"Hurry up Merlin!" Arthur yelled behind him at Merlin who was hidden behind a hulking pile of armour that Arthur had ordered him to carry. "Yes sire!" came the muffled reply and Merlin sped up his struggled shuffling to catch up with his 'master'. He hoped that if he pretended to be the 'good little servant' then Arthur would let him go without giving him any last minute chores. He wanted to finish early so he could try and practice some spells he had found.
Lost in his thoughts he didn't notice the gauntlet that fell from the pile he was carrying until it was too late and he found himself falling backwards, having slipped on the darn thing.
He landed with a loud 'oomph' followed by the sounds of metal hitting concrete. He lay there for a moment, his face covered by Arthur's cold chainmail, wondering how, he; the greatest warlock of his time... could be so clumsy. "Merlin?" an annoyingly familiar voice asked, but Merlin didn't answer because he had heard the quiet sniggering.
He was blinded suddenly as the chainmail was lifted from his face and the bright morning light shone upon his face. "Are you alright?" Arthur asked trying to keep a straight face. "I'm fine, just tripped!" he muttered as he sat up and rubbed his head, it was then that Arthur cracked and laughed openly at him before reaching out his hand to help him up. He accepted the help a little reluctantly. When Merlin was standing Arthur rested his hand on his shoulder and a smiled cheekily. "It's ok Merlin i know you can't help continuously falling for me!"
Merlin swatted his hand away and began picking up the armour but not before mumbling a quiet "Prat".