It's happened so often that it might almost be boring. You know, if it wasn't for the impending death thing.
One (1) monster/sorcerer/mythological creature/invading army threatening Camelot/the King/Arthur (delete as applicable).
One (1) (and one only) way to defeat said threat - magic.
One (1) person able to use strong enough magic to defeat said threat - enter Merlin, stage left.
And Arthur rolls his eyes, because it's a threat, yes. A terrible, horrifying threat that could level Camelot to the ground, but a common task that he faces on a near weekly basis nowadays. (And, really. It's not like he hadn't noticed that the amount of threats towards Camelot/the King/himself had drastically increased since a certain someone had arrived in the city, even before he knew of a certain someone's magic.)
And he picks up his sword, because there's really hardly anything that a good whack with a sharp blade can't fix, except the griffin. And the whole unicorn/Anhora debacle. And being coerced into eloping with a visiting noble woman, although he'd made Merlin reveal the real story behind that one and. Huh.
And he turns and presses a kiss to Merlin's slightly open and protesting mouth, firmly stopping the flow of gibberish and he's pulling away, already mentally preparing to face the threat-of-the-week, when Merlin pulls him back.
"You're not going," Merlin says, and he has that look on his face that reminds Arthur of all the times he's blacked out, somehow, and woken up the next morning in his comfortable bed with the threat eliminated.
"Am too," Arthur retorts, and he wonders when he regressed to being a five-year-old child again. It happens a lot around Merlin. And Morgana. "And you are not coming with me. Understand?"
Merlin just looks at him as if Arthur's been relieved of his mental faculties. It's a fairly common look on Merlin, and Arthur wonders whether he should be doing something about that.
"This?" Merlin says, reaching for Arthur and drawing him close. "This is true love, you know."
And something in Arthur's chest swells proudly and warmly, and he suspects he has a rather silly grin on his face, despite impending injury/death/doom.
"Oh, really?"
Merlin nods, and leans in to whisper in Arthur's ear.
"You think this happens every day?"
It's the last thing Arthur hears before everything starts to go dark again and...really, Merlin. A little subtlety wouldn't go amiss.
The last thing Arthur thinks, though, is that he'll probably wake up later still with the stupid, proud, pleased grin.
'This is true love...', Merlin, Merlin/Arthur
One (1) monster/sorcerer/mythological creature/invading army threatening Camelot/the King/Arthur (delete as applicable).
One (1) (and one only) way to defeat said threat - magic.
One (1) person able to use strong enough magic to defeat said threat - enter Merlin, stage left.
And Arthur rolls his eyes, because it's a threat, yes. A terrible, horrifying threat that could level Camelot to the ground, but a common task that he faces on a near weekly basis nowadays. (And, really. It's not like he hadn't noticed that the amount of threats towards Camelot/the King/himself had drastically increased since a certain someone had arrived in the city, even before he knew of a certain someone's magic.)
And he picks up his sword, because there's really hardly anything that a good whack with a sharp blade can't fix, except the griffin. And the whole unicorn/Anhora debacle. And being coerced into eloping with a visiting noble woman, although he'd made Merlin reveal the real story behind that one and. Huh.
And he turns and presses a kiss to Merlin's slightly open and protesting mouth, firmly stopping the flow of gibberish and he's pulling away, already mentally preparing to face the threat-of-the-week, when Merlin pulls him back.
"You're not going," Merlin says, and he has that look on his face that reminds Arthur of all the times he's blacked out, somehow, and woken up the next morning in his comfortable bed with the threat eliminated.
"Am too," Arthur retorts, and he wonders when he regressed to being a five-year-old child again. It happens a lot around Merlin. And Morgana. "And you are not coming with me. Understand?"
Merlin just looks at him as if Arthur's been relieved of his mental faculties. It's a fairly common look on Merlin, and Arthur wonders whether he should be doing something about that.
"This?" Merlin says, reaching for Arthur and drawing him close. "This is true love, you know."
And something in Arthur's chest swells proudly and warmly, and he suspects he has a rather silly grin on his face, despite impending injury/death/doom.
"Oh, really?"
Merlin nods, and leans in to whisper in Arthur's ear.
"You think this happens every day?"
It's the last thing Arthur hears before everything starts to go dark again and...really, Merlin. A little subtlety wouldn't go amiss.
The last thing Arthur thinks, though, is that he'll probably wake up later still with the stupid, proud, pleased grin.
It's not really a bad thought to have.