Gwaine's POV

'Merlin!' I yelled as I entered his room.

He jumped and all the shining balls of light in his room disappeared. Did he really just make all that?

'Gwaine! It's not what you think!' He said quickly. I sighed as he tried to cover his ass. I've had enough of this bull.

'I know it's magic. I'm not stupid. I've known since we've met!' I exclaimed, walking over and sitting beside him on his bed, grinning.

'What? How the hell did you know?' Merlin asked, eyes wide and almost indignant.

'It's hard to miss randomly flying plates that no one threw. If I didn't know then I'd definitely know when we went to help Arthur on his quest. Really, who else would be Magic? I'm not an idiot.' I asked, treating him as if he was the idiot.

'Well how would I know? It works with Arthur!' Merlin protested, throwing his arms up.

'Well the Princess is thick then!' I said, loudly. Both of us burst into laughter.

'So you're not angry?' Merlin asked smiling. I looked at him. Protruding ears, goofy neckerchief, far too innocent demeanor. No wonder Arthur doesn't think Merlin's an evil sorcerer. He doesn't look evil at all. A fluffy bunny could have more evil than Merlin.

'Of course I'm not angry? I get it. Arthur's a prat and prince of magic-hating Camelot. And I'm his knight.' I said, clapping him on the back. 'But Merlin, I was your friend first and my loyalty will always lie with you, mate.'

'Thanks Gwaine.' Merlin said, grinning happily.

'No problem. You know we should use your magic for some worthy cause… like pranking Arthur!' I suggested joyfully. Merlin laughed and I took that as a yes. This was going to be bloody fun.