This is going to be a sort of drabble marathon countdown to series 5. And a bit of a thank you to all my lovely reviewers for my other stories, you guys have been seriously making my life recently, and I want to hug you all. Alas, I cannot, but this is for you guys.
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"Merlin, what are you doing?" Arthur asked, gaping at his manservant.
"Tidying sire, what else?" Merlin replied flatly.
"Well it's just, you never tidy."Arthur noticed Merlin roll his eyes at this comment and then wince.
"Normally, sire, I wait until you're not around, so as not to disturb you." Merlin stood up with an armful of clothes and headed to the door. "Will that be all?" That was it. Arthur was convinced. In one swift monition, the young king was on his feet, a sword on Merlin's neck.
"Who are you and what have you done with Merlin." Merlin gaped at Arthur for a moment before saying;
"It's me sire, what convinced you otherwise?"
"I don't know, maybe the 'sires' and the 'cleaning' and the fact that you're doing your job for once." Arthur cringed inwardly at the hurt expression that flickered across his manservant's face before he became completely stoic again.
"As your servant, it is my job to fulfil my duties, I was merely showing the respect you deserve as my king. I am but a mere servant; I have no right to treat you in any other manner." Arthur barely managed to disguise the snort of disbelief that he emitted.
"You're joking right?" Arthur laughed. However, his laughter soon faded when he saw the sombre expression on Merlin's face. "This isn't about yesterday, is it?" There is was, the familiar slump of defeat, his eyes cast at the ground. "Merlin, I was angry. Frustrated. And you were just, there. Being annoying you."
"You hit me." Merlin stated, barely concealing the hurt and disappointment in his voice.
"I know, and for that I am eternally sorry. I was having a bad day, but I had no right to take it out on you." Arthur said quietly, placing a hand on the manservant's shoulder. Merlin shrugged the hand off and rubbed the bruised area around his left eye.
"It hurt." Merlin whispered, his voice cracking. Arthur looked away, ashamed.
"I know, I'm sorry."
"I thought I was you friend Arthur, You're...you're like a brother to me. Brothers don't hit each other." The young man's voice wobbled slightly, but before any tears had the chance to fall, Arthur grabbed Merlin's shoulders and pulled his lanky body into his in a bear hug. Arthur pressed his face into Merlin's raven hair, desperately trying to hide the tears of guilt and shame glistening in his eyes.
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Well. That was angsty. I promise the others won't be like that. I TAKE REQUESTS! And promts or whatever you'd like to call them, so please, if you have am idea, pop them in a review and send them my way :')