Hey guys! Another humor fic…so..yeah…here you go(:
Merlin smiled as he looked down at a sleeping Arthur. A snicker escaped Merlin's lips when Arthur let a snore that sounded exactly like a freight train. The young warlock could probably laugh at the future King of Camelot all night, but he had more pressing issues. For example: revenge.
A little tired of getting thrown in the stocks all the time, Merlin decided to teach Arthur a lesson. He wouldn't put Arthur in the stocks literally, but it wouldn't hurt to have Arthur have a harmless nightmare about it. After all, what harm could it do?
"Magad vooda iou tanga!"( Yeah, don't know much about magic. I don't know if the writers of the show do, but I don't. So that was made up. Obviously.) Merlin muttered into the darkness, and his eyes flashed a bright gold. Satisfied, Merlin smiled and turned away, leaving a sleeping Arthur to his dreams. Or nightmares, rather.
Arthur's Dream:
Arthur's back ached terribly. In fact, his back hadn't hurt this bad since he had gone through vigorous knighthood training a few years back. Also, the lactic acid in his thighs burned like the fires Uther used as death tools.
It took a while for Arthur to realize where he was, and what position he was in. But he soon realized the he was bending over and clasped in the stocks. Arthur also saw many peasants standing in front of him, holding fruit. And not rotten fruit as rules regulate, but fresh ripe fruit that will most certainly leave welts and bruises.
"Don-" Arthur gasped, but was not able to finish, because a rather large tomato landed right on his forehead. The tortured man groaned.
The prisoner was about to protest, but as he opened his mouth he was greeted with a series of different kinds of fruits pelting him.
"I command you to stop! I am Prince Arthur, future King of Camelot!"
To Arthur's great delight the throwing stopped, and relief washed over him as he thought the people of Camelot had finally come to their senses. But Arthur's victory was short lived, as laughter began. It wasn't just one person laughing either, but several. In fact, there were so much laughter that the sound was very loud, and it echoed over all of Camelot. Arthur tried his best to ignore the laughing that was bouncing off his ears, but it just wasn't working out for the poor prince.
"You," An old woman missing a tooth in the front exclaimed, "You the prince of Camelot? Hahahaha! That's funny! You're just Prince Merlin's manservant! Hahahaha!"
"Prince….Merlin?" Arthur demanded, but the only response he received was the continuous smacking of fruit against his tan skin.
The next morning:
Merlin watched a very grumpy prince eating his breakfast. Arthur had already thrown three things at him this morning, and Merlin lost count of the times he called Merlin an idiot. The manservant attempted to hide a smile when he asked:
"Did you sleep well, sire?"
Arthur paused, his fork in the air, and he looked up to glare at Merlin, "Does it look like it, Merlin?"
"It was just a question!" Merlin said defensively, enjoying Arthur's clearly upset mood.
"Merlin, you are such an idiot."
With that the grumpy price wiped his mouth and stood up. Merlin followed him obediently out the door, and down into the courtyard just as they do every day. But today, instead of turning left to walk through the streets of Camelot, Arthur went to the tilting yard.
"Sire," Merlin questioned, "Aren't you suppose to walk around Camelot each morning and make sure there are no crimes going on?"
"Merlin, I don't feel like walking by the stalks today. Is that ok with you?" Arthur growled sarcastically.
Merlin nodded kept a straight face until Arthur turned away. As soon as Arthur was busy throwing spears or whatever knights do, Merlin's face broke out into a very ornery grin.
Well, what do you think? If I get enough reviews of people who like this then I might write more chapters of Merlin making Arthur dream about all of the situations Merlin's been put in. So…yay or nay?