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There he was. Mr Regal-Power-Hotty-Pants Prince Arthur. Ignore him, Merlin told himself, just walk straight by. He may be the prettiest thing you have ever seen but nobody is worth admiration with a personality like that.

Merlin was quite proud of himself when he actually took his own advice. But the feeling didn't last long.

"How's your knee walking coming along?" Merlin shut his eyes in the hope that it would somehow make the prince disappear. "Oh don't run away!" No such luck.

"From you?" He immediately cursed himself for taking the bait. Well not literally, he probably could curse himself if he wanted to, but he did give himself a good mental slapping.

"Oh thank god! I thought you were deaf as well as dumb."

"Look I've told you you're an ass, I just didn't realise you were a royal one." Prince Arthur laughed, and Merlin didn't like how good that made him feel. He watched as the prince turned to see the reactions of the men beside him. "Oh what are you going to do? Get your daddy's men to protect you?"

"I could take you apart with one blow." He sounded so cocksure, if only he knew.

"I could take you apart with less than that."

"You sure?" Oh he was sure, and if he wasn't careful he was going to prove it. "Here you go big man." The prince threw him a mace, and Merlin winced as he failed to catch it. He was going to withdraw, but then Prince Arthur laughed at him, and then not even Gaius could stop him. "Come on then," Prince Arthur taunted, as he began to spin his own mace around his head and shoulders. "I warn you, I've been trained to kill since birth." Merlin couldn't not take the bait this time.

"Wow, and how long have you been training to be a prat?"

"You cant address me like that!" The prince sounded genuinely shocked, and Merlin wasn't sure how to feel about this. The guy had been brought up treated like royalty – he was royalty! Which meant no one ever teased him, disagreed with him, or put him back in his place when they needed to. Well, just this once, Merlin was happy to take one for the team.

"Sorry," he bowed mockingly. "How long have you been training to be a prat, my lord?"

The look on Prince Arthur's face was priceless, and Merlin was sure some of the villagers were trying to hide a smirk. He would have enjoyed the moment longer if it weren''t for the spinning mace that the prince was now thrusting in Merlin's direction.

"Come on then Merlin."

He had asked for it really. You can't go calling the king's son names and then expect him not the challenge you. And after his gallant display, even if he did say so himself, he could hardly run away like a coward now could he?

That is why, instead of running away, he simply walked backwards in a slow and calm manner. Until his mace got caught on something and Prince Arthur took a swing at him. He then began to practise his acrobatics as he ducked and swerved out of the way of Prince Arthur's blows, climbing over stools and jumping over obstacles.

Which is when, of course, he tripped and fell, landing on his face and unable to scramble and get up, making him the perfect target for any proud-utterly-gorgeous-stuck-up princes that may be out for his blood.

"You're in trouble now!"

"Oh god."

He had no choice really, if he didn't use magic he would have been mince meat, it was self defence! At least that was what Merlin planned to tell Gaius as he summond his inner magic and caused Prince Arthur's mace to get cause around some shears. And make the prince walk into a box. And then make him trip over a rope.

Quickly he picked up the mace and began to swing it round as a helpless prince backed away and stumbled over.

"Want to give up? Do you? Do you? Do you want to give up?"

Seeing Prince Arthur laying there beneath him, all hot and sweaty from this unplanned exercise, at his complete mercy, was far more arousing than Merlin gave it credit. He had to look away for fear of what he might do and caught a glimpse of a disaproving Gaius in the crowd.

Shit.

And then before you could say magic, Merlin was on the floor following two swift blows from a broom, handled by Prince Arthur.

Two guards swept Merlin off his feet, locking their arms around him. Going to jail two nights in a row? That must have been some sort of achievement.

"Wait." Merlin frowned as he looked at Prince Arthur. What was he going to do now? Kick him? Punch him? Banish him? "Let him go." Oh, Merlin certainly hadn't been expecting that! "He may be an idiot, but hes a brave one." The guards released Merlin, who brushed himself down. Maybe there was more to the prince than Merlin had given him credit for. He looked at Merlin with a quizzical expression, stepping into Merlin's personal space so that Merlin caught a whiff of the prince's scent. It made him feel slightly dizzy. "There's something about you Merlin. I can't quite put my finger on it." And then he left, and Merlin felt even more disorientated than before.

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There he was. Mr Regal-Power-Hotty-Pants Prince Arthur. Ignore him, Merlin told himself, just walk straight by. He may be the prettiest thing you have ever seen but nobody is worth admiration with a personality like that.

Merlin was quite proud of himself when he actually took his own advice. But the feeling didn't last long.

"How's your knee walking coming along?" Merlin shut his eyes in the hope that it would somehow make the prince disappear. "Oh don't run away!" No such luck.

"From you?" He immediately cursed himself for taking the bait. Well not literally, he probably could curse himself if he wanted to, but he did give himself a good mental slapping.

"Oh thank god! I thought you were deaf as well as dumb."

"Look I've told you you're an ass, I just didn't realise you were a royal one." Prince Arthur laughed, and Merlin didn't like how good that made him feel. He watched as the prince turned to see the reactions of the men beside him. "Oh what are you going to do? Get your daddy's men to protect you?"

"I could take you apart with one blow." He sounded so cocksure, if only he knew.

"I could take you apart with less than that."

"You sure?" Oh he was sure, and if he wasn't careful he was going to prove it. "Here you go big man." The prince threw him a mace, and Merlin winced as he failed to catch it. He was going to withdraw, but then Prince Arthur laughed at him, and then not even Gaius could stop him. "Come on then," Prince Arthur taunted, as he began to spin his own mace around his head and shoulders. "I warn you, I've been trained to kill since birth." Merlin couldn't not take the bait this time.

"Wow, and how long have you been training to be a prat?"

"You cant address me like that!" The prince sounded genuinely shocked, and Merlin wasn't sure how to feel about this. The guy had been brought up treated like royalty – he was royalty! Which meant no one ever teased him, disagreed with him, or put him back in his place when they needed to. Well, just this once, Merlin was happy to take one for the team.

"Sorry," he bowed mockingly. "How long have you been training to be a prat, my lord?"

The look on Prince Arthur's face was priceless, and Merlin was sure some of the villagers were trying to hide a smirk. He would have enjoyed the moment longer if it weren''t for the spinning mace that the prince was now thrusting in Merlin's direction.

"Come on then Merlin."

He had asked for it really. You can't go calling the king's son names and then expect him not the challenge you. And after his gallant display, even if he did say so himself, he could hardly run away like a coward now could he?

That is why, instead of running away, he simply walked backwards in a slow and calm manner. Until his mace got caught on something and Prince Arthur took a swing at him. He then began to practise his acrobatics as he ducked and swerved out of the way of Prince Arthur's blows, climbing over stools and jumping over obstacles.

Which is when, of course, he tripped and fell, landing on his face and unable to scramble and get up, making him the perfect target for any proud-utterly-gorgeous-stuck-up princes that may be out for his blood.

"You're in trouble now!"

"Oh god."

He had no choice really, if he didn't use magic he would have been mince meat, it was self defence! At least that was what Merlin planned to tell Gaius as he summond his inner magic and caused Prince Arthur's mace to get cause around some shears. And make the prince walk into a box. And then make him trip over a rope.

Quickly he picked up the mace and began to swing it round as a helpless prince backed away and stumbled over.

"Want to give up? Do you? Do you? Do you want to give up?"

Seeing Prince Arthur laying there beneath him, all hot and sweaty from this unplanned exercise, at his complete mercy, was far more arousing than Merlin gave it credit. He had to look away for fear of what he might do and caught a glimpse of a disaproving Gaius in the crowd.

Shit.

And then before you could say magic, Merlin was on the floor following two swift blows from a broom, handled by Prince Arthur.

Two guards swept Merlin off his feet, locking their arms around him. Going to jail two nights in a row? That must have been some sort of achievement.

"Wait." Merlin frowned as he looked at Prince Arthur. What was he going to do now? Kick him? Punch him? Banish him? "Let him go." Oh, Merlin certainly hadn't been expecting that! "He may be an idiot, but hes a brave one." The guards released Merlin, who brushed himself down. Maybe there was more to the prince than Merlin had given him credit for. He looked at Merlin with a quizzical expression, stepping into Merlin's personal space so that Merlin caught a whiff of the prince's scent. It made him feel slightly dizzy. "There's something about you Merlin. I can't quite put my finger on it." And then he left, and Merlin felt even more disorientated than before.