It looked like - well, if he didn't know better - if it had been anyone but Merlin, that is, Arthur would have thought that it was sorcery. But, the thing was, this was Merlin.
"Yes, I do it to aggravate you," says Arthur
"I'm getting you down, idiot," Arthur replied. "Just try not to giggle too girlishly if I tickle you."
"What exactly are you doing?" asks Arthur, bemused.
Merlin pushes the helmet back on his forehead and focuses on his stance. "I'm quitting."
Arthur and Merlin get caught in a net. Awkwardness ensues.
Teyla didn't quite roll her eyes, but it was a near thing. "You must sing something, John."
Some time in the third year after Arthur is crowned king, Merlin has to leave Camelot, to rid a small part of Cumbria of a curse that has apparently defied the curse-breaking skill of any other benevolent sorcerer.
FORM 1803A: Missing Persons Alert, Santa Barbara Police Department
Time: After lunch. I had a burrito. Carne Asada. It could've used more guacamole.
Date: Today. The day after yesterday.
Fusion with Ursula le Guin's planet O. In a world with very different marriage rules, a noble wedding and a magical threat still can't make Merlin, Arthur, Gwen and Morgana talk about their feelings.
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