Title: Its Like Magic
Author: Kiki1770
Rating: T for Language
Summary: Do the Arthur's Knights like Merlin more than him?
Setting: Post Season 3
A/N: Okay so I was really excited about this drabble series and I just had to post another one in the same day. I think you'll see soon that my drabbles seem more like mini one-shots than drabbles. Some of them are definitly too long to be drabbles. By the way, I have about 25 written already, so the more you review the faster I update :)
Friendship drabbles center Merlin-Arthur's relationship, awareness and respect for each other. (Mostly Arthur growing to respect Merlin though, teehee)
Friendship1: Divide
Arthur, Gwaine, Leon, Lancelot, Elyan and Percival were all sitting in the tavern after a particularly grueling patrol around Camelot. The thing Arthur liked the most about the tavern wasn't the mead or the wine, but because it was the one of the few places in the Kingdom where his knights would treat him like any other man. Without the oppressive airs of the citadel and in a room full of merry men and their drunken cheers, his men weren't required to maintain their stiff countenances
"It's a shame Merlin can't join us," Gwaine said casually, but there was a sarcastic edge in the man's words. Arthur tried to ignore the jab but his pride didn't allow him to do so. Gwaine was not going to blame Arthur for Merlin's ...ahh, nonattendance.
"Someone had to see to the horses. Besides, Merlin's had plenty of rest hiding behind trees and under rocks while we took care of the bandits," Arthur said almost immaturely, only slightly intoxicated. Lately he started to get the feeling that his knight's liked Merlin more than him. He was the prince damn it! Stupid, idiotic manservant of his was taunting him. Arthur hicced as an afterthought.
Lancelot rolled his eyes. He knew the prince was only saying that because he was drunk. He shot Percival and Gwaine a knowing look. Since Merlin wasn't here to shave Arthur's ego down, they'd have to do it themselves. Let the teasing begin!
"You know, Merlin is one of the bravest men I know. He's at our side in every battle with nothing more than his neckerchief and scrawny boots. And yet, he has always come out without a scratch." Lancelot nonchalantly added, although he knew the manservant's confidence came from his magic, but the other knights didn't need to know that.
"That Merlin," Gwaine added. "You know what I like about him? He never asks for any praise. That man is the epitome of modesty," Gwaine shook his head in laughter when the prince's face contorted into a sour one.
"He's also wise, if we had listened to his advice about the Lamia, we never would have gotten enchanted." Percival shook his head slyly glancing at Arthur's feigned indifference. Gods, was making fun of Arthur such a fun pastime. Especially when Merlin was the leverage for the teasings. Arthur slammed his tankard of mead down on the table.
"Alright, I get it! You like Merlin more than me!" He declared in a defeated tone, and regally tried to walk out of the tavern. Too bad the knights had all erupted in laughter, ruining any chance of the Prince leaving with dignity. Poor Arthur, Lancelot shook his head. As soon as the Prince walked out the door, Gwaine, Percival and he burst out laughing, and clasping their forearms in congratulations. Somewhere in the back of his mind, Lancelot knew he was gonna get it tomorrow.
Unoriginal, I know, but always fun to rub into Arthur's face! Also in this version, Lancelot lives.
Review Review!
Kiki1770