Disclaimer: TVD/Merlin is unfortunately not owned by me. Don't ask how my mind works - it's complicated. If you like Merlin, this might entertain you. For some reason this attached itself to Kol and would not let go. An AU Kol/Originals drabble.
The Sword in the Dirt
It was always this story that fascinated Kol more than the others. It was their loss, when they laughed at his proposal to find the sword in the stone. He was going to be Knight of the round table. He was going to live his dream. He didn't care if they thought him crazy. He was Kol Mikaelson and he would get his way, that was no mistake.
Jousting was his favoured sport. He was good at it too. It had taken him time to practice with a block of wood and several splinters. His mother listened to his dreams. His brothers and sisters chortled into their soup and his Father refused to hear any of it - stories were a waste of time and he should not waste his time on them.
Sword fighting was Klaus and Elijah's favoured sport. Kol imagined pulling their swords from the ground, pretending they were in the rock. He pretended he was Arthur of Camelot and he would rule if he just showed everyone he could do it. It was magic.
Perhaps it was because of the magic that Kol liked the story. Perhaps it was because he felt like this was his fairytale: that this story was most like him and like Arthur, nobody understood how hard he worked to stand next to his father, to try and be worthy in his eyes. Maybe it was because Kol always thought he never fit well with his brothers and sister and that being somebody else made life easier.
Elijah found him struggling under the hilt. Klaus made fun of him, his younger brother was so weak.
Elijah waved a hand to quiet him. He kneeled, playing on and Klaus rolled his eyes. Kol smiled and closed his eyes, pretending to hear all the whistles from his servants and knights - pretending to see the light's rays shine on him in the thicket and then he felt a soft peck on the cheek and Rebekah was staring at him with a grin. She took his hand and Klaus roared with laughter as Kol dropped the sword into the dirt.
"And they lived happily ever after." Rebekah whispered. Kol's face flushed as Klaus wiped his eyes and challenged Finn to a fight. Elijah ruffled his hair and picked up his sword like it was a feather.
"Better luck next time, brother." Elijah murmured as Kol shook his hand free from Rebekah's and she watched him stalk off. She shrugged and held onto Elijah's other hand.
"He's gone to pout now." Kol heard her say. He hadn't. Not entirely. He let them be and went to re-read his favourite tale to his Mother who never mocked him like his brothers and sister.
One day he'd be a Knight and he'd rule over his own kingdom. They'd see.
A/N: hmm not sure if this is sweet or sour? I imagined Kol being about seven or eight as I wrote this. It amused me to think Kol would have an obsession with legends, but then again this is AU so I guess anything could happen. I loved Elijah and Rebekah's moment and Elijah's kindness to Kol. Obviously Klaus thought it ridiculous and childish but that's not the point. I hope you enjoyed this drabble. Stay tuned for more stories, coming soon. If anyone has any prompts feel free to send them my way.
