A/N: I write fluff for my friends when their sad. SO. YEAH. Here, have some Merthur fluff? IN WHICH ARTHUR LOOSES A BET AND HAS TO WEAR THE ROYAL SERVANTS OUTFIT. Very short.
"I don't know why I have to do this." That had to have been the fifth time Arthur had said that since he'd disappeared behind his changing screen. Merlin stood across the room, leaning against the bedpost, arms tucked loosely across his chest. He still didn't know /how/ he'd managed to convince Arthur to do this, but he had.
"You don't /have/ to do it." He reminded, though it would be a disappointment. "It's…fun." From behind the screen came a scoff.
"I fail to see how this is /fun/." Arthur's voice tightened at that last word, and Merlin could vaguely make out the sounds of struggle. The screen was bumped, and wobbled a bit but held up.
"Trust me, this is fun." He returned, grinning now.
"Fun for /whom?/ No, wait. Don't answer that. You're probably enjoying yourself far too much." Merlin snickered, and a few more moments of rustling and the room went silent again.
"Merlin?"
"Hm Hm?"
"If you laugh, I swear to-"
"I won't laugh. Now come on, out with you."
There was a few seconds of hesitation after that, and Merlin did his best to keep that anticipatory smile from his lips. Arthur emerged from behind the screen, donning that overpowering red and, oh, that /ridiculous/ hat. He snorted. One hand flew to his mouth to keep back laughter but he was too late. "Gods that /hat/!" He couldn't keep back his amusement, voice muffled by his palm. Arthur, on the other hand, was less than thrilled. He recognized that sudden scowl that took the others features and ducked out of the way just in time to avoid being slapped across the face with one of those horridly long features.
"N..no Arthur I'm sorry I didn't mean it!" Merlin laughed despite himself and the emanate danger he faced Arthur caught him with a growl and they fell back onto the bed in a tangle of limbs and bright red fabric.