fic: Jitters
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bonnefoisTitle: Jitters
Series: FE4
Character/pairing: Midir/Edain, background Lex/Ayra
Rating: PG-13
Summary: In Silesse, Midir has pre-wedding jitters.
Word count: 2,371
Author's note: randomly hit up the old (but not old old) kink meme and found this gem.
Edain/Midayle, wedding night nerves. Especially on Midayle's side. :3
(Sarajayechan, is this your request??? I will tag you on AO3 if it is!)
I already did a more successful wedding night in Wedding Night. Here's pre-wedding jitters hurt/comfort because I am eternally in love with these two.
Midir could hardly believe it. Lady Edain had accepted his feelings. It was like a dream come true. Midir had loved her for so very long, and she finally loved him back. In fact, she'd revealed over a gift of the best bow he'd ever seen, that she'd loved him all along.
The only reason they weren't married this second was Midir had thoughts of a grander wedding, once they were cleared of all these horrible false accusations. Midir was fine with a plain wedding, but Edain deserved far more than what she'd gotten for her lot in life. Lady Edain had only been taken prisoner, and done nothing but heal and support her rescuers. But as the possibility of an easy fix to the conundrum seemed to fade more and more every day as the charges mounted against them.
But, in Silesse, all that seemed very far away. The days were so peaceful as to be boring after so many harried battles one after the other.
Often the members of Sigurd's army spent much time cozy beside the fire when they weren't guarding the people of Silesse. Either by their own hearth, or the hearth at the local inns. Which always had quite a bit of drink passed around.
Midir preferred the mulled cider made from apples, while many other soldiers took part in 'harder' drinks.
Midir ducked into the large, dim room. The racks of hunted elk and slightly rusted swords were the only adornment to the pine walls. He scanned the tables until he saw just who he was looking for.
The room was not quite too crowded. Most were doing their rounds, past the lunch rush, before the incoming wave of patrons for dinner. The room smelled faintly smoky. At the bar, the innkeeper sorted through kegs in the back.
He caught sight of just who he was looking for. The man leaned back,
"Lord Lex, so there you are."
Lex and Azelle had been childhood friends, and had been largely inseparable for years. If he was to look for one, Midir would surely find the other. Lex was stretched out, amused, unbothered by any situation.
"I knew it was just a matter of time before you came to me for advice," Lex said.
"If you're coming to Lex for advice, you're going to end up in either failure, chaos or both," Azelle said.
Lex grinned. "If I remember correctly, you were the one who got me into this mess, yeah?"
Azelle sighed. "I certainly never thought saving Lady Edain would get us branded as traitors."
Azelle had once had a crush on Lady Edain as well. Midir couldn't really blame him. Lady Edain was so gorgeous and kind that he was genuinely surprised that anyone made it through their lives without being a little in love with her.
They'd never been rivals, per se. But, Azelle had reconnected with a childhood friend and they had married surprisingly fast. Azelle's crush had been completely forgotten the minute he reunited with Tailtiu.
And Midir was really glad it'd turned out like this. Lady Edain wouldn't like people fighting over her, and Midir wouldn't have wanted to have to be at odds with his fellow soldier.
"You want lady advice, right? I can see it in your face," Lex said.
"Don't mind him. He's got no skill for reading people. This is just another tall tale," Azelle said.
"First, you get the sword," Lex said.
"Swords?" Midir said.
That was a part of the wedding night? But he couldn't even wield swords, he was a bow knight. He'd certainly had a very different view of the wedding night if he was supposed to bring weapons into bed.
"Let me show you how the master does it," Lex said.
"Hey, Ayra," he called out.
She gave him a dark look from across the bar. Even though they were lovers, they still fought quite a bit. But, it seemed to suit them.
"C'mere, gorgeous."
She tossed her dark hair indignantly. But she glanced sharply back when she heard the sound of a sword being unsheathed.
Her eyes focused on the sword and she drew nearer.
"What is this about?" Ayra said. She looked suspiciously down at the sword, like it might turn into some kind of prank. Like one of those fake flowers made of silk that held sneezing powder in them.
"I got this for you," Lex said huskily. "You know I can't wield these at all. They're all for you."
Her gaze was utterly rapt at the sword. "This is quality craftsmanship."
"Does it live up to that Brave Sword I got you?"
She gave him a half smile. "We'll see once I get it...broken in."
Oh! It wasn't some kinky swordplay sex. Giving swords was like giving flowers and candy to them.
"You can use that on me later," Lex said. He smiled suggestively at her.
Okay, maybe kinky swordplay sex was still a part of their relationship. Which was more than Midir needed to know about his fellow soldiers.
She took the sword and lifted it up with such wonder.
"Where did you get this?"
"Out of a lake," Lex said.
Ayra looked sharply at him. Nobody believed the story Lex had, about how this beautiful woman from the lake gave him the best axe he'd ever had.
"Why not now?"
Lex smirked, and nodded back to them. As if to say this is how it's done.
"Night, guys.Don't wait up for me. Ayra and I will be sparring all night," Lex said. He rose up and followed her out of the bar.
*
Midir returned to his chambers. He set aside his bow and stood before the one tarnished mirror in the room.
Little other decoration filled these barracks. Nothing but the necessities of a wardrobe and racks for his weapons. Lady Edain visited him often, but didn't share his chambers, yet.
Midir considered himself in the mirror. He wasn't really a massively built example of masculinity. In fact, more than often he got mistaken for a girl from afar.
Sometimes even from not that far, in fact.
Lady Edain liked him how he was. He had to keep reminding himself that. She wouldn't suddenly feel remorseful when their wedding day came....And wonder if maybe she could've married a prince or a lord.
Right??
Midir tried his best. But sometimes, even that wasn't good enough. It hadn't been good enough to protect her when princes from Verdane attacked. Midir was good at sniping from afar. He couldn't always protect his lady liege if it meant taking a physical blow.
And he had no holy blood of the crusaders in his veins. He had little peerage of money to offer her.
But, he would love her more than any. Midir just hoped that would be enough.
He ran his fingers through his long, deep green hair and sighed. Where had these worries even sprung up from? He'd been utterly blissful since he and Lady Edain became lovers. She beat him to proposing, only because he had been trying to figure out the right words when she at times made him tongue tied.
Was it merely the nervousness of change? No, this was welcome. He adored Lady Edain, and was truly honored to serve and love her.
He looked to the door.
She must have spent time with her sister, Midir thought. She was late in coming in. He tried to calm his fears. But between her being kidnapped by Verdane, and the disappearance.
Just when Midir was about to go and look for her, the door opened.
"L-Lady Edain. You're back."
She smiled when she caught sight of him. And what a beautiful sight that was. Her long, wavy blond hair still had snow caught there. She wore a long cloak about her white robes, which many battles had stained and ripped over the time of battle.
They couldn't afford for new robes, let alone for a wedding dress. Which left him with such sadness.
Her golden eyes were surrounded by dark, thick lashes and filled with utmost kindness.
"Yes, my sister and I got to talking and lost track of time. We've lost so many years. I'm glad to have her in my life," Edain said.
Her smile disappeared, and she fell silent when she saw him.
Lady Edain reached out to touch his arm. Her face was full of gentle concern.
"You seem troubled, Midir. Is it the war?"
He should care more about the war, truly, but he was just a lowly knight who made no choices except to stay and serve Lady Edain. And also all his thoughts were on Lady Edain right now, and their impending marriage.
"No, not about the war. About us. Lady Edain."
"Us? What could possibly bother you about us? We haven't fought, and you have been quite wrapped up in planning our wedding. Is that it...was the wedding going too fast for you? Or did you find..."
He raised his hand. "No! No one else even compares to you, Lady Edain! I am overjoyed and truly the luckiest man on earth to have you return my feelings, and I shall love you and only you for the entirety of my life!"
"I'm trying to sleep, damn you! Keep it down!"
Came a booming voice from the other side of the rooms. Sounded like Beowulf. He'd been pretty hungover today, and in a sour mood after losing hard in a drinking contest with Lex last night. Maybe he'd tried to take a nap to feel better.
"That--came out a little louder than intended," Midir said.
"Just a bit," she said.
They looked at each other, and they couldn't help but smile.
"Then what is it, love?"
His heart skipped a beat when he heard the words. It didn't matter how many times she showed him affection. He still felt a deep, incredible flutter whenever she was so kind to him. And a deep rush of love for her.
I...I guess I'm a bit worried I'll disappoint you w-when...the wedding comes," Midir admitted.
"How could I be disappointed when I'd finally be with the one I've loved for so long?"
She reached out and took his hand in hers.
"Lady Edain...I...It feels like a dream to be able to love you. But, I have no holy blood, and what peerage I had has likely been stripped. I have nothing to give you but myself. And Lady Edain, you deserve so much. You are the most beautiful woman in the entire world, inside and out. You astound me every single day to think you could love me back. I am so happy, truly, but I sometimes I worry I can't give you everything you need."
"None of that matters to me, Midir. And until our names are cleared, I too am stripped of my titles. I'm just a common woman now."
"You'll always be Lady Edain to me," Midir said.
"And more--" He blushed even to speak of it.
"I've only experience in bows! I really know nothing of s-such things."
"Such things? Our wedding night, is that one of the things which worried you?"
He nodded, unable to speak.
"You're so cute, Midir. I'm very inexperienced too. So we'll be a matched pair in that, discovering each other in the night..."
Her thumb rubbed over his hand. He took a deep breath at the warmth and tenderness--and even suggestiveness of such a youch.
"Can we marry soon, Midir? I know you wanted to wait a bit, to marry at Yngvi in a larger ceremony, as you believed I deserved more, but day by day passes and all I can think in this weather is how much I'd rather have you in my bed to warm me."
Midir blushed. Lady Edain had a naughty side? She held tight to his hand. Midir's mind was whirling with the possibilities.
"I want more than anything to be your husband and spend the rest of our lives together," Midir said.
She rested her head against his chest, and he drew her near to him. He was once again awed by her beauty, her kindness and grace. Her curves were against him--a little distracting.
It made him think more of the wedding night to come. And whatever jitters he had, she would gently, kindly comfort them away.
"Me too, Midir. Me too. Would it be all right if we married twice? One for now, so I don't have to wait any longer to be yours, and one when we return home to Yngvi and this whole matter is all sorted out," Edain said.
"I'll gather up the rest of the army. There's a chapel we could be married at nearby," Lady Edain said.
"Yes, that sounds good. Though, truly. I would gladly marry you this second if I could,"
Midir said
She smiled. "Me too, Midir. Though I think the priests would not like being awoken at this hour."
"Alas. But if we waited for this long, we can wait another twenty-four hours."
Of course they were silly little worries. Lady Edain was so wonderful and understanding. Midir felt like he'd fallen even more in love with her, if that was at all possible.
She'd solved all the problems so quickly and easily. How honored he was to serve Lady Edain as her knight, and even more to be her husband.
No more cold nights. And whatever happened, if mistakes were made, they'd love each other too much to care. Maybe they'd laugh it off one day. As they grew old together and remembered when he'd faltered for just a moment in his worries.
Series: FE4
Character/pairing: Midir/Edain, background Lex/Ayra
Rating: PG-13
Summary: In Silesse, Midir has pre-wedding jitters.
Word count: 2,371
Author's note: randomly hit up the old (but not old old) kink meme and found this gem.
Edain/Midayle, wedding night nerves. Especially on Midayle's side. :3
(Sarajayechan, is this your request??? I will tag you on AO3 if it is!)
I already did a more successful wedding night in Wedding Night. Here's pre-wedding jitters hurt/comfort because I am eternally in love with these two.
Midir could hardly believe it. Lady Edain had accepted his feelings. It was like a dream come true. Midir had loved her for so very long, and she finally loved him back. In fact, she'd revealed over a gift of the best bow he'd ever seen, that she'd loved him all along.
The only reason they weren't married this second was Midir had thoughts of a grander wedding, once they were cleared of all these horrible false accusations. Midir was fine with a plain wedding, but Edain deserved far more than what she'd gotten for her lot in life. Lady Edain had only been taken prisoner, and done nothing but heal and support her rescuers. But as the possibility of an easy fix to the conundrum seemed to fade more and more every day as the charges mounted against them.
But, in Silesse, all that seemed very far away. The days were so peaceful as to be boring after so many harried battles one after the other.
Often the members of Sigurd's army spent much time cozy beside the fire when they weren't guarding the people of Silesse. Either by their own hearth, or the hearth at the local inns. Which always had quite a bit of drink passed around.
Midir preferred the mulled cider made from apples, while many other soldiers took part in 'harder' drinks.
Midir ducked into the large, dim room. The racks of hunted elk and slightly rusted swords were the only adornment to the pine walls. He scanned the tables until he saw just who he was looking for.
The room was not quite too crowded. Most were doing their rounds, past the lunch rush, before the incoming wave of patrons for dinner. The room smelled faintly smoky. At the bar, the innkeeper sorted through kegs in the back.
He caught sight of just who he was looking for. The man leaned back,
"Lord Lex, so there you are."
Lex and Azelle had been childhood friends, and had been largely inseparable for years. If he was to look for one, Midir would surely find the other. Lex was stretched out, amused, unbothered by any situation.
"I knew it was just a matter of time before you came to me for advice," Lex said.
"If you're coming to Lex for advice, you're going to end up in either failure, chaos or both," Azelle said.
Lex grinned. "If I remember correctly, you were the one who got me into this mess, yeah?"
Azelle sighed. "I certainly never thought saving Lady Edain would get us branded as traitors."
Azelle had once had a crush on Lady Edain as well. Midir couldn't really blame him. Lady Edain was so gorgeous and kind that he was genuinely surprised that anyone made it through their lives without being a little in love with her.
They'd never been rivals, per se. But, Azelle had reconnected with a childhood friend and they had married surprisingly fast. Azelle's crush had been completely forgotten the minute he reunited with Tailtiu.
And Midir was really glad it'd turned out like this. Lady Edain wouldn't like people fighting over her, and Midir wouldn't have wanted to have to be at odds with his fellow soldier.
"You want lady advice, right? I can see it in your face," Lex said.
"Don't mind him. He's got no skill for reading people. This is just another tall tale," Azelle said.
"First, you get the sword," Lex said.
"Swords?" Midir said.
That was a part of the wedding night? But he couldn't even wield swords, he was a bow knight. He'd certainly had a very different view of the wedding night if he was supposed to bring weapons into bed.
"Let me show you how the master does it," Lex said.
"Hey, Ayra," he called out.
She gave him a dark look from across the bar. Even though they were lovers, they still fought quite a bit. But, it seemed to suit them.
"C'mere, gorgeous."
She tossed her dark hair indignantly. But she glanced sharply back when she heard the sound of a sword being unsheathed.
Her eyes focused on the sword and she drew nearer.
"What is this about?" Ayra said. She looked suspiciously down at the sword, like it might turn into some kind of prank. Like one of those fake flowers made of silk that held sneezing powder in them.
"I got this for you," Lex said huskily. "You know I can't wield these at all. They're all for you."
Her gaze was utterly rapt at the sword. "This is quality craftsmanship."
"Does it live up to that Brave Sword I got you?"
She gave him a half smile. "We'll see once I get it...broken in."
Oh! It wasn't some kinky swordplay sex. Giving swords was like giving flowers and candy to them.
"You can use that on me later," Lex said. He smiled suggestively at her.
Okay, maybe kinky swordplay sex was still a part of their relationship. Which was more than Midir needed to know about his fellow soldiers.
She took the sword and lifted it up with such wonder.
"Where did you get this?"
"Out of a lake," Lex said.
Ayra looked sharply at him. Nobody believed the story Lex had, about how this beautiful woman from the lake gave him the best axe he'd ever had.
"Why not now?"
Lex smirked, and nodded back to them. As if to say this is how it's done.
"Night, guys.Don't wait up for me. Ayra and I will be sparring all night," Lex said. He rose up and followed her out of the bar.
*
Midir returned to his chambers. He set aside his bow and stood before the one tarnished mirror in the room.
Little other decoration filled these barracks. Nothing but the necessities of a wardrobe and racks for his weapons. Lady Edain visited him often, but didn't share his chambers, yet.
Midir considered himself in the mirror. He wasn't really a massively built example of masculinity. In fact, more than often he got mistaken for a girl from afar.
Sometimes even from not that far, in fact.
Lady Edain liked him how he was. He had to keep reminding himself that. She wouldn't suddenly feel remorseful when their wedding day came....And wonder if maybe she could've married a prince or a lord.
Right??
Midir tried his best. But sometimes, even that wasn't good enough. It hadn't been good enough to protect her when princes from Verdane attacked. Midir was good at sniping from afar. He couldn't always protect his lady liege if it meant taking a physical blow.
And he had no holy blood of the crusaders in his veins. He had little peerage of money to offer her.
But, he would love her more than any. Midir just hoped that would be enough.
He ran his fingers through his long, deep green hair and sighed. Where had these worries even sprung up from? He'd been utterly blissful since he and Lady Edain became lovers. She beat him to proposing, only because he had been trying to figure out the right words when she at times made him tongue tied.
Was it merely the nervousness of change? No, this was welcome. He adored Lady Edain, and was truly honored to serve and love her.
He looked to the door.
She must have spent time with her sister, Midir thought. She was late in coming in. He tried to calm his fears. But between her being kidnapped by Verdane, and the disappearance.
Just when Midir was about to go and look for her, the door opened.
"L-Lady Edain. You're back."
She smiled when she caught sight of him. And what a beautiful sight that was. Her long, wavy blond hair still had snow caught there. She wore a long cloak about her white robes, which many battles had stained and ripped over the time of battle.
They couldn't afford for new robes, let alone for a wedding dress. Which left him with such sadness.
Her golden eyes were surrounded by dark, thick lashes and filled with utmost kindness.
"Yes, my sister and I got to talking and lost track of time. We've lost so many years. I'm glad to have her in my life," Edain said.
Her smile disappeared, and she fell silent when she saw him.
Lady Edain reached out to touch his arm. Her face was full of gentle concern.
"You seem troubled, Midir. Is it the war?"
He should care more about the war, truly, but he was just a lowly knight who made no choices except to stay and serve Lady Edain. And also all his thoughts were on Lady Edain right now, and their impending marriage.
"No, not about the war. About us. Lady Edain."
"Us? What could possibly bother you about us? We haven't fought, and you have been quite wrapped up in planning our wedding. Is that it...was the wedding going too fast for you? Or did you find..."
He raised his hand. "No! No one else even compares to you, Lady Edain! I am overjoyed and truly the luckiest man on earth to have you return my feelings, and I shall love you and only you for the entirety of my life!"
"I'm trying to sleep, damn you! Keep it down!"
Came a booming voice from the other side of the rooms. Sounded like Beowulf. He'd been pretty hungover today, and in a sour mood after losing hard in a drinking contest with Lex last night. Maybe he'd tried to take a nap to feel better.
"That--came out a little louder than intended," Midir said.
"Just a bit," she said.
They looked at each other, and they couldn't help but smile.
"Then what is it, love?"
His heart skipped a beat when he heard the words. It didn't matter how many times she showed him affection. He still felt a deep, incredible flutter whenever she was so kind to him. And a deep rush of love for her.
I...I guess I'm a bit worried I'll disappoint you w-when...the wedding comes," Midir admitted.
"How could I be disappointed when I'd finally be with the one I've loved for so long?"
She reached out and took his hand in hers.
"Lady Edain...I...It feels like a dream to be able to love you. But, I have no holy blood, and what peerage I had has likely been stripped. I have nothing to give you but myself. And Lady Edain, you deserve so much. You are the most beautiful woman in the entire world, inside and out. You astound me every single day to think you could love me back. I am so happy, truly, but I sometimes I worry I can't give you everything you need."
"None of that matters to me, Midir. And until our names are cleared, I too am stripped of my titles. I'm just a common woman now."
"You'll always be Lady Edain to me," Midir said.
"And more--" He blushed even to speak of it.
"I've only experience in bows! I really know nothing of s-such things."
"Such things? Our wedding night, is that one of the things which worried you?"
He nodded, unable to speak.
"You're so cute, Midir. I'm very inexperienced too. So we'll be a matched pair in that, discovering each other in the night..."
Her thumb rubbed over his hand. He took a deep breath at the warmth and tenderness--and even suggestiveness of such a youch.
"Can we marry soon, Midir? I know you wanted to wait a bit, to marry at Yngvi in a larger ceremony, as you believed I deserved more, but day by day passes and all I can think in this weather is how much I'd rather have you in my bed to warm me."
Midir blushed. Lady Edain had a naughty side? She held tight to his hand. Midir's mind was whirling with the possibilities.
"I want more than anything to be your husband and spend the rest of our lives together," Midir said.
She rested her head against his chest, and he drew her near to him. He was once again awed by her beauty, her kindness and grace. Her curves were against him--a little distracting.
It made him think more of the wedding night to come. And whatever jitters he had, she would gently, kindly comfort them away.
"Me too, Midir. Me too. Would it be all right if we married twice? One for now, so I don't have to wait any longer to be yours, and one when we return home to Yngvi and this whole matter is all sorted out," Edain said.
"I'll gather up the rest of the army. There's a chapel we could be married at nearby," Lady Edain said.
"Yes, that sounds good. Though, truly. I would gladly marry you this second if I could,"
Midir said
She smiled. "Me too, Midir. Though I think the priests would not like being awoken at this hour."
"Alas. But if we waited for this long, we can wait another twenty-four hours."
Of course they were silly little worries. Lady Edain was so wonderful and understanding. Midir felt like he'd fallen even more in love with her, if that was at all possible.
She'd solved all the problems so quickly and easily. How honored he was to serve Lady Edain as her knight, and even more to be her husband.
No more cold nights. And whatever happened, if mistakes were made, they'd love each other too much to care. Maybe they'd laugh it off one day. As they grew old together and remembered when he'd faltered for just a moment in his worries.
