Merlin's magic (Oneshots) 1

Reversed part 2

"I still don't understand why you have to go with me.", Merlin loudly complained. They were in the middle of the woods and this conversation had been circling over their heads since they left Camelot behind.
"Because you refuse to accept that you have magic. Therefore you don't know how to use it, which makes you defenseless.
Ergo – you need someone skilled with a sword to defend you."

"I'm pretty certain your sword is doing more damage than you are.", Merlin retorted angrily and corrected the way the bag sat on his shoulders. As usual, he was carrying more than his prince did.
What did Arthur need a servant for, if the servant couldn't even do that much?
"You talking to swords now?"

"No. I'm just a very observant person. I don't know if you've noticed – but it's the sword that is sharp enough to cut things. YOU are not."

Arthur stopped in his tracks and licked his dry mouth, before he turned to his useless servant.
"Was that an insult? I have you know, I KNOW how to wield a sword. You need to be sharp to use it right. Not that you'd understand."

"Oh, I understand just fine. I'm just saying an idiot can wield a sword just fine. You're just my best example. And you are pretty dull."
"You couldn't wield a sword if your life depended on it, Merlin."
"No, I'm pretty sure I can. Look. I can do it a lot safer too."

Arthur had hardly a second to respond, when Merlin's eyes were glowing yellow again and Arthur's sword unsheathed itself. It flew through the air, swinging around dangerously.
"What the fuck, Merlin. Put that down!", Arthur exclaimed, barely dodging one of those swings.

If they had their horses with them, Arthur knew they would have run off by this point. You're wondering where the horses are?
Well.... Uther, as the fantastic father that he was, had decided that Merlin didn't deserve to take one of the pricey horses with him. He was BANNED from Camelot. Not on a mission.
And since Arthur had said that Merlin's punishment should equal his own, Arthur himself wasn't allowed to take a horse either.
So instead of riding their way to Ealdor in what would have been two days... they were now stuck walking the entire way. Through the woods that were full of bandits and thieves.
But what did the king care that his only son was practically defenseless? And riding with a sorcerer no less. Father of the year. The man deserved a medal.

"Why? You wanted me to show you that I can hold a sword."
"How on earth can't you see that you're using magic right now!", Arthur basically screamed as he pointed at the flying sword.

Merlin huffed. "Not that again. I just picked it up!"
"Merlin, what the fuck."
"What? I don't understand why you hold the sword so close to yourself. It's far safer if you do it like this. Are you stupid or something?" As if on cue, his eyes glowed brighter and the sword waved around once more, just a bit further in the distance.
Arthur ducked at the sight.

"That would be, because I can't pick that thing up when I'm not touching it. You're using MAGIC to hold it."
Merlin huffed. "How many times do I have to tell you – I don't have magic." He rolled his eyes.

"Are you kidding me?"

"What? So you can't pick up a sword from a safe distance? That just means you're not as athletic as you think. Just because you're incapable of doing something doesn't make everyone who can a wizard."

Arthur held in a breath. This was almost funny. Almost. "Honestly Merlin. Who the fuck raised you?"
"Duh, my mom.", Merlin shook his head and let the sword fall to his side. Hesitantly, as if the sword would move again in merely a second (which with Merlin around, it totally could), Arthur picked it up. To be safe, he stepped on it first.

"It's not going to attack you.", Merlin rolled his eyes.
"With you around? I HAVE to doubt that."
"Screw you. I would never hurt you.", Merlin sighed and shook his head. Somehow he looked a little defeated in the dimming light of the day.
Arthur stopped in his tracks at that and his annoyed expression softened.
"I know that.", he muttered and ruffled Merlin's hair. "Let's make up camp for tonight."