Fandom Merlin. Title: Let It Snow
Title: Let it Snow
Rating: PG
Pairing: Merlin/Arthur kind of, its implied slightly.
Disclaimer: Not mine, never were and probably never will be.
Summary: After it has snowed, Merlin has a plan.
Beta:madtheo
Author's Notes: This was written as my beta's christmas present, because she's helped me so much over the last few months with other fics. So this is for her, enjoy itmadtheo , you deserve it. XD
Merlin was sure he hadn’t ever seen anything as wonderful as the sight in front of him now. At some point during the previous night it had snowed, so he had headed to the highest turret of the castle and looked out across the land. The thickening snow covered all of Camelot like a soft, white blanket hiding a new born.
Merlin loved the snow; it was cold, and fresh. Scooping up a handful of the white powder and packing it together, he smiled as he drew his hand back and threw the snow ball. He watched as the white ball broke apart on the grounds below and couldn’t help laughing. There was something about snow that brought out the child in him, and after recent goings on, he felt like being immature for once.
His smirk grew mischievous as his thoughts turned to the crown prince and how he had been cooped up in the castle for the last few days. Merlin had had to endure listening to Arthur complain about how cold he was and how he could never get warm. Well, Merlin thought, he had just the thing to warm the young prince up with.
Turning away from the view of the white wonderland, Merlin rushed through the castle corridors, slipping slightly as he took some of the corners too harshly. He was just rounding the last turn when he collided with the Lady Morgana, sending them both sprawling to the floor.
Merlin lay there for a moment trying to get his head to stop buzzing when Morgana came into his view, glaring at him.
“I’m sorry,” he apologized, ears reddening as he pushed him self up on his elbows. God, he hoped she wasn’t too mad at him; he didn’t like it when Morgana shouted.
“What were you running from, Merlin?” Morgana asked, gingerly sitting up and checking to make sure she was undamaged.
Merlin gracelessly found his feet and then proceeded to help Morgana back onto her own while awkwardly trying to touch her as little as possible. Wouldn't do to be thought groping the King's ward.
“I wasn’t running from anything,” he replied, checking the back of his head for injury. Perhaps Gaius' book had a spell to heal lumps? “I was looking for Arthur.”
Morgana smiled at him sympathetically, “Is he really worth you running after him?”
“Yes,” answered Merlin, before realizing what it sounded like. “That is…I mean he…”
“Merlin, I understand ,” said Morgana, taking pity on the young servant. “You're close to him.”
“Close to him?”
Merlin wondered why the corridor suddenly felt so warm. What did Morgana know? What did she mean?
“Yes, everyone can see it Merlin,” Morgana replied, seemingly enjoying his discomfort. “Well, everyone except Arthur, but then he always was...... slightly slow, shall we say.”
“M-my L-lady, I-I-“ stuttered Merlin, not exactly sure what reply was expected of him.
“Yes?”
“I-I…that is to say, I-I…Arthur…” God, he wasn’t making any sense! Why had Morgana felt the need to be so candid with him, a lowly servant?
“Merlin, it's all right,” Morgana's voice was more soothing now. “We all know Arthur is a close friend, despite you being his manservant.” She was smiling at the young man now.
Merlin felt the sudden weakness of acute relief flow through him once Morgana had finished speaking.
“F-F-Friends?” squeaked Merlin, the word seeming foreign on his tongue.
Morgana laughed, “Of course, Merlin, friends. That is what you and Arthur are, of course,”
“Friends,” repeated Merlin.
“Yes, Merlin, friends,” replied Morgana, one delicate eyebrow arching in amusement. “Now I have to find Gwen. Don’t go running into anyone else.”
Merlin nodded numbly as Morgana swept past him. He stood there staring at her retreating back for a moment, finally shook his head and carried on his way to Arthur’s chambers, albeit at a slower pace.
Reaching Arthur's rooms, Merlin raised his hand to knock before shaking his head, wincing at the painful reminder of his tumble. With resolve, he dropped his hand to simply open the door and walk in. After all, if he changed his habits now, he might convince himself that there was some other meaning behind Lady Morgana's words. Which, he was adamantly telling him self, there wasn’t. Not in any shape or form was there any kind of meaning behind her words.
“Ah, Merlin, you’re here. Good,” greeted Arthur from the window where he was stood. “You can see about making this place warmer. Build up the fire for me, maybe a cup of hot tea.”
Merlin smiled, remembering exactly why he had rushed here in the first place. He didn’t say a word as he took a step, not toward the fire, but toward Arthur instead.
“Merlin?”
“Yes, sire?” he asked, still smiling.
“You're supposed to be seeing to my comfort,” Arthur reiterated, giving Merlin a subtle, wary look. .
Arthur would never admit to anyone, including himself, that when Merlin had that glint in his eye, it was best to be on his guard. Merlin could be quite sneaky when he wanted something, and at this moment, Arthur was sure Merlin wanted something.
“I have something to show you,” said Merlin, dimples appearing as he flashed that endearing grin again.
Not giving Arthur a chance to say anything more, the young wizard grabbed the prince’s arm and dragged him sputtering from the room. Merlin was quite grateful they didn’t meet anyone on their way through the corridors as he didn't want to have to explain his enthusiastic and decidedly non-subservient treatment of the prince to Uther. He'd had quite enough time in the stocks, thank you very much
Ignoring the crown prince's protests was second nature now, Merlin having long ago grown used to the constant complaining about some inconvenience or another. Merlin let go of Arthur’s arm as he finally came to a stop at the door that led to the wonderful view.
“Do you mind telling me, Merlin, exactly why you dragged me across the castle?” Arthur asked, annoyance clear on his strong features as he shrugged the wrinkles out of his tunic.
“I have something to show you,” replied Merlin, still with that cheeky grin on his face
“You couldn’t have just asked me to follow?”
“Would you have though, followed me?” Merlin asked, his tone still light but his eyes now serious.
He could see the answer there in Arthur's eyes. No. Arthur wouldn’t have followed him. Anything Merlin asked was normally dismissed.
“Merlin,” spoke Arthur, vexation apparent in the one word.
“I have something to show you,” repeated Merlin. “Come on.”
This time Merlin didn’t so much as touch the prince as he pushed the door open. Stepping out into the snow covered balcony, Merlin felt the joy returning and couldn’t stop the smile from spreading across his face. Turning to look back at Arthur, his smile faltered slightly as he saw the glare.
“Merlin, I’m already cold and you bring me out here!” remonstrated Arthur, crossing his arms.
“Well, you aren’t exactly ‘out here’ yet, sire,” replied Merlin.
“This is ridiculous!” complained Arthur, starting to shiver. “I’m returning to my chambers!”
As Arthur turned away from him, Merlin rolled his eyes in exasperation before spying the disturbance in the snow he had created earlier. Smiling once more, the young servant hastily scooped up a handful of snow and threw it at Arthur’s back. He grinned as the snowball hit its target, making the prince stop in his tracks. Merlin took a step back as Arthur turned around, shocked surprise clearly written all over the young knight's face.
“You didn’t,” said Arthur, deadly quiet.
“I did, sire,” replied Merlin cheekily.
Again Merlin crouched down, gathering some more snow together before standing back up. With studied nonchalance, he glanced from the snowball to Arthur and back again, glad when Arthur picked up on what he was about to do.
“Oh no, Merlin no. I’m the crown prince, you can’t…” Arthur’s sentence was cut off as the snowball exploded on his right shoulder.
Merlin doubled over laughing; the look on Arthur’s face would stay with him for a very long time. The two of them may be destined for great things, but right now destinies and paths didn’t matter.
Merlin was surprised when a snowball hit his head, covering his black hair in the white flakes. Standing back up, he saw Arthur already forming another snowball.
It seemed his plan had worked as snowballs started flying between the two young men. Several times Merlin caught Arthur trying to sneak up on him while he was packing more snow, but Merlin was too quick for that. Winters spent in his village playing Dragonslayer and yes, Siege at Camelot, with Will had taught Merlin too many tricks to be caught unaware. That's not to say that he didn't perhaps use a little extra 'luck' to make sure some of the near misses actually hit their intended target. Of course, he could only do that few times otherwise Arthur would notice something strange going on.
Merlin went to scoop up another handful of snow, when Arthur's own snowball caught him on the left ear, sending his centre of gravity off and causing him to topple to the stone ground, landing solidly on his hand in the process. The smile fled his face as pain raced up his arm, making him feel momentarily nauseous.
“Merlin!” called Arthur.
“’M fine,” replied Merlin, sitting up.
He rested against the wall, cradling his hand tight against his chest and took some deep breaths as Arthur crouched down next to him. With no other person around, Arthur was acting more of the concerned friend than the arrogant prince. Which Merlin was very grateful for.
“Merlin?” asked Arthur, uncertain as to what he was meant to do, this being a little different than their usual life or death situations.
“I’m fine,” repeated Merlin, trying to sound as if his hand wasn't currently throbbing in time with his heartbeat.
He stretched his hand out in front of him, the pain starting to dull slightly, and he could clearly see the bruise forming already. He wiggled his fingers slowly, only wincing a small bit when it hurt. Suddenly the hand was taken by Arthur, who very gently turned it over. Obviously looking for some kind of damage, the surprised wizard just let the prince…no, his friend, check his wrist.
Merlin watched, fascinated as Arthur pushed his sleeve up and then started moving the wrist round in small circles. Merlin hissed as a couple of movements hurt him but mostly he kept quiet. He shivered as Arthur let go of him and he found him self staring into the gaze in front of him. His hand became forgotten as Arthur leant in close to him and whispered something.
All Merlin could make out were the lips moving so close to his; all he could hear was the blood rushing in his ears. He found him wanting nothing more than to lean forward and kiss the prince, his friend. He shook his head, closing his eyes, trying to form some sense of his mind when everything seemed to come back into focus and he finally heard what Arthur was saying.
“You don’t want to go to see Gaius?” Arthur asked, confused.
“Huh?”
“Your wrist, Merlin, wake up!” snapped Arthur.
Opening his eyes, Merlin was surprised to find that the prince had retreated away from him. He noticed Arthur had also slipped into royal prat mode once more.
“My wrist?” asked Merlin, glancing at the appendage in question.
“Yes, your wrist, Merlin, you idiot!”
Obviously Arthur had been trying to get his attention for a while, especially as Arthur had resorted to calling him names.
“It’s fine,” replied Merlin, climbing to his feet.
“Good. Now if you’ve finished your little game, I’m going back inside. I’m cold!” Arthur said, bad tempered once again.
Merlin didn’t bother replying. Watching Arthur leave, he thought that at least they'd had fun before his fall. A hint of a smile played on his face as he remembered Arthur laughing right along with him. Something cold hit Merlin’s face, and looking up, he saw that it had started snowing again. Let it snow, thought Merlin, more snowball fights to happen. He was sure he could drag Arthur out here again before the season was over. After all, miracles supposedly happened at Christmas time.
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Rating: PG
Pairing: Merlin/Arthur kind of, its implied slightly.
Disclaimer: Not mine, never were and probably never will be.
Summary: After it has snowed, Merlin has a plan.
Beta:madtheo
Author's Notes: This was written as my beta's christmas present, because she's helped me so much over the last few months with other fics. So this is for her, enjoy itmadtheo , you deserve it. XD
Merlin was sure he hadn’t ever seen anything as wonderful as the sight in front of him now. At some point during the previous night it had snowed, so he had headed to the highest turret of the castle and looked out across the land. The thickening snow covered all of Camelot like a soft, white blanket hiding a new born.
Merlin loved the snow; it was cold, and fresh. Scooping up a handful of the white powder and packing it together, he smiled as he drew his hand back and threw the snow ball. He watched as the white ball broke apart on the grounds below and couldn’t help laughing. There was something about snow that brought out the child in him, and after recent goings on, he felt like being immature for once.
His smirk grew mischievous as his thoughts turned to the crown prince and how he had been cooped up in the castle for the last few days. Merlin had had to endure listening to Arthur complain about how cold he was and how he could never get warm. Well, Merlin thought, he had just the thing to warm the young prince up with.
Turning away from the view of the white wonderland, Merlin rushed through the castle corridors, slipping slightly as he took some of the corners too harshly. He was just rounding the last turn when he collided with the Lady Morgana, sending them both sprawling to the floor.
Merlin lay there for a moment trying to get his head to stop buzzing when Morgana came into his view, glaring at him.
“I’m sorry,” he apologized, ears reddening as he pushed him self up on his elbows. God, he hoped she wasn’t too mad at him; he didn’t like it when Morgana shouted.
“What were you running from, Merlin?” Morgana asked, gingerly sitting up and checking to make sure she was undamaged.
Merlin gracelessly found his feet and then proceeded to help Morgana back onto her own while awkwardly trying to touch her as little as possible. Wouldn't do to be thought groping the King's ward.
“I wasn’t running from anything,” he replied, checking the back of his head for injury. Perhaps Gaius' book had a spell to heal lumps? “I was looking for Arthur.”
Morgana smiled at him sympathetically, “Is he really worth you running after him?”
“Yes,” answered Merlin, before realizing what it sounded like. “That is…I mean he…”
“Merlin, I understand ,” said Morgana, taking pity on the young servant. “You're close to him.”
“Close to him?”
Merlin wondered why the corridor suddenly felt so warm. What did Morgana know? What did she mean?
“Yes, everyone can see it Merlin,” Morgana replied, seemingly enjoying his discomfort. “Well, everyone except Arthur, but then he always was...... slightly slow, shall we say.”
“M-my L-lady, I-I-“ stuttered Merlin, not exactly sure what reply was expected of him.
“Yes?”
“I-I…that is to say, I-I…Arthur…” God, he wasn’t making any sense! Why had Morgana felt the need to be so candid with him, a lowly servant?
“Merlin, it's all right,” Morgana's voice was more soothing now. “We all know Arthur is a close friend, despite you being his manservant.” She was smiling at the young man now.
Merlin felt the sudden weakness of acute relief flow through him once Morgana had finished speaking.
“F-F-Friends?” squeaked Merlin, the word seeming foreign on his tongue.
Morgana laughed, “Of course, Merlin, friends. That is what you and Arthur are, of course,”
“Friends,” repeated Merlin.
“Yes, Merlin, friends,” replied Morgana, one delicate eyebrow arching in amusement. “Now I have to find Gwen. Don’t go running into anyone else.”
Merlin nodded numbly as Morgana swept past him. He stood there staring at her retreating back for a moment, finally shook his head and carried on his way to Arthur’s chambers, albeit at a slower pace.
Reaching Arthur's rooms, Merlin raised his hand to knock before shaking his head, wincing at the painful reminder of his tumble. With resolve, he dropped his hand to simply open the door and walk in. After all, if he changed his habits now, he might convince himself that there was some other meaning behind Lady Morgana's words. Which, he was adamantly telling him self, there wasn’t. Not in any shape or form was there any kind of meaning behind her words.
“Ah, Merlin, you’re here. Good,” greeted Arthur from the window where he was stood. “You can see about making this place warmer. Build up the fire for me, maybe a cup of hot tea.”
Merlin smiled, remembering exactly why he had rushed here in the first place. He didn’t say a word as he took a step, not toward the fire, but toward Arthur instead.
“Merlin?”
“Yes, sire?” he asked, still smiling.
“You're supposed to be seeing to my comfort,” Arthur reiterated, giving Merlin a subtle, wary look. .
Arthur would never admit to anyone, including himself, that when Merlin had that glint in his eye, it was best to be on his guard. Merlin could be quite sneaky when he wanted something, and at this moment, Arthur was sure Merlin wanted something.
“I have something to show you,” said Merlin, dimples appearing as he flashed that endearing grin again.
Not giving Arthur a chance to say anything more, the young wizard grabbed the prince’s arm and dragged him sputtering from the room. Merlin was quite grateful they didn’t meet anyone on their way through the corridors as he didn't want to have to explain his enthusiastic and decidedly non-subservient treatment of the prince to Uther. He'd had quite enough time in the stocks, thank you very much
Ignoring the crown prince's protests was second nature now, Merlin having long ago grown used to the constant complaining about some inconvenience or another. Merlin let go of Arthur’s arm as he finally came to a stop at the door that led to the wonderful view.
“Do you mind telling me, Merlin, exactly why you dragged me across the castle?” Arthur asked, annoyance clear on his strong features as he shrugged the wrinkles out of his tunic.
“I have something to show you,” replied Merlin, still with that cheeky grin on his face
“You couldn’t have just asked me to follow?”
“Would you have though, followed me?” Merlin asked, his tone still light but his eyes now serious.
He could see the answer there in Arthur's eyes. No. Arthur wouldn’t have followed him. Anything Merlin asked was normally dismissed.
“Merlin,” spoke Arthur, vexation apparent in the one word.
“I have something to show you,” repeated Merlin. “Come on.”
This time Merlin didn’t so much as touch the prince as he pushed the door open. Stepping out into the snow covered balcony, Merlin felt the joy returning and couldn’t stop the smile from spreading across his face. Turning to look back at Arthur, his smile faltered slightly as he saw the glare.
“Merlin, I’m already cold and you bring me out here!” remonstrated Arthur, crossing his arms.
“Well, you aren’t exactly ‘out here’ yet, sire,” replied Merlin.
“This is ridiculous!” complained Arthur, starting to shiver. “I’m returning to my chambers!”
As Arthur turned away from him, Merlin rolled his eyes in exasperation before spying the disturbance in the snow he had created earlier. Smiling once more, the young servant hastily scooped up a handful of snow and threw it at Arthur’s back. He grinned as the snowball hit its target, making the prince stop in his tracks. Merlin took a step back as Arthur turned around, shocked surprise clearly written all over the young knight's face.
“You didn’t,” said Arthur, deadly quiet.
“I did, sire,” replied Merlin cheekily.
Again Merlin crouched down, gathering some more snow together before standing back up. With studied nonchalance, he glanced from the snowball to Arthur and back again, glad when Arthur picked up on what he was about to do.
“Oh no, Merlin no. I’m the crown prince, you can’t…” Arthur’s sentence was cut off as the snowball exploded on his right shoulder.
Merlin doubled over laughing; the look on Arthur’s face would stay with him for a very long time. The two of them may be destined for great things, but right now destinies and paths didn’t matter.
Merlin was surprised when a snowball hit his head, covering his black hair in the white flakes. Standing back up, he saw Arthur already forming another snowball.
It seemed his plan had worked as snowballs started flying between the two young men. Several times Merlin caught Arthur trying to sneak up on him while he was packing more snow, but Merlin was too quick for that. Winters spent in his village playing Dragonslayer and yes, Siege at Camelot, with Will had taught Merlin too many tricks to be caught unaware. That's not to say that he didn't perhaps use a little extra 'luck' to make sure some of the near misses actually hit their intended target. Of course, he could only do that few times otherwise Arthur would notice something strange going on.
Merlin went to scoop up another handful of snow, when Arthur's own snowball caught him on the left ear, sending his centre of gravity off and causing him to topple to the stone ground, landing solidly on his hand in the process. The smile fled his face as pain raced up his arm, making him feel momentarily nauseous.
“Merlin!” called Arthur.
“’M fine,” replied Merlin, sitting up.
He rested against the wall, cradling his hand tight against his chest and took some deep breaths as Arthur crouched down next to him. With no other person around, Arthur was acting more of the concerned friend than the arrogant prince. Which Merlin was very grateful for.
“Merlin?” asked Arthur, uncertain as to what he was meant to do, this being a little different than their usual life or death situations.
“I’m fine,” repeated Merlin, trying to sound as if his hand wasn't currently throbbing in time with his heartbeat.
He stretched his hand out in front of him, the pain starting to dull slightly, and he could clearly see the bruise forming already. He wiggled his fingers slowly, only wincing a small bit when it hurt. Suddenly the hand was taken by Arthur, who very gently turned it over. Obviously looking for some kind of damage, the surprised wizard just let the prince…no, his friend, check his wrist.
Merlin watched, fascinated as Arthur pushed his sleeve up and then started moving the wrist round in small circles. Merlin hissed as a couple of movements hurt him but mostly he kept quiet. He shivered as Arthur let go of him and he found him self staring into the gaze in front of him. His hand became forgotten as Arthur leant in close to him and whispered something.
All Merlin could make out were the lips moving so close to his; all he could hear was the blood rushing in his ears. He found him wanting nothing more than to lean forward and kiss the prince, his friend. He shook his head, closing his eyes, trying to form some sense of his mind when everything seemed to come back into focus and he finally heard what Arthur was saying.
“You don’t want to go to see Gaius?” Arthur asked, confused.
“Huh?”
“Your wrist, Merlin, wake up!” snapped Arthur.
Opening his eyes, Merlin was surprised to find that the prince had retreated away from him. He noticed Arthur had also slipped into royal prat mode once more.
“My wrist?” asked Merlin, glancing at the appendage in question.
“Yes, your wrist, Merlin, you idiot!”
Obviously Arthur had been trying to get his attention for a while, especially as Arthur had resorted to calling him names.
“It’s fine,” replied Merlin, climbing to his feet.
“Good. Now if you’ve finished your little game, I’m going back inside. I’m cold!” Arthur said, bad tempered once again.
Merlin didn’t bother replying. Watching Arthur leave, he thought that at least they'd had fun before his fall. A hint of a smile played on his face as he remembered Arthur laughing right along with him. Something cold hit Merlin’s face, and looking up, he saw that it had started snowing again. Let it snow, thought Merlin, more snowball fights to happen. He was sure he could drag Arthur out here again before the season was over. After all, miracles supposedly happened at Christmas time.
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