed from female to male in patriarchal times, though we see remnants of this in “lesser” female spirits like the valkyries and some jotnar (and in other mythologies).

Conclusion?

I guess there’s not really a conclusion to this, just some of how I interpret the myths and what they mean to me, and could have possibly meant pre- or post- patriarchy, what themes I see them reflect given my research. I could go into more of my reflections on the goddesses (particularly skadi, the norns, gullveig, angrboda, nerthus, sol, the valkyries), but this is already long enough and that’s a post for another day.

[adarafaelbarba]

Who do I write for?

Law and Order SVU and other Law and Order shows

Sonny Carisi

Rafael Barba

Mike Dodds

Nick Amaro

Kat Tamin

Peter Stone

Hasim Khaldun

Grace Muncy

Rita Calhoun

Toni Churlish

Joe Velasco

Mike Duarte

Jamie Whelan

Bobby Reyes

Nolan Price

Frank Cosgrove

Jet Slootmaekers

Samantha Maroun

Terry Bruno

~~~

Raúl Esparza Characters

Frederick Chilton

Bryan Kneef

Nevada Ramirez

Jackson Neill

Jonas Nightingale

~~~

Chicago PD

Jay Halstead (Could also be Will if you want)

Antonio Dawson

Adam Ruzek

Greg "Mouse" Gerwitz

Dante Torres

Vanessa Rojas

Kevin Atwater

Sean Roman

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Chicago Fire

Matt Casey

Kelly Severide

Joe Cruz

Sylvie Brett

Blake Gallo

Christopher Hermann

"Mouch"

Otis

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Marvel Cinematic Universe

Literally any of the Avengers

~~~

Mayans MC

Angel Reyes

Miguel

Bishop

Coco

Nestor

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A Discovery of Witches

Matthew

Diana

Baldwin (specify if you want old or new Baldwin)

Gallowglass

Marcus

Phoebe

Miriam

Dominico

Ransome

Geraldine

Philippe

Ysabeau

Louis

Louisa

Verin

Freyja

Stasia

Hugh

Godfrey

Sarah

Em

Peter

Gerbert

Benjamin

Father Hubbard

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Sherlock:

Greg Lestrade

Mycroft Holmes

Sherlock Holmes

Moriarty

Molly

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Kingsman:

Merlin

Harry

Whiskey

Eggsy

Roxy

Lancelot/James Spencer

Percival/Alastair

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The Rookie:

Lucy Chen

Tim Bradford

Celina Juarez

Aaron Thorsen

Nyla Harper

Angela Lopez

Wesley Evers

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911 / 911 lone star:

Athena Grant

Bobby Nash

Henrietta "Hen" Wilson

Evan "Buck" Buckley

Eddie Diaz

Howie "Chimney" Han

Ravi Panikkar

T.K. Strand

Owen Strand

Carlos Reyes

Marjan Marwani

Paul Strickland

Tommy Vega

Judson "Judd" Ryder

Grace Ryder

Nancy Gillian

Mateo Chavez

[starcloud-nova]

Complete list of my OCs

You guys can send asks about any of these characters, something specific or just ask for a fact in general. Not every character is as developed though (side-eyeing Jacob and Amelie) but I should have a little something for everyone!

The Siblings:

Sachi Kojima (she/her) (16), sapphic

codename: Scapegoat

Kazuki Kojima (he/him) (16), aroace

codename: Steel/[undecided]

Daiken Kojima (he/him) (21), bisexual

original codename: Moonstrike

current codename: Redpoint

Kaito Kojima (he/him) (11)

codename: Gear/[undecided]

Aika Kojima (she/her) (~20 months) (AU)

The IL:

Azarus “Azz” Adams (he/him) (17)

codename: Merlin

Lorena Inés “LS” Sauly (she/they) (19), pansexual

codename: Siren

Manha Latif (she/her) (15), queer

codename: Trebleclef

Kicks Hall (they/them) (18)

codename: Kicks

Rider "Stine" Locklan (he/him) (18)

codename: Will-o'-the-wisp

Amelie Espinosa (she/they) (19), pansexual

original codename: Torito

current codename: Mariposa

Jacob Myers (he/they) (20), gay

codename: Nightlight

Perria Dawson (she/her) (31), queer aromantic

codename: Delphi

Andromeda “Anna” Dawson (she/her) (6)

codename: Star

Other Junior Murderers Club members:

Maisie “Maze” Morian (she/her) (19) [deceased]

codename: Freyja

Brielle “Brii” Hayes (she/her) (21), lesbian

codename: Widow

James “Jamie” Moreno (he/him) (13) [deceased]

codename: Piccolo

The Dimension Girls:

Allison Brown (she/they) (19), bisexual

Imogen Tierney (she/her) (16), demiromantic asexual

Cosmic, aka “Cozy” (she/he OR they/them — undecided)

Sachi’s friends:

Anastasia “Anna” Morozova (she/they) (16), lesbian

Travis “Trey” Cook (he/him) (16)

Bianca “Bia” Armstrong (she/her) (15), sapphic [deceased]

tags: @catlady5001

[femmehysteria]

Hi ! Could you include Kendra, Freya and Izzy (I think you've already made a Isabella poll, though ?) in your polls ? They're great fun !

A few suggestions :

Freya - Smite

Freya - Merlin

Freya - God of War

Freya - Valkyrie Profile

Freyja Crescent - Final Fantasy IX

Izzy Lightwood - Shadowhunters

Izzy Moonbow - My Little Pony

Izzie Stevens - Grey's Anatomy

Izzy Hawthorne - Lightyear

Kendra Sorenson - Fablehaven

Kendra Saunders - DC Comics

Kendra Shaw - Battlestar Galactica

Kendra Dupree - Orphan Black

Thank you for the suggestions!

[ao3feed-stevebucky]

"In the Combat Between Wisdom and Feeling Wisdom Never Wins"

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by MoreThanAFeeling (Daretodream66)

Steve (Arthur) and Bucky (Merlin) have to come to terms with what they will need to do to defeat Mab.

Words: 11601, Chapters: 1/1, Language: English

Series: Part 2 of The Legend of Arthur

Fandoms: Captain America (Movies)

Rating: Mature

Warnings: No Archive Warnings Apply

Categories: M/M

Characters: Steve Rogers, James "Bucky" Barnes, Original Characters, Winifred Barnes, George Barnes (Marvel), Sarah Rogers (Marvel), Oberon, Titania, Darcy Lewis, Phil Coulson, Odin (Marvel), Frigga | Freyja (Marvel), Loki (Marvel), Thor (Marvel), Tony Stark, Natasha Romanov (Marvel), Clint Barton, Bruce Banner, Heimdall (Marvel), Children of Avalon, Queen Mab

Relationships: James "Bucky" Barnes/Steve Rogers

Additional Tags: Alternate Universe - Modern Setting, Alternate Universe - Soulmates, Alternate Universe - Fantasy, Alternate Universe - Magic, Legend of King Arthur, Blacksmith Bucky Barnes, College Professor Steve Rogers, Soul Bond, Magical Artifacts, King Arthur Steve Rogers, Merlin Bucky Barnes, True Love, Same-Sex Marriage, Knights Templar, All Female Knights, Protective Bucky Barnes, Protective Steve Rogers, Protective Oberon, Protective Sarah Rogers, Protective Titania, Protective George and Winnie Barnes, Steve Rogers Loves Bucky Barnes, Bucky Barnes Loves Steve Rogers, Tooth-Rotting Fluff, Romantic Fluff

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[ao3feed-ironhawk]

Begin again

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by Marie_64

A flash of green hits Dahlia Potter, splintering her soul and sending it through time. Growing up in the past prepares Dahlia to return to the present and fulfil her destiny.

Words: 1140, Chapters: 1/1, Language: English

Fandoms: Harry Potter - J. K. Rowling, Marvel Cinematic Universe

Rating: Not Rated

Warnings: No Archive Warnings Apply

Categories: F/M, M/M

Characters: Original Female Character(s), Original Potter Family Characters (Harry Potter), Tony Stark, Clint Barton, James "Rhodey" Rhodes, Avengers Team, Thor (Marvel), Loki (Marvel), Hela (Marvel), Frigga | Freyja (Marvel), Odin (Marvel), Salazar Slytherin, Godric Gryffindor, Helga Hufflepuff, Rowena Ravenclaw, Original Weasley Characters (Harry Potter), Original Greengrass Characters (Harry Potter), Original Malfoy Characters (Harry Potter), Original Longbottom Characters (Harry Potter), Original Zabini Characters (Harry Potter), Merlin (Harry Potter), Morgana | Morgan le Fay (Harry Potter), Arthur Pendragon, Sirius Black

Relationships: Tony Stark/Original Female Character(s), Clint Barton/Original Female Character(s), Clint Barton/Tony Stark, Clint Barton/Tony Stark/Original Female Character(s)

Additional Tags: Wrong Boy-Who-Lived (Harry Potter), Harry Potter Has a Twin, Hogwarts Founders Era, Heir of Hogwarts Founders, Major Original Character(s), Overpowered Harry Potter, Female Harry Potter, Time Travel

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[ao3feed-thor]

It was supposed to be a vacation

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by nlpiersee

Merlin returns to Earth to fulfill his promise to Loki to look after Odin. Instead of leaving him in the sketchy senior living facility, Merlin takes him on a trip across Europe, intent on letting him have the break he deserves before his time is over.

During one of their stops, they encounter a familiar face, that Merlin hasn't seen since he was first captured by Hydra during the war.

As Odin's time draws near, Merlin takes him to the old Norse homeland. He feels the spell he worked with Frigga to hold Hela start to come undone and prays that Loki and Thor find them before it's too late.

Words: 6082, Chapters: 1/1, Language: English

Series: Part 50 of Merlin and the Asgardians

Fandoms: Merlin (TV), Thor (Movies)

Rating: Not Rated

Warnings: Major Character Death, No Archive Warnings Apply

Categories: Gen, M/M

Characters: Merlin (Merlin), Odin (Merlin), Pepper Potts, Natasha Romanov (Marvel), James "Bucky" Barnes, Thor (Marvel), Loki (Marvel), Hela (Marvel)

Relationships: Merlin (Merlin) & Odin (Marvel), Frigga | Freyja/Odin (Marvel), Merlin (Merlin) & Thor (Marvel), Loki & Thor (Marvel), Loki (Marvel) & Merlin (Merlin), James "Bucky" Barnes/Merlin (Merlin), Hela & Loki & Thor (Marvel), Hela & Merlin, Pepper Potts & Merlin, Merlin (Merlin) & Natasha Romanov (Marvel)

Additional Tags: Pre-Thor: Ragnarok (2017), Canon Divergence - Thor: Ragnarok (2017), slightly canon divergent, Implied/Referenced Sex, Merlin is a Disaster (Merlin), merlin is still a slut for pretty men, Alternate Universe - Road Trip, Sort Of, Merlin misses out on Civil War, He's too busy having fun with Odin, Thor Needs a Hug (Marvel), Merlin Can't Catch a Break, Kidnapped Merlin (Merlin), Again, Some Emotional Hurt/Comfort

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[sukkerroer]

Oh my goodness, your Sylveon's name is Freyja? I absolutely adore that.

-@bella-of-ballonlea

That it is. All of my Pokémon are named after some sort of deity. Hecate, Circe, Calypso..

Well.. not Merlin, I suppose, but he's Merlin.

Freyja felt awful fitting what with her... cat-ness. And everything else aboutbher, frankly.

[fanficsaremylifeline]

Life wasn’t fair. Not that this was really news to Merlin; the universe had managed to screw him over at every turn imaginable.

First, something decides to give him magical powers. That should be considered a blessing, but no. What did it get him? Persecution, saving some clotpole-prat from everybody it seems and, if he wasn’t saving the prince’s backside, he got to scrub his boots, mend his knickers and muck out the stables.

And now Merlin was just supposed to continue working for that royal arse after he killed her? Granted, Arthur didn’t know about Merlin’s feelings. Then again, it’s not like he really knew anything about his manservant…

But Merlin didn’t care about that pompous prick right now. Merlin was above all heart-broken.

He had been ready to drop everything, leave Camelot behind for a simple life, a nice cottage by the lake, with mountains, a couple of cows and oh so many strawberries; just him and Freyja, living in peace. But that was just too much to ask, wasn’t it?

A knock on the door ripped Merlin out of his thoughts. Gaius poked his head through the door, shooting the young warlock some very pitiful looks.

“Gaius.”

“Merlin. How are you feeling?”

“I feel freaking fantastic”, Merlin deadpanned and sat up in his bed. “Let me guess, his royal highness needs help tying his shoes.” As aware as he was about how bitter he sounded, Merlin cared even less.

“I have informed Prince Arthur that you unfortunately have come down with a very nasty and infectious inflamation of the throat and will have to be kept isolated for three days.”

“Oh… Thank you. Why?”

“Well…” Gaius closed the door behind him and sat himself next to Merlin on the bed. “You might not have told me everything, but I do recognize a broken heart when I see one.”

“Is it that obvious?”

“To someone who knows you… I’m so sorry, I can only imagine what she meant to you.” He gently patted Merlin’s am and it took a lot for him to stop the tears from rolling down his cheek. “And you deserve to grief her.”

“Thank you, Gaius.”

“Just know I’m right there, if you need me.” With a warm smile, Gaius got up and left Merlin by himself again. Huh, with a guardian like Gaius, maybe the universe wasn’t all that cruel after all.

Day three of Merlin’s ‘quarantine’. He had snuck out early that morning, intend not to be caught by Gaius or any guard that would spare him more than just a fleeting glance.

And now he sat by the lakeside.

“Freyja, it’s me, Merlin. I miss you, I really do. A lot actually. Gaius was so kind to cover for me with Arthur so I could take some time off and so I came here. Felt like the natural choice, there’s mountains, the lake, I even brought strawberries!” He got a little wicker basket out of his satchel. “They’re delicious.”

“Listen, I’ve been thinking. It’s pretty much the only thing I did the last few days. What pains me the most is how that stupid destiny took our future away. And… I don’t want to lose what we could have had.”

“My mother told me about this ritual that developed over the years of persecution. There was no room, no possibility for proper hand-fasting. Those couples didn’t have any druids or priestesses around, there was no walking through fire, they were just not supposed to be united. All this ritual takes is a bracelet, just like this one.” Merlin got the metal band out of his satchel. “I know it’s nothing fancy. But we don’t need that. The way this ritual works is that once infused with magic, the band would be broken in two.” Merlin let his magic work. The bracelet shimmered golden, like his eyes, and broke into two pieces, leaving a jagged edge. “You see, this is like a jigsaw, only those two pieces will ever make a perfectly whole band again.”

Merlin stared down at his hands, one part of the cuff in each. He let the time pass him by, as he listened to the soft waves crashing against the rock he was sitting on and watched the sunlight bouncing off the bronze metal.

“I know this is silly, but… I don’t know, it feels like an opportunity to safe the bit of future we deserved. So…” With a deep breath and a wide smile, he put one half over his wrist. “Perfect fit”, he grinned.

He held the other half up, letting it float through the air, towards the middle of the lake. “In life as in death be forever one”, Merlin whispered as the first tears rolled down his cheek.

“In life as in death, be forever one”, he repeated a little louder. The band was by now hovering out on the lake, seemingly circling its destination.

“In life as in death”, Merlin repeated for the third and last time, “be forever one.” With that, the brass cuff dropped into the water.

Merlin didn’t stay much longer. After he had collected himself again and wiped the last tears off his face, he made his way back to Camelot.

If the lake suddenly started glowing in all the hues of gold, it didn’t last long enough for anybody who wasn’t intently staring at it to notice. Merlin had long since turned away though, halfway back in Camelot already. And even if he were still sitting by the lake, chances are he would not have noticed, for his current main concern was: How the hell was he supposed to explain to Gaius that he just married his dead girlfriend?

Naturally, Gaius had realized that Merlin had snuck out in the morning; as Merlin tiptoed back into the physician’s chambers, he was already awaited by his guardian. “Well, Merlin, it seems the quarantine is working out”, he remarked, barely looking up from the book of herbs he was currently invested in.

“I do actually feel a little better.” Merlin sat himself down opposite Gaius and shot him a contrite smile. “I am sorry for sneaking out.”

“I understand. Just leave me a note next time, will you?”

“Of course.”

“Good. By the way, both Gwen and Morgana have asked about your well-being. So has the prince, though unlike the girls he did not wish you the best.”

“Of course he didn't”, Merlin scoffed with a shake of his head. “Luckily I’ll be back to helping that prat getting dressed tomorrow. Wallowing in self-pity is not going to do me any good and it would probably be best if I keep myself busy.”

“Wise choice”, the man nodded and locked eyes with Merlin. “Are you going to tell me where you went?”

“I was just out”, Merlin shrugged in answer, “had to just… you know?”

“If by 'you know’ you mean getting married…”, Gaius remarked and nodded at the brass bracelet on Merlin’s wrist.

Of course, Gaius would notice right away… “Are you mad because you weren’t invited?” Maybe this conversation would go by easier or faster, if Merlin could joke his way through it.

Gaius gave a soft chuckle. “I am not, since not even the bride was invited…”

“It’s not like that”, Merlin defended his action. “It’s… It’s a long story. In short, this:”, he held the cuff out to Gaius, “is a memory of a future that died with Freyja.”

“It might not be what you want to hear right now, but one day you will love someone like that again.”

“That’s not what I mean.” He took a deep breath, trying to collect his thoughts. “I will never be able to have this. Destiny’ll always make sure of that. We tried, we did, but in the end Arthur and that damn destiny will always get in the way of that.” Merlin sank back in the chair and wiped a tear that made its way down his cheek off his face. “This handfasting ritual was for people that couldn’t be together, that weren’t supposed to be together.” Merlin traced the jagged edge of the band and a small smile tugged at the corners of his mouth. “At least this way I can be connected to her and at least keep the vision of what could have been alive.”

“That sounds like a wonderful way to honour Freyja and your relationship.”

Merlin looked up and met Gaius’ gaze. The older man smiled widely, but his eyes were so much sadder for it.

“Yeah…”

“Well, I suggest you go off to bed now. As of tomorrow you will be no longer contagious and required to go back to work.”

Work. Right. As in slaving around for the guy that killed his wife. No, Merlin was not in the mood for a debate about right and wrong, so he better keep that thought to himself. “You’re right”, he agreed instead. “If I know that clotpole, he’ll have me work thrice as hard to make up for missing work…. Good night, Gaius.”

Just before he closed the bedroom door behind him, Merlin put his head through one last time. “And Gaius?”

The physician had already given his attention back to the book in front of him, with the sound of Merlin’s voice he looked up once more. “Yes, Merlin?”

“Thank you.” With a small smile, Merlin closed the door and disappeared in his room.

And, for the first time in days, Merlin even managed to sleep soundly.

***

Arthur was the worst. Was it too much to ask for a friendly: “Good morning, are you feeling better?” Instead, Merlin got a “you’re late. Hurry, my coat needs cleaning before this afternoon’s knighting ceremony.”

“Hello Arthur, it is nice to see you, too.” With an eyeroll, Merlin grabbed the coat and thusly started an excruciatingly long day of slaving around for Prince clotpole. What was nice though, was every time he ran into Gwen or Morgana, both of whom were concerned about his health and were very happy to see him up and running.

As he trotted back to his chamber at the end of the day, he could just fall asleep standing. If Gaius hadn’t kept talking on him during dinner, Merlin would probably have keeled over snoring. And with his luck, he’d probably have landed in the bowl of soup in front of him.

“You have been on a break for three days. How are you already out of practice?”, Gaius wondered.

“Because the prince is a sadistic… prat.” Merlin would have said worse, but he was currently too tired to think of fitting insults.

“It’s hard to argue with destiny…”

“No”, Merlin shot back, “we can discuss this in the morning when my brain doesn’t have the structural integrity of Prince Arthur’s ego.”

He waved lazily at Gaius as he headed into his room and leaned against the closed door inside.

“Finally, you are home! I’ve been waiting all day long!”

Merlin had to be dreaming. It was the only explanation as to why he saw Freyja sitting on his bed.

“That’s not fair.” Merlin just shook his head. “It’s just not fair.”

“What isn’t?”

“That I keep on seeing you everywhere!” He tried not to cry out in frustration; he didn’t exactly want Gaius to have a front-row seat to his hallucinations. All day long, wherever he was, whatever he did, Freyja was always right there and it drove Merlin mad with sadness.

“So let me get this straight. You don’t want me around?”

“I want Freyja around!” He looked up at the figure on his bed, “But it’s not like you are her…”

“Oh really?”, she grinned, “then why did you marry me?” She held up her arm and traced the cuff on her wrist.

“Since you’re only a figment of my imagination, you damn well know.” Merlin was done with this. The sooner he’d fall asleep, the sooner she’d disappear. So he just dropped on the mattress, as far from her as he could and buried himself into his pillow. “Just let me sleep.”

***

When Merlin woke up the next morning, Freyja was still there, sitting beside his bed. “Good morning!”, she greeted him with a smile. “Did you sleep well?”

“Oh, you got to be kidding me”, Merlin groaned as he glanced through half-open eyes. “What are you still doing here?”

“Putting you out of your misery.”

“Fine”, he shrugged. “Just give me a quick death.”

“Merlin. I’m really here. You’re not imagining me.” She slipped the bracelet off her wrist. “In life as in death. Forever one.”

“Wait…” Suddenly wide awake, Merlin sat up, very aware that his mouth was gaping wide open. He pulled the cuff off his own wrist and put the two together. Perfect fit. Undoubtedly the cuff he threw in the lake.

“Freyja?”

“Hi Merlin”, she smiled. “You can’t touch me”, she explained as he made a motion to move. “I’m still dead, I’m just my ghost.”

“Oh.” Merlin leaned back, not quite sure what to make of this very situation.

“Yeah…” She put the cuff back on her wrist. “You’re also the only one that can see me.”

Merlin was admittedly lost for words.

“Yeah, it’s a lot to take in, I get that”, she admitted. “I can leave, if it’s too much.”

“No, no, no, don’t go”, Merlin was quick to answer. “I… I just need a moment. So, the ritual…”

“It bound us together, our souls that is.” Freyja scooted closer; if she was more than a spirit, their feet would be touching. “It’s a beautiful thing that you did. And not just because it brought me back; sort of at least.”

“If I had known that would happen, I’d have done it sooner.” He felt a little flush creeping over his cheeks.

“Before or after we’d have run off together?”

Merlin could just snickered back at that. “I believe it would have been the perfect way to christen our new lakeside home.”

“That does sound pretty perfect.”

“Right? If it weren’t for that stupid Emrys-Albion destiny…”

“Hey”, she interrupted him with the softest smile. “Destiny is not what our relationship is about.” Gently, she put her hand over his and Merlin could have sworn he felt her touch. “Our relationship is about the mountains, living by a lake, a few fields with a couple of cows and gorging ourselves with strawberries.” At that, she started to giggle and it was the most beautiful sound Merlin had ever heard; he couldn’t help but smile along.

“I mean, that’s what this represents, right?” Freyja first traced her bracelet, before tracing Merlin’s. “A symbol for this little world that’s only for us; where you’re not some burdened warlock and I’m not a cursed killing machine…”

“Where we can be just Freyja and Merlin”, he finished the train of thought.

“We can still have that. Right now, it’s just us. And sure, Gaius will probably soon come stomping through that door, asking if you plan on sleeping all day long, but I’m not going anywhere. If we can’t leave Camelot, fine. We’ll just create our own lakehouse moments. Even if it will include so much less strawberries than I hoped for”, she added with a skew grin.

“I love you.” It was all, Merlin managed to beam at Freyja who blushed a little and beamed right back. “I love you, too.”

“Alright.” Eventually, Merlin managed to break away from staring into the beautiful blue eyes. “I think I should get going, before Arthur and Gaius drag me out.”

“Good call. Do you mind me tagging along?”

“Not at all”, Merlin grinned, “I’d love that!”

“Great! Let’s get some work done, then.”

***

“You seem awfully chipper today”, Arthur remarked after a while.

Merlin looked up from the boot he was scrubbing, to see the prince paying him more attention than the maps he was brooding over. “I have no idea what you mean”, he shrugged, trying to look nonchalant and ignoring Freyja, sitting on the desk and pulling funny faces at the prince.

“Of course you don't”, Arthur grumbled, looking back on his maps.

“Aw”, Freyja cooed, “he’s adorable when he’s grumpy.” She jumped off the table and glanced over the prince’s shoulders. “But I really don’t get why he’s so obsessed; he is aware that no matter how hard he stares, the maps won’t change?”

Merlin had to bite down hard to keep from snorting out a laugh and pulled all his focus on the boots in front of him.

It was quiet for a little while, a silence that Arthur broke with a loud yell.

“WHAT?” Merlin jumped up, looking around the room for whatever was trying to kill him – this time finding a giggling Freyja and a very startled Arthur.

“What did you do?”, Merlin asked her.

“What do you mean, what I did?”, Arthur answered instead. “What did you do?”

Fine, then he’ll deal with the Prince first. “I was sitting here, scrubbing your boots, so let me paraphrase: what has you frightened?”

“That’d be me!”

“I’m not frightened!”, they answered in unison.

“Of course you’re no. Does that mean I can get back to my chores now?” Merlin didn’t wait for an answer, he just dropped back on the ground.

Over the course of the next fifteen minutes, Merlin tried to ignore Arthur jerking, jumping and getting more and more worked up. Well, if the Prince wasn’t going to admit he was freaking out, Merlin wouldn’t interfere. Besides, he knew Arthur wasn’t in danger, that it was just Freyja. His curiosity did rise though, as to what she did to have him freak out.

“Right.” Arthur got up, looking very startled, but tried to play over it. “I’m gonna… yeah.” He barely looked at Merlin as he made for the door. “Just finish… Alright then.” With that, the heavy wooden door closed behind Arthur.

Merlin waited until the Prince’s steps went silent, before he allowed his grin to break through. “Alright, what did you do?”

“Nothing bad”, Freyja grinned back. “I just improved the maps a little bit.” As if by a gush of wind, the papers floated off the table and landed right in front of Merlin. It was a map of Camelot; not the way Merlin remembered it, though. The whole thing was ornamented with tendrils, flowers and even a drawing of a rabbit. “I mean, you’re really good at drawing”, he chuckled. “You don’t have to share a piece of paper with Arthur, though.”

“But it is so much more fun!”, she laughed, “especially when he has no idea what is going on.”

“Can’t argue with that logic. I might just check on Prince Scaredy-Cat, knowing him he’s gonna take it out on me.” With a roll of his eyes, Merlin scrambled to his feet.

“Can I come, too?” Something mischievous glinted in Freyja’s eyes and Merlin wasn’t sure he was going to like where this was going.

“Will you be making my life harder by screwing with the crown prince?”

“Merlin, he killed me. I think I deserve to.”

“I get your point”, Merlin admitted. “And what kind of husband would I be if I didn’t support your quest for vengeance?” With a grin, he held his arm out to her.

“You do realize I can’t actually link my arm with yours.”

He did, now. It was weird, how easy it was to forget that Freyja was in fact dead and that he could not touch her. He dropped his arm again, catching his face from falling a little too late.

“Nah, don’t be sad”, she tried cheering him up. “At least this way nobody can take me away from you.” Freyja offered him a warm smile, it didn’t reach her eyes, though.

“Sorry.” He sat next to her on Arthur’s bed; if she were corporal form, they’d be touching. “I’m the one being melancholic, while you’re actually dead. That’s not fair to you.”

“None of this is fair to either of us. But it’s the best we can do in a bad situation.”

“You’re really smart.”

“Well”, she laughed, “I feel like some quip along the lines of 'death grants you perspective’ would be appropriately macabre…”

“Yeah… Come on, let’s look for the royal clotpole.”

***

Merlin seldomly had to practice restraint as he did this afternoon. To work off any anxiety Arthur might have experienced (not that he’d outright admit to it, but Merlin knew him well enough to recognize the small bit of fear Arthur tried to hide) the prince went to practise with a maze. And the target was obviously Merlin.

“First he kills me, then he beats up my husband?” Freyja was not amused to say the least. And so she let him have it. She started small, moving a branch or a rock just in time, so Arthur would trip over it. After the third time it was getting almost impossible to feign sincere worry about the Prince’s well-being. It would also be easier to deal with, if Freyja didn’t do a little victory dance every time she managed to drop Arthur on his behind.

The prince on the other hand got more and more frustrated, flustered and embarrassed, which in turn found its outlet in the intensity of his jabs and hits.

“Come on, Merlin!”, he moaned after the warlock shied away from a blow that would have definitely bruised his arm. “What are you, chicken?”

“Oh, I’ll show you who’s chicken!”, Freyja yelled, jumped off the fence she had been sitting on. She winked at Merlin and instantaneously he felt a gush of wind that sent shivers down his spine.

“What was that?” Yes, Merlin had to admit the if he couldn’t see Freyja, he’d be freaked, too. But it was just so hilarious!

“I have no idea what you mean”, Merlin shrugged, trying his all to sound innocent.

Before Arthur got the chance to – probably – be mean, all hell broke loose. It was announced by the cry of the rooster and before either of them knew what was going on, an entire cluster of chickens circled Arthur, gawking excitedly; the little chicks were even brave (or dumb) enough to peck at Arthur’s boots.

And the Prince lost it. “MERLIN! Get these things off me!” He tried batting and kicking at the poultry, but Freyja herded them well enough so they didn’t leave his side.

“MERLIN!”

“Yes, sire.” Merlin could almost taste blood, he bit that hard on his tongue to keep from snorting with laughter. What did Arthur think Merlin could do against a wild group of chicken? So he shot Freyja a pleading look and after a dramatic eyeroll, she agreed. “Fine. I’ll get him back some way that doesn’t get you in trouble. Pretty amazing wife”, she added with a grin and barely a moment later, the chicken trotted off in single file, except for the chicks which ran behind their mothers in a very uncoordinated zigzag.

“You’re the best”, Merlin smiled at Freyja. Fortunately, the Prince was too busy staring after the poultry with a wide gaping mouth to realize Merlin was talking to his dead wife.

After the chicken-stint, Freyja did decide to leave the prat alone for the rest of the day. This didn’t mean that she kept from giving snarky commentary.

When Merlin went to bed that night, he fell asleep with the wides smile on his face.

***

“Merlin?” Gaius’ voice startled him enough that he almost tossed his bowl of soup over the table, which Freyja found hilarious. She laughed so hard, Merlin was sure that Gaius had to hear her.

“Gaius, sorry, I didn’t hear you come in.” I was so focused on my wife…

“I can see that.” The older man walked over and sat down opposite Merlin, right in his view of Freyja.

“Prince Arthur just came to me, to talk.”, Gaius mentioned as he broke off a piece of bread. “He asked me about the signs and reasons for being haunted.”

“Oh.”Merlin wasn’t sure how to react, what he did know was that he blushed at about the intensity of an overripe tomato.

“You wouldn’t happen to know anything about that, would you?”

“Yes, he does”, Freyja threw in.

“Why would you think that?”

“Because whenever something supernatural happens you are usually right in the middle of it”, Gaius observed.

“I didn’t curse him, if that’s what you’re insinuating.”

“No, you just raised your dead wife’s ghost.”

“If you didn’t curse him, then what did you do?”

“I didn’t do anything!”

“Yes, you did.”

Woah, navigating this conversation between Gaius and Freyja was getting a little difficult. “I didn’t coax his horse into trotting in circles”, he shot back, at which Freyja started giggling again. “That was really fun”, she laughed.

“Merlin, please tell me what is going after Arthur.”

“No”, he muttered his quiet response. “I will not. But I promise that he’ll be left alone from now on.” Merlin looked up at his mentor with big, pleading eyes. “I’ll make it stop.”

“Ok”, he nodded, “I trust you, boy, you know that.”

“Thanks”, Merlin smiled up at him. “that really means everything to me. And don’t worry”; he quickly added. “Arthur never was in danger.”

“I know. Otherwise you would have stopped it all the moment it first began. But with the king even playful pranking can turn very dangerous very quickly.”

“I know.”

“Good. Then off to bed you go. With the fear of being haunted, Arthur might be extra…”

“Difficult? Annoying? Pratty?”, Merlin suggested.

“Demanding”, Gaius corrected Merlin’s assumptions, but there was a hint of a grin on Gaius’ face.

“Same difference”, Merlin shrugged. “Good night, Gaius. And thanks for trusting me.”

Gaius shot him a warm smile. “Sleep well, Merlin.”

“I’m sorry”, Freyja apologized as Merlin closed the door to his bedroom.

“What for?”

“That my childish revenge is getting you into trouble with Gaius.” She looked up at him. “I’m really sorry.”

“There’s nothing you need to apologize for”, he assured her as he sat next to her on his bed. “You have all the right in the world to be angry with him and what you did the last few days was really hilarious.”

“It won’t be that funny when Uther has your head for it…”

“Then we’ll both haunt Arthur’s behind together”, he grinned.

“That would be even more fun”, she giggled. “But yes, I think I’ll leave the Prince alone from now on. Besides, I still have a lot of castle to explore and discover. You would see a lot less of me, though.”

“Although that is obviously not good, it would allow me to do my job.”

“I’m still not sure that I want you having to deal with Arthur by yourself…”

“I can handle him”, Merlin assured her, “and besides, he’s a lot easier to deal with when he’s not being chased by a love-sick goat…”

“That was a good one”, Freyja giggled proudly, “But yeah, I’ll leave the prat be.”

“I’m sure he’ll appreciate that”, Merlin yawned and made himself comfortable in his bed.

Freyja put her hand on Merlin’s head and he could swear he felt her tousling his hair. “It’s definitely not him I’m doing any favours. Now, go to sleep and have nice dreams.”

[tyrannuspitch]

merlin 2.09 lady of the lake gayest episode so far send tweet

[camelotsheart]

ok so I just discovered that Eira was named after Eir, who is a Norse goddess associated with medical skills. So Gwaine, who wears the white bandage Merlin - a physician in training - wrapped his wounds with in the form of a favour when he fights in the tourney in 3x04, falls for a woman named after a goddess of medicine--