Warnings: kid fic
Word Count: 407
Thanks to issy5209 for the beta!
Notes: Arthur is finally allowed to go to Merlin’s house to play.
This is a sequel to Knight, dragons, noodles and rice
Arthur ran through the garden, wielding his sword. He’d nagged father for so long that he was finally allowed to go to Merlin’s house to play. He knew he had to be on his best behavior or else father would take the privilege to come here away.
But all thoughts of behaving had vanished when Merlin opened the door and dragged him to the garden right away.
“Percy’s here, too!”
At first, Arthur had eyed the small chubby boy, but when he had produced a sword like his, he immediately became a friend. Everyone who had a wooden sword was a good knight!
So they ran about, chased each other, screamed, shouted and laughed until Merlin’s mam brought cookies and juice for them. He liked her, she was exactly what he’d always pictured a mother to be.
Now, an hour after the little break, he fought with Percy with all the earnestness they could muster. Percy’s sword clashed with his and they heard a cracking sound as Arthur’s sword broke apart. Due to the not-blocked attack, the blunt tip of Percy’s sword caught his shoulder.
This hurt, yes, but what was far worse…his sword!
Arthur looked at it with trembling lips and wished he had brought his knight plushie along. “It…it’s broked.”
Percy tried not to cry. He had never meant to hurt Arthur, Arthur was nice!
Having watched the scene from the kitchen window, Hunith hurried into the garden to check on the boys. Arthur let her examine his shoulder, all the while just staring at his broken sword.
Merlin took the handle from his hand, picked up the wooden blade and put them together as well as he could. His eyes flashed golden and the sword mended itself.
With one of the dragon-sounds he had been making all afternoon, pretending to be a big scary dragon, he handed the sword back and ran to the far end of the garden for the others to chase him.
Arthur didn’t even notice that Hunith ruffled his hair and sent him off with a kiss to his cheek. He just stared at the sword that was as good as new – well, a bit crooked, but at least it was in once piece - and then glanced over to where Percy was trying to catch Merlin, both of them giggling.
He had known it all along, Merlin was special.
He couldn’t wait to tell father about what had happened.