tambear13Title: Hero's and Thorns.
Rating: PG
Pairing/s: Arthur/Merlin
Character/s: Arthur, Hunith, Merlin
Summary: Arthur rescues a bird.
Warnings: None.
Word Count: 338
Prompt: Tangled!
Author's Notes: I had so much fun writing them as children for the last prompt that I couldn't resist doing it again! Hope you enjoy! ♥
“Oh, Arthur!” Merlin whined, pointing into the bushes with his stick that he was using as a sword. “Look, it’s stuck.” He stuck his bottom lip out in a pout, his big blue eyes filling with tears.
Arthur peered over Merlin’s shoulder, tuffs of blond hair tickling Merlin’s chin.
“Do something,” Merlin said with a sniffle.
The little bird was caught in the thorns of the blackberry bush, chirping in panic and flapping its wings in distress.
Arthur threw his own makeshift sword onto the ground, and stepped into the hedge.
“Ouch!” A thorn caught on his arm, small specks of blood appearing on his tanned arm.
He took another step, reaching out to the little bird when he lost his footing, a hidden log in the undergrowth rolling and causing him to stumble.
He fell into the thicket, the brambles clawing at his skin and clothes. The little bird got free in the commotion, but now Arthur was sprawled in the hedge, tangled up in the brambles.
“Arthur,” Merlin shrieked, panicking as he saw little rivulets of blood seeping out of the scratches all over Arthur’s face and arms.
“Help me!” Arthur said, trying to pull himself free of the thorns – ripping his t-shirt in the process. “Ouch,” he sniffled, the stinging hurting more than he wanted Merlin to know.
“Boys, what are you doing?” Hunith appeared around the corner of the house.
“Arthur fell into the bush!” Merlin said, biting his lip and looking at his mother with his best we’re not doing anything look.
Arthur stuck his tongue out at Merlin.
“Oh Arthur,” Hunith cooed, bending down to help the little boy out of the brambles. “Come on, let’s get you cleaned up.”
“I was rescuing a bird!” Arthur said, taking Hunith’s hand and letting her lead him into the little house.
“Quite the little hero, aren’t you?” She said, looking down at the mop of blond hair, full of leaves and tangled with twigs.
“You’re bums all dirty!” Merlin giggled, skipping along behind them.