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11 August 2009 @ 09:27 pm
Cold (A Merlin Fic)  
Title: Cold
Author: Oxymoronics
Rating: G
Summary: Merlin's been out in the rain and Arthur isn't sympathetic
Spoilers: None that I know of!
Notes: Beta'd by the wonderful Georgia,merlinsgeekyfan . I hope you enjoy it xD

 

Merlin sneezed, causing an expression, similar to disgust, to flicker over the Prince’s face.

“Merlin? Do you mind?” Arthur gestured to the plate of food in front of him.

“Sorry sire.” His servant apologised, inconspicuously trying to wipe a hand across his leaking nose, currently brighter than the tomatoes he had been pelted with days before, made worse by the contrasting pallor of his skin.

“You look dreadful!” Arthur commented, staring at Merlin as if it had suddenly sprouted two heads.

“Gee, thanks!” His replied dripped sarcasm as, through narrowed eyes, he slammed down the serving platter.

“You’re welcome Merlin.” Rolling his eyes at how, at times, such an intelligent person can be so absolutely stupid, Merlin resumed his position beside Arthur, holding vigilant as he troughed through his dinner like the pigs his mother used to keep.

“Mmmm. Groob foob Moolin!” Arthur said around a mouthful of delightful looking food before holding out his goblet to be filled. As Merlin leant over to fulfil his task, he sneezed.

Arthur almost choked on his food before recovering.

“MERLIN!” The prince exclaimed, rising to his feet before shoving his manservant, causing some of the wine to trickle over the edge of the serving jug.

They both watched in silence as it pooled on the floor, a hairs breadth away from Arthur’s recently polished boots.

“Now look what you’ve done!”

“Me?” Merlin protested, the cold causing his voice to drop a few octaves.

“Yes you! Do you see any other bumbling servants around here?”

“The only person I see is a royal prat, sire!” Merlin snapped, kneeling, despite his aching joints, down to mop up the liquid lest he be tempted to ‘pop’ his ‘master’ on that pretty face of his. 

“It would serve you well to remember your place, servant.” Merlin’s hand froze momentarily before continuing.

“Yes, sire.”

“Good. Now leave that alone – my goblet is still empty.” Arthur shook his cup in front of Merlin’s face impatiently.

“Yes, sire.” Merlin repeated teeth still gritted against the constant pain in his side, before refilling the Prince’s empty cup.

After taking a sip of his drink, his master ate in peace for a while before laying his cutlery beside his plate.

“Will that be a-a-atchoo!” Merlin was just about to pick up Arthur’s plate when the sneeze broke through Merlin’s filter, right over the remnants of the prince’s food.

“I guess that shall have to do Merlin, as I don’t remember the contents of your nose being on the menu today.” Arthur spoke, evidently exasperated despite the small smile gracing his features.

Merlin had the decency to flush.

“I apologise profusely sire, it serves me right for being in the rain so long, doing jobs for you.”

“That’s quite alright, Merlin.” Arthur started, missing the obvious undercurrent of sarcasm in his servant’s voice, “Just see that it doesn’t happen again.”

As soon as Arthur turned his back, Merlin decided he was childish enough to stick his tongue out to make him feel better.

“I saw that,” Merlin’s eyes widened in shock as the Prince turned in the doorway, grinning crookedly. “If you’re going to stick your tongue out at me, Merlin, at least wait until I’m out of the room.” With a twinkle in his eye and smile still in place, he left behind a flustered Merlin, trying to figure out how Arthur managed to get one over on him!



 


 
 
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