Summary: Merlin, Arthur and lots of bunnies. Mandatory fluff ensues.
A/N: Written on a prompt/idea from yummypie193: Arthur calls Merlin stupid and then gets his throat thorn out by rabbits.
A/N #2: Don't worry, Arthur survives the bunny encounter. I exceeded the word count but instead of splitting the chapter in two, you get it all at once. (because you guys are awesome!)
Chapter 30: The Rabbit Curse
"It's not like I'm an adult with a functioning brain or anything, Merlin. Of course your red scarf wards off evil murderous bunnies."
"Blue scarfs work too." Merlin couldn't help rolling his eyes, "But you're missing the point. The Rabbit Curse has been inflicted on Camelot because we hunt down innocent adorable animals without reason!"
Arthur was about to point out that bunny stew tasting delicious was a very good reason to hunt rabbits when he heard a rustle in the forest. He held up his fist in a signal even Merlin correctly interpreted as shut up, and crept through the forest silently when he stumbled upon a warren of some of the plumpest, fluffiest white rabbits he had ever beheld.
He carefully pulled a throwing dagger out of his belt when he noticed that the rabbits had congregated on a human body. The realisation startled him into accidentally stepping on a twig, making a dozen or so glowing eyes (why did the bunnies have glowing red eyes?!) to swivel towards him.
"Drop the dagger, Arthur," Merlin whispered from his side.
Arthur suppressed a very manly yelp and let the dagger fall to the ground.
"What now?"
"You have to promise to stop killing rabbits. You are the king; your vow will undo the curse."
The biggest rabbit had put its front paws on the dead man's chest and as Arthur watched, it lowered its mouth and licked at the bloodied throat. He gulped, "I, Arthur Pendragon, King of Camelot, promise that no citizen from my kingdom shall ever hunt a rabbit again."
Satisfied with Arthur's promise Merlin knocked him out with a lump of wood. He'd just tell Arthur that the lifting of the curse had unleashed a powerful magic that made him lose consciousness. After all, it had worked before. Next he undid the enchantment on the eyes of the rabbits before wiping off the strawberry smeared at the unconscious (not dead) man's throat.
He had successfully made sure Arthur would never hurt a cute and fuzzy bunny again.
He was lying in the midst of said bunnies that were running around him or nuzzling him.
The prat was fast asleep.
Today had been a good day.
