"Sorry, what?" Merlin asked. That was definitely a new one.
"Everyone thought I was my stepsister! For hundreds of years! I can't believe it. I'm glad I was adopted. I mean, sure, we might have the same haircut and dress sense and fighting style but still! I can't believe anyone would think that. That's too weird even for our father."
"Um." Merlin kicked Kylo on the ankle again. "Stop that," he hissed. Kylo reluctantly stopped trying to poke the stranger in the ribs with his lightsaber.
"He's wearing armor," he hissed back.
"Probably not armor that can block your sword!" Merlin hissed again. He cleared his throat. "Do you like your sister?"
"Step-half-sister," the stranger corrected grumpily. "Absolutely not."
"Oh. Er. I'm Merlin. This is Kylo." Merlin offered him a smile and got the most jaded look he had ever seen.
"Loki. Would you mind just going away now so I can yell at the sky some more?"
"Yeah, all right. When you get tired of that, we live that way." Merlin pointed back towards Camelot. "In a big white castle, you can't miss it. Just ask for me and — please don't do that to the guards! They don't get paid enough as it is."
Kylo had tried a sneak attack with his lightsaber and Loki had sprung up from the ground, pulled five knives out of nowhere, and now Kylo was stuck to a tree with throwing knives.
"Thanks. I just needed to get that out of my system."
"Bad day?"
"You have no idea."