So here it is! The first one-shot of many (I hope). First massive thanks to MerlinFanNumber1 for letting me do this because it's her lists that inspired this (if you haven't already go check them out '50 ways to annoy...") so all due credit to her for the basic idea behind each one. Now without further ado, on with story!

50 ways to annoy Arthur Pendragon

#1 Ask him to pout

"I just don't know how to convince him!" Arthur threw his hands in the air in exasperation.

There had been reports of a group of sorcerers roaming the forest - so naturally Uther was on a rampage having worked himself into his custom 'magic frenzy' as Merlin had so nick-named it. Arthur had, of course, volunteered himself for the job but had been told in no uncertain terms was he to go.

There was a valid reason for this being that he had recently suffered an injury whilst on patrol and could now barely lift a sword in order to fight his way out of a wet paper bag (he had a fractured wrist) but of course this didn't stop the young prince.

"Well you are injured..." Merlin pointed out and then ducked quickly to avoid the oncoming goblet. When he stood again he noticed Arthur gently cradling his wrist, the effort of throwing something having been too much.

He pointedly raised his eyebrows - a trick learnt from Gaius.

"I am not injured!"

"Arthur. I could beat you in a fight at the moment." Merlin put his hands on his hips.

"I doubt that."

"You just injured yourself throwing a goblet!"

"Yeah... Well... Shh."

Merlin rolled his eyes and began collecting parts of Arthur's armour from where it had scattered to the four corners of the earth (or so it seemed).

"I'm going to go talk to my father again."

"You know if it doesn't work," Merlin shouted and Arthur turned back, "You could always do the pouty thing you do."

"MERLIN! I am a prince, princes do not pout."

"Ahh," Merlin nodded in agreement, "But you are also a prat, and prats do pout."

Arthur went to pick something up to throw before realising he couldn't with a painful twinge of his wrist. He let out an annoyed noise before storming from the room slamming the door behind him.

Merlin smiled to himself.

"I expect my armour polished and my stables mucked out by dinner!"

Merlin stopped smiling.