Merlin Headcanons

Gwaine

Gwaine looked disturbed. The expression was out of place on his normally cheerful face. The man had cracked jokes on the way to the Dark Tower, for crying out loud.

"Merlin, can I trust you?"

Merlin was offended for a split second before he remembered his own secrets and decided he didn't have the right to judge any of the knights on the score of secrecy. Except Mordred. He reserved the right to judge him as much as he wanted.

Gwaine was continuing. "I mean, I know I can trust you, but, can you keep a secret for me? Even from Arthur?"

"Are we talking taverns or treason?"

" . . . The latter."

Merlin paled. He hadn't expected that. "Treason as in regicide?"

"What? No! No! Just . . . something technically illegal."

"You do a lot of technically illegal things, Gwaine. What was it this time?"

"I've got magic."

Merlin gaped at him for a second.

"WHAT?"

"You know, magic." He wiggled his fingers.

"Yes, I know what it is, thank you, Gwaine. Are you sure?"

"Yes."

Merlin bit back a curse. "This is bad. This is really bad. What are you going to do?"

"I don't know. Find someone who can teach me to control it? I don't want to accidentally throw Percival across in the field in training or something. I thought Gaius might be able to help somehow."

Merlin bit his lip. "Maybe. We should go talk to him - "

An apple core hit him in the head. "What was that for?!" he demanded.

"You being an idiot!"

"What - "

"Is it really that impossible to trust somebody, Emrys?"

The color drained from his face. "Where did you hear that?"

"I overheard you and Mordred talking. What's up with you two by the way?"

"Nothing. Look - " A thought hit him. "You don't actually have magic, do you?"

"Nope."

He sighed and sank to the floor beside Gwaine. " . . . You're not going to tell Arthur, are you?"

"What are you, mental? You honestly think I'd tattle on my best mate?"

"So you're both committing treason. Lovely. And Mordred too. This just keeps getting better and better."

Arthur was standing in the doorway. Merlin gulped.

Gwaine stood and stretched lazily. "If it makes you feel any better, I'm ninety-nine percent positive Lance knew before he kicked the bucket."

"Not really, no."

"Shame that. Hey, I don't suppose you could give Merlin the night off, could you?  I want to ask him - "

"You want me to give Merlin - a sorcerer - the night off."

"Yep."

"GWAINE!"

"So that's a no, then?"

A/N: Obviously, less of a headcanon and more of an AU.