Merlin's magic (Oneshots) 1

Be my husband

A.N.- WARNING:// Too much fluff
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„I want you to be my husband."

Merlin choked on his wine. It didn't end with just choking as he just coughed and coughed, until one of the other servants came to help him. By simply clapping his back far too lightly.
After a few minutes of struggling to catch his breath, Merlin looked up at his amused looking king again.
"You want me to be your what now?"
Arthur rolled his eyes and took a sip from his own wine.

The mere fact that Merlin was allowed to sit in the throne room with Arthur, on the round table, AND was offered wine, had Merlin suspicious from the moment he had sat down.
Also, they were alone. Well, at least on the table they were sitting at.
The guards and servants positioned on the wall were straightening tall at Arthur's random proposal.

"Don't be so skittish Merlin. I don't REALLY want to marry you.", Arthur rolled his eyes, like what he said made any sense.
"There is a small village near the borders of Camelot. That is said to harbor two sorceresses."
Arthur took another sip of his wine, smacking his lips at the taste before putting down his golden goblet.
He waved for a pitcher to refill it. Odd. Arthur never drank this fast. Maybe he was just as nervous about this whole situation as Merlin was.

Merlin gave him a pointed nod. "And how am I to be your husband then?"

Arthur grinned, his eyes directed at the ceiling. "Because, Merlin. I have decided that you and I are going to live in said village for a couple of days.
We need to know what they are planning. They wouldn't know who we are, when we're undercover. Two men coming to Saccir will be a bit obvious. Pretending we're married however and running from Camelot - that would make the whole thing more believable, don't you think?"

"Why do we need to know what they are planning? Have they done anything?", Merlin asked, feeling very very weird and warm underneath his skin. It was probably the wine.

Arthur's head tilted to the side. Okay, maybe Merlin should have started with something more like: Oh no, they are sorceresses. You want me to go in there and TALK to them like they are NORMAL people with normal lifes and the wish to be left alone??? How DARE you. I'm so scared.
Or, no even better. Maybe he should be outrageous about the whole be my husband thing.

"BECAUSE, Merlin. They are sorceresses, which makes them dangerous." Arthur rolled his eyes.
Merlin frowned. "Ah.", he said. He looked comical with his jaw clenched like that. His lips in a firm line, his eyes squinted as he didn't even look at Arthur. As though he looked at someone else and asked them if Arthur was on the cider. Merlin did that sometimes.

"Yes. Pack your things. We'll leave tomorrow morning.", Arthur waved his hand at him, dismissing him without further explanation. Merlin supposed there really was no need for more.

"Absolutely, Sire. Just a -", Merlin couldn't help it, as Arthur raised an eyebrow at him, as he took another sip of his wine.
"Next time you propose to me. Maybe you'd like to - er - set the mood a bit more. I dunno. A candle, perhaps, a ring or something. You know."
This time it was Arthur who choked on his wine. Causing Merlin to grin right before he bowed and left the throne room.

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Merlin knew he was missing key information this time. Argh, things would be easier, if Gwen hadn't run off with Lancelot and married him. Arthur could have just taken HER with him.
Then again - Merlin really wasn't too keen on leaving Arthur alone with two sorceresses. How was Arthur so sure they weren't going to kill him?
Merlin had to be extra careful this time. He packed his own bag first. After contemplating forth and back, he finally decided to bring his magic book along.
Maybe he should also make up a believable background story for him and Arthur.
He knew his king. Arthur had probably not wasted a second to think further than, "we're married. Bahm, problem solved."
What else that entailed, what implications they would have to live with - it was probably better if Merlin was prepared.