I don't own Merlin.


At the time, he wasn't really thinking. Not at all. He especially wasn't thinking "Hey, someday I'll be friends with this Prat and we'll lounge about the throne room laughing about the time he attacked me with a mace." That's not at all what he was thinking. If he had been thinking that, which (of course), he hadn't, he would have thought himself crazy. Absolutely insane. Maybe more insane than standing there with manure on his face and calling the Crown Prince a clotpole. And now here they were sitting, him and the Prat. And laughing about it. That settled it. Destiny was crazy. Bloody insane.