Hello! New story but not the one I said I was going to do. That one has been put on hold because I'm stuck on ideas for it. Instead, enjoy this one :D It's a merlin/arthur story in case you haven't gathered already, and of course it includes a jealous Arthur ;)
Yay, first chapter:

Merlin trailed the spare sword along the ground, searching idly for something to alleviate his boredom. Giving up trying to count the number of trees in the forest, Merlin looked around for Arthur, deciding that though he was technically meant to be ignoring the prince for humiliating him, it would be alright to talk to him now in the name of boredom and then continue the ignoring later on.

Arthur had burst quite cheerfully into his room at the break of dawn announcing that he felt the sudden urge to hunt. Merlin had of course told Arthur where to shove his urge before burying his head into his pillow. Grudgingly half-awake, he was suddenly aware of a chill across his back, indicating that he was not in fact wearing a shirt. Weighing his options, Merlin had chosen to remain where he was in his nice, warm bed rather than to get up and put on a shirt, because after all, it was just Arthur. Hearing a very un Arthur-like snort, Merlin peered up from his pillow. To his mortification, it was not just Arthur, but a small group of knights. Blushing quite madly, he had burst out of bed and thrown on a shirt, combing his messy bed hair through with his fingers whilst trying very hard to ignore the three knights in the corner obviously trying to either hide their smile with a subtly placed hand or stifle their laughter. Merlin shot a withering look at the prince who was smirking triumphantly, making a mental note to ignore the bloody prat and to make as much noise as possible whenever an animal came close.

Spotting the prince up ahead, Merlin frowned when he saw that Arthur was engaged in a scarily passionate conversation about sword techniques and battle strategies with Sir Gawain, something he'd rather not get sucked into because no doubt with his luck and well, Arthur's prattish nature, he'd end up being insulted one way or another and end up with extra sword training sessions. Merlin looked to either side of him, deciding to approach the friendlier looking knight to the right of him. Dragging the heavy sword behind him, Merlin fell into a comfortable pace next to the knight.

"Hi."

The knight looked startled as he realised that the boy was talking to him. Not that he had anything against servants talking to knights, it was just that usually the boy was somewhere talking to Arthur. The two were almost inseparable, and though they called each other names and bantered quite a bit, Kay could see that in reality the two were close friends.

"Er, hello."

"I'm Merlin."

Sir Kay's initial wariness morphed into a smile as a result from the strangely disarming voice of his new friend.

"Sir Kay. Or just Kay really."

Merlin smiled, he was glad that Kay wasn't one of those knights who refused to acknowledge servants as anything other than an unpleasant presence hovering in the background.

"So what ungodly hour did Arthur wake you up this morning?"

Kay laughed, "Not all of us got caught in a compromising state. I wake up every day at dawn to train, so I was already awake when the prince went trolling for victims."

Merlin shook his head, "Still, what a prat."

As both mused over the words, Kay trying to hide a grin from the nonchalant way the boy beside him insulted the prince, the toe of Merlins boot caught the top of a tree root, sending the boy sprawling across the forest floor, sword clattering noisily in front of him.

Arthur turned around upon hearing the tell-tale clatter of a sword thrown haphazardly against a rock. Rolling his eyes at the sight of his manservant on the ground, Arthur bent down to pick up the mistreated sword.

"Really Merlin, only you could fall over face first when walking at the pace of a snail. Look at this sword, it's all blunt at the edges now." Tutted the prince.

"Don't know what you're complaining about," muttered Merlin as took the hand offered by Sir. Kay and pulled himself off the ground, "I'm the one who's going to have to sharpen and polish it anyway."

Arthur raised an eyebrow, "Well whose fault is it that swords blunt? Besides, you know it is part of your job description as my manservant to keep maintenance of my swords. Or did you let your mental affliction get in the way again and you've simply forgotten?"

Ignoring the eye roll, the prince walked towards Merlin, taking over as he looked with a small glimmer of concern in his eyes, prodding limbs and checking for injuries.

"I'm fine."

Arthur nodded, handing the spare sword back to his manservant, "No apparent injuries."

Surveying his surroundings, Arthur beckoned his knights.

"We'll stop here for a break and breakfast and we'll resume the hunt in an hour. Gawain, you scout north for any dangers, Leon, you scout east, I'll take west and Kay you take south. Everybody circle back in no more than fifteen minutes"

The knights nodded, taking off slowly in their assigned directions, though stopping at the provisions bag Merlin had just taken off his back to sneak a drink of water from the leather canteens.

Merlin frowned, "What about me, which direction do I go?"

Snorting Arthur started to head West, "You're not to move. That way you can't possibly trip over anything and end up in the stomach of a wild boar."

Sulking, Merlin strolled over to sit on a log, adding to his list of reasons to give Arthur the silent treatment.

Sir. Kay, who was the last one to drink from the canteen, was still finishing up when the rest of the knights and the prince had headed off. Seeing the talkative manservant sulking on the log, Sir. Kay chuckled.

"You do realise you get to just sit here and enjoy the sun while to rest of us have to walk to the scrub and do all the work, right?"

To the knight's surprise, Merlin let out an exasperated sigh.

"It's boring and pointless sitting here though, there's nothing to do and no one to talk to. And I'm completely capable of scouting as well, I'm not a girl."

Kay let out a small smile, he quite liked Merlin. The knights were brilliant company, but the ones who weren't up tight were a small crowd and he never really met anyone new as peasants tended to either avoid knights or treat them in a polite manner which immediately made it so that no friendship could be formed without uneasiness hanging in the air.

Looking around cautiously for the prince and deciding that no harm could possibly come from it, Kay turned towards Merlin,

"You can come with me if you like. Nothing ever happens on a scout and it'd be nice to have someone to talk to."

Grinning, Merlin stood up eagerly, and the two headed off into the woods.

Merlin laughed, eyes crinkling as Kay finally gave in and the two were bursting into fits of laughter. Any awkwardness between them had disappeared quickly after a bit of chatting and now the two were exchanging stories. Kay had just told Merlin about the time his unfortunate brother had fallen in love with a girl, only to discover after a month of wooing that the said girl was really a boy who took pleasure in dressing up as a lady. Completely off-guard and in a dangerous false sense of security, Merlin let out a surprised yelp as Kay, who no matter in what situation possessed the acute alertness of a trained knight of Camelot, pushed him out of the way.

Stunned, Merlin looked up in time to see Kay take a glancing blow from the creature's right paw before stepping back and drawing out a sword, standing protectively in front of his new friend.

"Merlin, do you happen to have brought that spare sword with you?"

Merlin groaned, "I left it at the campsite."

Cursing, Kay, kept eye contact with the beast in front of him, wondering whether to attack now or to wait until it attacked him first so he could catch it on the offence. The creature was unidentifiable, talons ran from its neck down to its two flickering tails, an obvious creature of magic.

Deciding to attack first, Sir. Kay took a lunge forward, striking his sword at the shoulder of the beast, only to have mythical animal rear back in anger and take another swipe at him. Kay moved quickly out of the way, the realisation that the sword had barely scraped the thing dawned on him and he realised that there was minimal chance he would get out of this alive.

Not breaking eye contact with the beast again, Kay spoke out loud to Merlin, feeling quite sorry that he had brought his new friend into this mess,

"It's a creature of magic, I can't kill it. I'll never be able to out run it but you can try make a break for it and it tries going after you I'll do my best to distract it."

Merlin panicked when he watched the sword bounce harmlessly off the skin of the beast. Kay's heroic words had confirmed his suspicion that the creature was made of magic but he was horrified at the suggestion that he leave his friend to die.

Swallowing nervously, the young warlock stretched out his arm.

"Jesus Merlin, what the hell are you doing, run for it!"

Just as the creature lunged at Kay, it's mouth open and sharp teeth baring, Merlin's eyes flashed golden, words pouring effortlessly out of his mouth.

Kay gasped as the massive beast hit an invisible barrier. Roaring in pain as a golden glow surrounded its body, the beast howled before setting off quickly into the distance, prey completely forgotten about.

Turning around he saw the remnants of gold disappear from the raven-haired boy's eyes. Lowering his hand, the boy stepped back, fear evident in his voice.

"I can explain."

Kay picked up his sword. Staring accusingly at what he thought was his friend; he quickly took a defensive battle stance. "Magic." He hissed

:D How was that? Worth reviewing over? I hope so :p

Hands up if you're dying from the lack of new Merlin episodes like me D; I hope they come out with a trailer soon