Merlin's magic (Oneshots) 1

Enarmored 2: Socks

I Big, giant THANK YOU to @itsjustchichi  for giving me an actual plot for this story!!!
I had planned to make this just random plots to show how everyone loves Merlin.
But now it's more than that and it wouldn't have been possible without her :D
I hope you'll like it.
There is more planned. This chapter just focuses on well.... Uther. Have fun ^^

I feel like the request was supposed to be more angsty. But i'm afraid it's gonna be crack humor instead.  :/ 

I hope you can live with that :D

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It was a normal day in Camelot. There hadn't been a war or a magical threat in over a week. Everything was peaceful.
In hindsight they should have known.

Arthur should have known something was wrong. A single peaceful week for Camelot was like the calm before the storm.
He was sitting at his desk and scribbled on one of his latest reports. Even if the report said nothing was going on. Even if everything seemed normal.

He should have known that eventually this peace would break. In the most horrible way imaginable.

"Arthur what is this?"

Arthur looked up, slightly confused to be spoken to as he scanned the room for the person who had interrupted the silence. He took in the sight of what Merlin was holding and then raised an eyebrow.

"I believe that would be called 'laundry', Merlin. It's your job to wash those.", Arthur rolled his eyes and turned his attention back to the sheet of paper.

The man with the complaint was, as you already know, Arthur's personal manservant. A man with a black mop of hair on his head and prominent ears that made him stick out in a crowd, but somehow failed making him a good listener.
He had a scarf that he wore even in summer for no particular reason other than fashion apparently. Though Arthur still wondered what was so fashionable about a rag that you tie around your neck.
Not to mention his boots which were already completely worn through.
He should really get new ones. But whenever Arthur commented on them, Merlin usually argued back that they had sentimental value or something.

As manservant, Merlin's job description included the following tasks:

Wake Arthur. Dress Arthur. Clean up Arthur's room. Bring him breakfast. Tell Arthur his appointments for the day.

Arthur also, occasionally (all the time) added chores to his list that were reserved for other ... specially trained servants. Such as preparing him for battle by providing him with cleaned armor and weapons and personally taking care of his horses.
Well... actually, even servants weren't usually handed over weapons.
Merlin was probably the only servant who was tasked with sharpening swords. Except maybe Gwen. But Gwen was the daughter of a blacksmith. She was trained to do this. Merlin... was not.

In addition, the prince relied on Merlin's growing skill set regarding medicine and education on magical threats.

But Merlin usually never commented on his way too large list of tasks. Okay, admittedly, he complained all the time, every day.
Today, it seemed, he felt especially rebellious.
Just because Merlin had many tasks, didn't mean he completed them all. Never mind to satisfaction.

"I know what laundry is, Arthur. Fucking LOOK at them!", Merlin stared at Arthur as if he couldn't believe what he saw. And he shook the objects that he had picked up from who knows where.
Arthur licked his lips in annoyance, before putting down his quill with more force than necessary.
Arthur cursed under his breath, as some of the ink spilled on the scroll and almost ruined the entire report.
Never mind that he had important work to do.