Title: It's Like Magic
Author: Kiki1770
Rating: T for Language
Setting: Season 5
Summary: The contest...enough said :)
A/N Ugh, admittedly, this is not my best piece of work, but it's been like a month since as I updated! I'm currently working on four hours of sleep, so I apologize for any mistakes. I'd also like to say that updates are really going to slow down for this drabble fic. As any junior in high school knows, this year is the hellish of them all!
Brotherhood 3: The Contest
Merlin was exhausted. And to make it worse, he was starving! It started off as such a normal day too! Merlin and Arthur were going through their usual routine when Merlin noticed that Arthur looked tense and jumpy. And being the idiot he is, suggested to Arthur that they go hunting. Brilliant Merlin, absolutely brilliant, he thought to himself.
Arthur, Leon, Gwaine, Percival, Elyan, Merlin, and a few squires all set off to go on a mass hunting trip two hours later. Lucky them, they ran into a huge camp of bandits. There were fifty of bandits, and ten of them. Merlin had to do a lot of sly magical intervention. Using a lot of his magic wasn't the hard part; the most difficult thing was to do it on the sly. Now he was mentally exhausted.
But Arthur being the murderer-of-cute-cuddly-creatures he is, decided not to call off the hunt. By some miracle they found an entire herd of deer. Arthur and Gwaine took down two of the biggest bucks. Even the squires managed to catch a fawn or two. It was way too much for them to carry back to Camelot.
"I suppose we'll just have eat it now," Gwaine said, smacking his lips together. "I propose a contest! Whoever can eat the most meat, don't have to carry the other stag." His glinted mischievously. Merlin groaned when all the pig headed competitive knights wanted in on this competition (There was a LOT of extra meat). Somehow he magically, no pun intended, got roped into the competition. But Merlin wasn't complaining, win or lose he would still do the grunt work, so why not get the food out of the process?
"Ready…and GO!"Gwaine shouted and about an hour later when all the venison was smoked and slathered in spicy herbs (courtesy of Merlin), the competition began. The knights tore into their meat like a pack of Arthur's dogs. Merlin and Squires eat in much more delicate, civilized manner.
An hour later, Merlin was the only one still munching. "Ugh…where do you put all that meat Merlin? You're making my stomach hurt just watching," Merlin grinned cheekily and swallowed a bite before telling a half truth.
"Well, Gaius says I have an abnormally high metabolism. You may find it hard to believe but I sometimes eat twice the amount of food you eat," Merlin told Arthur. He was only half lying. Merlin did have a high metabolism, but as a result of the using so much magic in the last few days, he really needed a lot of food to build it all back.
"And you called me fat," Arthur rolled his eyes, but groaned and held his stomach. He and the knights lazily lay in the grass, while Merlin happily chewed away at the royal feast before him.
My reasoning? There are way too many starving Merlin-Fics in this fandom. I really wanted to do write something that didn't involve a self-starved Merlin. And no I didn't forget that Percival is practically a bear! I just thought it would be funnier if Merlin beat Percy as well. Plus I just love food too much, hehe.
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