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Tangled Up in You

Fire Emblem: Awakening | Rating: G | Ship(s): Frederick/Sumia

A routine air patrol ends with Sumia falling from her pegasus. Frederick insists on nursing her wounds and untangling her mess of hair.

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“Milady! Are you quite alright?!” Frederick cried as he hurried towards a disheveled Sumia.

She and Cordelia had gone patrolling the skies—a routine for the two of them—but Sumia had returned looking like she had been trapped in a devastating whirlwind. Her hair was strewn in all directions, with leaves and a few small sticks poking out. Small scratches littered her face and armor, and the bluish tint of early bruises stained her skin.

“Yeah!” she said, her smile still bright. Frederick’s concerning gaze made her gasp. “Er—oh! Right! Cordelia’s pegasus was feeling particularly ornery today and decided to challenge mine… before either of us could get our mounts under control, I, er… slipped off. B-but don’t worry! I’m totally fine! I had a vulnerary with me! And I managed to get Cordelia’s pegasus to calm down and apologize!”

“Milady, you need to be seen by a healer immediately! Perhaps Lady Lissa or Lady Maribelle—”

She giggled shyly, cutting him off. “Frederick, I’m okay, I promise! I’m used to taking a clumsy tumble or two… or several,” she assured him with a sheepish grin.

“Then I insist you allow me to help clean and dress your wounds, milady,” he implored, the intensity of his words matching his eyes.

She smiled. “I don’t suppose I have much of a choice in the matter, do I?”

“Not in the slightest,” he replied dryly, but with a small smile.

They headed for the armory, where they both returned their gear (Frederick decided it would be rather difficult to treat wounds in his full armor, of course). After a brief stop at the medic tent for supplies, Frederick escorted Sumia to her tent, keeping a watchful eye on the ground for any tripping hazards along the way—which proved to be quite necessary, as her eyes were focused far too much on him than her path. Any time he looked back at her, she’d flash a sweet, shy smile and giggle, sending a rush of warmth to his cheeks. He knew he should want her to be aware of her surroundings (he didn’t want her hurt!), but a selfish part of him enjoyed being so needed.

The familiar scent of blossoms and parchment danced in Frederick’s nostrils as they entered her chambers, the once overwhelming sensation now cozy and serene like a campfire’s warm embrace. He ushered her to the cot, where she plopped down and reached for her boots.

Frederick, ever the swift knight, had already knelt down to assist. “Allow me, milady; you should not overstrain yourself!”

“Frederick,” she sighed teasingly, “I am more than capable of removing my boots! I only took a little bit of a tumble, you know.”

He shot her a stern glare, still grasping her boot. “Falling from a pegasus is more than a ‘little tumble’, milady, and it would ill behoove me not to assist in any way I am capable.” He paused, seeking her approval before continuing.

“Well, I suppose if you insist, but I don’t want to be a burden!” she explained abashedly, permitting him to continue. He delicately removed the boot in his hands, then the other, placing them neatly to the side of the bed. “Do you insist on removing Chrom’s boots for him, as well? Heehee!” she giggled, bright red dusting her cheeks. She opted to shed her gloves herself, setting them loosely on the cot.

His own blush spread to his ears, and he exhaled loudly through his nose as he proceeded to fold her gloves. “It is not often milord is injured and refuses assistance—having two very convincing healers as sisters has taught him well. But, if the need arose, I would not hesitate.”

He lined up the fingers of each glove neatly, pleating them into three even sections and setting them atop the boots. Once he was satisfied, he washed his hands in the small wash basin he had borrowed from the medics, then rummaged through the medic kit for a topical potion. He carefully doused a cloth in the potion.

A herd of wild pegasi fluttered in his gut as he took her hand in his, gently outstretching her arm to observe her the scrapes marring her otherwise beautiful skin. Her hand was so soft, save for the callouses from wielding a lance on the battlefield abrading against his own. If he could only linger here a moment longer…

The throbbing heartbeat in his ears snapped him out of his trance. He took a deep breath.

“This may sting a bit, milady, but it is to clean your wounds,” he warned before dabbing a scrape. She hissed as the potion made contact, squeezing her eyes shut and curling her toes in her stockings. Once the initial sting subsided, she opened her eyes again, gazing at Frederick. “Are you alright? Is the pain tolerable?”

Her grin made those pegasi in his gut dart in all different directions. “Not as bad as I thought it’d be! Wa-eep!” she squeaked as he moved the cloth to another scrape, then she grimaced. “Well, mostly.”

To get his mind off the nauseating heat in his stomach (and to satiate his own curiosity), Frederick drummed up more conversation. “It’s unlike Cordelia to lose control over her pegasus. Is everything alright?”

“Cordelia’s pegasus is very in tune with her emotions, which are usually very controlled in battle—and on patrol for that matter! There’s a reason she’s one of the most gifted knights in the army!” she explained, admiration and perhaps a twinge of jealousy evident in her voice. “But… she’s been on edge especially after we lost so many knights following the hierarch’s betrayal…”

Frederick frowned, moving on to her other arm. “A tragedy indeed. Those damned traitors,” he growled, squeezing her hand. When she gasped, he softened his tone and continued, “I suppose that would explain it.”

“Yeah… and I mean, she hadn’t really seen Chrom in a while, either, until recently… so I’m guessing it’s a combination of things stressing her out.”

“Ah, yes, I’m painfully aware of her unrequited desire for milord,” he chuckled. “Though I could hardly fault her; she has quite the refined palate to seek milord’s affections.”

Her giggle this time was hesitant. Frederick felt his stomach churn, rather than flutter. “The captain is pretty wonderful! I can’t blame her myself!” Her words stung worse than any potion on a wound. “But he certainly has eyes for another, wouldn’t you say?”

“Oh?” was all he could muster, despite being certain he didn’t he want her to elaborate.

“Haven’t you seen the way he looks at Robin?“ she asked, her eyes shimmering. “It’s so sweet and romantic! Oh, I hope they end up courting. They’re like something out of an epic tale! A mysterious stranger with amnesia, the only name she remembers is his… love at first sight! It writes itself!”

A wave of relief washed over him as he set down the cloth and reached for the bandages. Why was he so bothered that Sumia would find milord attractive? Anyone in their right mind would! Though, perhaps he should be weary of Robin’s affections—after all, her origins remained dubious, despite his growing trust in her. “Hrm, I suppose it does…”

“Regardless, I-I think it was just a fluke! Cordelia’s so good with her mount, and I’m usually not half bad either! It was just an accident.” She shrugged.

With her arms bandaged up, it was time for the scrapes on her face. He ignored the tightening whorl in his stomach as he doused a fresh cloth with potion, hesitantly bringing it up to a particularly nasty cut right along her cheekbone. She flinched at the sting initially, then leaned into his touch. He avoided eye contact with her as he assured her, “Milady, you are far more than not half bad. You are the most capable beast wrangler I have ever had the pleasure to meet!”

“You really mean it?” she asked, her face growing warmer to the touch, alarming Frederick. (Had the scrape gotten infected? Was he too late patching her up?) She placed her hand over his and smiled. He finally met her eyes and gods, they were gorgeous, shimmering with thanks and admiration and—if he could be so selfish, maybe even affection.

“Of course, milady,” he replied, smiling softly. He lingered in her eyes a moment longer, before turning away to apply a salved bandage. “There, that should soothe the pain for the time being. Now then… about that bird’s nest in your hair…”

“O-oh gosh, I mean, I’d hate to be a burden! You’ve already done so much by patching me up! I can brush out my hair myself—“ she claimed, running her fingers through her hair then stopped by a stick so aggressively tangled it was stuck like glue. She let out a pained yelp. “You know, on second thought, maybe I will take you up on that offer!”

“Right then,” he nodded, the thought of touching her hair suddenly leaving him disquieted. “Whereabouts may be your comb and hair balm?”

He followed her outstretched hand, which pointed to the chest covered with books. Sure enough, a double ended comb, embossed with intricate swirling not unlike that of Ylissean armor, and a sizable jar of balm were hidden amongst the romance novels. “It’s over there… ah, horseplop! I’m sorry! I really should tidy up a bit more… I wasn’t expecting your company tonight!” She twiddled her toes nervously, hiding her eyes.

A bolt of nerves shot through him as he pursed his lips. “You were expecting company.” It was more a statement than a question (and perhaps a bit more accusatory than he intended). Her cheeks flushed with damning ferocity, sinking the knight’s heart like a cannonball in the Valm seas.

“Wh—huh? No! I just meant—I didn’t expect you here—erm, I mean, oh pegasus feathers!” She buried her face in her palms. “What I mean is—I’m happy to have you here helping me, and I wasn’t expecting to be so in need of your kindness, Frederick. I must be one of the luckiest Shepherds in the whole army to be in the care of the captain’s best and most loyal knight!”

With that, his heart was reeled back in from the depths, swelling with the same pride he’d feel from a compliment from his liege. “Always happy to assist, milady.” He smiled as he took a seat next to her. “Here,” he gestured in front of him, “it will be easier if you were seated in front of me. We may be here a while.” He chuckled, tugging a leaf out of her hair.

“Right! Yeah!” She slid down, kneeling with her back to him. “Oh, this is just like when I was little and the handmaids would do my hair for me! Er—not that you’re—”

Frederick grumbled a little at the accidental comparison as he got to work removing the debris. “Lady Maribelle and Lord Virion have both compared my work to that of a steward’s. You are not the first,” he sighed.

“I didn’t mean to imply you were a servant, Frederick!” She turned her head, but quickly realized her mistake with his fingers intertwined in her hair. “Aack! My bad! I am just stumbling over my words more than I do over my own feet tonight!” She slouched with a defeated sigh. “I’m sorry for being so clumsy with them.”

“It’s all right, milady. Ah, this one may pull a bit,” he said, yanking out another gnarled stick.

She turned her head again, just slightly this time, to say, “I really am lucky to have you looking after me, both on and off the battlefield. I know you take care of the captain and Lissa even more, as you should! But… it’s nice to feel almost as special as them to you.”

What a relief she couldn’t see his face right now as he smiled so uncharacteristically widely. She was right, after all, that he had taken particular care of her lately. She was a capable warrior, but her clumsiness often left her an easy target; fortunately, Frederick’s protection helped make up for that. And it was also true that he made it a point to keep her armor extra polished, that she got the coziest blankets and fluffiest pillows available when they set up camp, that her path was always free of tripping hazards… Indeed, her comparison to Lord Chrom was accurate.

Lord Chrom and Lady Lissa were very accustomed to his attention to detail, and while he knew they appreciated him, they rarely went out of their way to acknowledge the particulars. They even teased him, at times! Lady Sumia’s company was extraordinarily pleasant—she always thanked him for his efforts, even they weren’t directly for her sake, and with the biggest, sweetest smile too.

Gods, if he permitted himself, he could get lost in her smile all day.

“I only treat you with the care you are due and nothing less, milady,” he admitted, choosing his words carefully.

“You… really think I deserve such kindness? But I’m not… good at much of anything! At least Chrom is an amazing captain and prince, and Lissa’s a wonderful princess and healer and prankster… I’m just… the girl who messes everything up and needs help with her hair because she fell off her pegasus…” Sumia’s voice broke as tears pricked the corners of her eyes.

He inhaled sharply, his mind racing to grasp what to do, what to say.

“Milady,” he said firmly as he gripped her shoulders, turning her towards him as he leaned in. “Milady… Sumia, you rival few for how dedicated you are to the Shepherds’ safety. You are kind and thoughtful, always putting everyone else’s needs above your own. No one commands a pegasus or a horse like you! You’re graceful in battle, working so hard to make up for your perceived faults, and gods milady, I truly wish you could see how important you are to—to the Shepherds!” he declared, catching himself at the end before it blew into some kind of haphazard confession of love.

Love. Was that what he felt for her?

Even if that were the case, this wasn’t about his feelings; it was about hers, and damn it, she didn’t deserve to feel so distraught about her worth.

“I’m… I’m sorry,” she choked through sniffles. “I guess I just… don’t see what you see…! Everyone in the Shepherds is so wonderful and I just—“

Frederick delicately swiped his thumb across her stream of tears. “And that includes you, milady. Your presence is irreplaceable.”

She sniffled again, her tears slowing to a sprinkle.

“Now then milady,” he retracted his hand and patted her shoulder, “will you please do me the pleasure of telling me all about Mad Tales of a Bloodthirsty Falcon Knight, Volume 2? I’m most curious to hear your thoughts on it as we finish cleaning you up.”

She giggled nervously, answering, “Oh, that one is my favorite!” in between just a few more sniffles.

Frederick continued untangling the tree remnants from her hair as Sumia prattled on about her favorite tale of a fell falcon knight who sought revenge on those who murdered her closest companions. Her tone changed noticeably from timid and insecure to excited and whimsical, a pleasant shift from the negative self talk. He only wished he could figure out how to convince her she mattered, and ruminated as he plucked the final leaves out.

He scooped a generous amount of the balm into his hands and coated her hair in it, massaging more into the nastiest knots. Then, he combed through gently with his fingers, searching for natural parts to make the mats easier to comb out. They were resistant at first, but Frederick exercised the utmost patience and care.

Much like he’d have to do with Sumia’s confidence, he figured.

After some time, and many drabbles about why Sumia loved her favorite novel so much, the comb was finally running effortlessly through her hair.

“Would you like me to braid your hair?” he offered sweetly, not wanting a reason to part just yet.

She tiled her head back to meet his eyes, a jolt of excitement electrifying him. “Oh my gosh, you know how to braid hair?” She grinned. “You are simply a wealth of mysterious talents! Where did you learn?”

“One must know how to braid hair when tending to a young Princess Lissa,” he chuckled, matching her smile with his own. “Would you prefer a single or twin-tails? Basic, Frelian, or Valentian? Or perhaps a fish tail—not technically a braid, though the concept and look is similar!”

“Ooh… Frelian-braided twin-tails, please!” She clasped her hands together excitedly.

“Excellent choice, milady!” He got to work, his fingers deftly separating and crossing strands of hair to form two neat little braids, careful not to find himself too distracted by the noticeable softness of her locks or the flowery scent of the balm. When he was finished tying off the braids, he tugged on the loops to give them a little extra volume.

“Wow, you weren’t kidding! That was so fast!” she exclaimed with glee, hurrying over to the small mirror she kept in her tent. “Oh my gosh, Frederick, these are so lovely! I even look… cute! Wow! If you ever have a daughter, she’s going to be the luckiest little girl to have a father like you!”

As his knightly duties comprised most of his thoughts and actions, he rarely allowed himself such selfish thoughts as finding happiness and starting a family. Of course, he knew he’d have to marry to carry on his family’s legacy of servitude to the royal family. Still, the thought seemed so distant in his mind, the idea of courting another a terrible distraction from his life’s work.

Suddenly, Lady Sumia made the idea seemed tangible.

***

When the Shepherds gathered for dinner, the ladies showered Sumia with compliments.

“Oh, my dear, your hair looks absolutely stunning! You should wear updos more often!” said Maribelle.

“All the years I’ve known you, and you’ve never braided your hair so intricately. When’d you learn to do that?” Cordelia asked with surprise.

“You’ll have to teach me sometime! I don’t remember if I know how!” Robin exclaimed.

Lissa eyed Sumia, a mischievous, knowing look in her eye. Sumia raised an eyebrow at her, so Lissa teased, “I’d know that handiwork anywhere.” She giggled, then whispered in Sumia’s ear, “Looks like he’s got someone else to dote on now, too. Welcome to the club!”

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