When Arthur regains his consciousness, he isn't quite sure where he is. The first thing he becomes aware of is an unpleasant feeling between his thighs; like something is chaffing the skin there. He feels wind whipping through his hair. Odd, he thinks dimly, his thoughts clouded. Then he remembers. Merlin. The dragon. The blood. The m- The dragon.
He sits bolt upright, his eyes snapping open. "Merlin!" His sudden motion almost makes him fall sideways, but he hastily grabs the object in front of him: a spike. A spike...on the back of a dragon. Arthur feels like he's going to be sick as he takes in his surroundings. He's riding on a dragon, hundreds of feet in the air. He risks a glance down and immediately regrets it, his stomach churning.
"'s okay, Arthur..." A weak voice drifts back to him, and Arthur blinks. Merlin. He's lying slumped in front of Arthur, his eyes half closed, his skin pale.
A stab of fear shoots through Arthur's heart and he places his hands on Merlin's shoulders, leaning closer so he could better hear him over the rush of the wind. "WE'RE RIDING A DRAGON, MERLIN!!" He yells, then instantly feels bad when Merlin winces. "Sorry..." he bites his lip, lowering his voice. "Where...where are we going?"
"Isle...of the Blessed..." Merlin replies, shivering violently. He's chilled to the bone, and his teeth won't stop chattering. "I'm...c-cold, Arthur.....h-hold me?"
Arthur's heart nearly breaks at these words, and silently he leans foward, wrapping his arms around Merlin and pulling him back so his back rests against Arthur's chest, trying to warm him. He rests his chin on Merlin's head and murmurs, "Always."
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Forbidden - A Merthur fic
FanfictionUther Pendragon has hated sorcery since the very day it resulted in the death of his wife. He's ruled Camelot with an iron fist, murdering countless of innocent sorcerers in the public eye. He's raised his son, Arthur, to hate magic with equal passi...
