Merlin's magic (Oneshots) 1

Prat Dragon

A.N.:
Based on this: https://www.instagram.com/p/CARvHxRl9sl/?utm_source=ig_web_copy_link prompt.

Kilgharrah and Arthur swap bodies.
I don't think I need to explain more.

Art by me: insta: changelink23
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WARNING: CRACK .... but i think it's funny :)

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Merlin was used to Arthur screaming. No really. He was.
Normally Arthur threw insults at Merlin. Along with Goblets or other objects that never truly hit their target. Unless of course the target was the floor.
Or he just shouted for Merlin through the entire castle.
So loud that it had started rumors about them long ago. Merlin never cleared them up or denied them. Simply because it was kind of convenient that he could leave the Castle shouting nonsense and nobody would question it.
And Arthur hardly talked to other servants than Merlin. So he hardly heard of the rumors.
But this story isn't really about these rumors. Except maybe that these rumors were the reason nobody really second guessed Arthur's strange behavior.

The thing is – Arthur's screaming this morning wasn't actually a scream. It was more like a roar.
And even that wasn't really what had Merlin so put off this morning.
No. It was more the fact that Arthur was -

"You're dressed.", Merlin deadpanned. He wasn't even THAT late! How dare Arthur just – do his job? Merlin got PAID for this! Just kidding – he was actually glad Arthur had SOME basic understanding of the art of dressing one self.
Arthur turned around sharply. His gaze set on Merlin with a look of wisdom that was designed to irritate him.
"You have come – servant.", Arthur said ominously. His voice patient but also somehow – not at all patient. Like someone who was trying very hard to keep his emotions and or excitement inside.

"Yes.", Merlin slowly replied and knitted his eyebrows into a frown.
"You told me to be here in the morning, remember?"

"Ah – I cannot say that I recall, Merlin.", Arthur said and sighed deeply. "Not everything is foretold."

"What the hell are you talking about?"

"Destiny, Merlin." Then he looked at the breakfast plate Merlin brought along. "Destiny and chicken." But he didn't look pleased. And that even though Arthur loved chicken.

"It's barely after sunrise. How much did you drink?", Merlin asked exasperated.

"Nothing at all, young w- friend." 'Friend?', Merlin frowned.
"But I have urgent business to attend to. You would do well to rest.", Arthur nodded at him.

"What does that mean?", Merlin asked suspiciously. 'Rest? Arthur asked HIM to rest? What?'
"It means I can survive one day without you and you should take a day off."
Now that was odd. Arthur was laughing. He even failed to be subtle at it.
"Ha ha. Very funny, my Lord.", Merlin bowed lightly.
"What do you want me to do today? Polish your armor? Clean your room? The usual?"

Arthur had a glint in his eyes as he winked at Merlin.
"For that question, you must find the answer yourself." And with such a cryptic message, he walked passed Merlin, grabbed a knife and after some consideration an apple and left. He didn't even use the knife to slice the apple in half. He just bit right into it and half walked, half waggled out of the room. Like he would run into the next table at any second. He was either not used to his own body – or simply drunk. Strange – Merlin hadn't even brought him wine yesterday.

Merlin blinked a few times, before he shook his head and went to do his usual job. Merlin didn't really hate cleaning Arthur's room. Usually that is.
But it was far from simple work. Which is why he liked to complain about it. Arthur had a habit of throwing all his stuff through the room. Today was even worse than usual. As he had seemingly taken all of his possessions and just thrown them onto a pile.
He even went so far as empty all his cabinets of gold and clothes and just -
Merlin was already feeling the headache coming up. Taking a day off his ass -
What a prat.