Title: Its like Magic

Author: Kiki1770

Rating: T for Language

Summary: Merlin beats Arthur at arm wrestling?

Setting: Season 3

Disclaimer: I don't own Merlin (I'm only doing this once)

A/N: This is my first Merlin story on Fanfiction, I'm absolutely obsessed with the show and the characters, I can't stand Mergana or Merthian, so don't request it, I'm pretty chill with slash but I've never written it before. So I've read a lot of really good drabble series and couldn't help but write my own.

The drabbles are written under arcs/genres which include: Humor, Freylin, Friendship, Brotherhood, Reveals, Short Story, Angst, Reincarnation and some Random/crack fics. I might add more arcs as I go along.

Humor: This arc is just full of hilarious plot bunnies and humourous what ifs!

Humor 1: Arm Wrestling

"Merlin…are you a sorcerer?"

"What?" Merlin nearly shrieked an octave higher, the armor in his arms tumbled to the chamber floors with an audible thump. "Why would you…how could you…Arthur?" He sputtered in response to the Prince. Arthur ran his finger through his hair, frustrated.

"It's the only logical explanation! How else could— could a girl's petticoat like you beat me in the art of arm wrestling?" Arthur flustered throwing his arms up in the air. Merlin snorted and rolled his eyes in response.

"I beat you in a match of strength and the first thing you think to accuse me of is sorcery? I always knew you're arrogance was eating away your intellect, but I think it's time you had Gaius check that out." Merlin replied with a straight face. He received a punch in the forearm from his master. "Ouch,"

"See!" Arthur shouted pointedly. "How could you beat me when you can't even take a punch?" He asked rather persistently. The Prince was not willing to settle for any less than the truth; after all he lost to Merlin of all people in a game of strength! His girly manservant bested him! They were relaxing in the tavern with Gwaine, Lancelot, and Percival (Leon drew the short end of the stick and was reporting back to Uther after another "eventful" patrol around Camelot); sure Arthur had drunk a couple of tankards of mead but that was no excuse to losing to his manservant.

Merlin sighed; he should have realized Arthur was a sore loser. "Fine you Prat, I'll tell you." Arthur smirked triumphantly and made a gesture that said "I'm all ears,"

"It seems that carrying your lifeless body, every single time you get knocked out, half way back to Camelot over a half a dozen times has done my muscles a world of good. Do you realize how heavy-"

"I AM NOT FAT," Arthur shouted and ran out of his chambers. Merlin frowned, he was only gonna say that Arthur was heavy in his armor.

Poor Arthur, so trumatized by his defeat.

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