I hate myself for listening to Of Monsters and Men's King and Lionheart because it's just breaking my heart even more (which sucks because I am currently in the process of healing), but hey, at least I got inspired.

Anyway, this is a Merthur drabble I just had to write. Hope all is clear!

Oh, one more thing! So sorry for possible grammar or spelling mistakes - I'm too lazy to search for a beta.


~ KING AND LIONHEART ~

Merlin hated the insufferable, stuck up, spoiled brat that was none other than King Arthur, the most important person in the whole of Camelot.

He absolutely despised his ignorant remarks about everything Merlin did, from the way he folded King's clothes to the way he walked in King's presence. Every morning, Merlin would get up with a nervous feeling in his stomach, ready to have another insult thrown at him.

At the battlefield, Merlin had always felt like he would much rather see the king lose at least once in his glamorous life than have him win every single battle, because Merlin knew very well what winning had meant to Arthur. He'd have to endure hours, sometimes even days, of Arthur boasting about his incredible fighting skills (he'd occasionally mention Merlin's uselessness, which would then only make Merlin grit his teeth and polish the king's armour a bit more fiercely).

Another thing which Arthur had done for years that had always made Merlin wish he was a pig about to be slaughtered, was the way Arthur worshipped Guinevere. Saint Gwen, always right. As Arthur's servant, he had to always be by the king's side, and he hated being forced to witness the king and queen's stupid, silly, completely and utterly disgusting conversations full of pet names and sweet nothings, because both of them were so bloody annoying.

Or so Merlin believed.

No – or so Merlin wanted to believe.

Merlin loved the compassionate, kind King Arthur who had the biggest heart in the whole of Camelot.

Arthur's teasing and playful comments made every day so much more interesting, and he'd often lay in bed at night thinking about every thing about himself that the king had pointed out because, really, if Arthur had noticed so many of Merlin's features, he certainly must had been looking.

Seeing the king lose a battle and have him injured had always been one of Merlin's biggest fears. He hated to admit it, but Arthur's exaggerated war stories were one of his favourite things to listen to, and for Merlin there was nothing better than listening to Arthur's voice full of pride and self-satisfaction.

And no matter how hard he tried, he couldn't hate Guinevere. Yes, he was jealous of the beautiful servant turned queen, but as much as seeing Arthur in love with someone else hurt him, the fact that Arthur was actually happy made him happy too.

What Merlin didn't know, was that the king actually had been looking at his young servant, in a way which only lovers looked at each other.

Arthur teased Merlin, yes. Arthur kissed and hugged Guinevere in front of Merlin, of course. Arthur called Merlin stupid, useless, an idiot, but he knew, he was certain that Merlin knew what he really thought of him.

Arthur would often think of himself as the king (what he was) and of Merlin as his lionheart (what he was too, only Arthur would never, ever admit that to the big-eared servant).

If only the two of them knew what the other had felt all those years.

And as Arthur's world came to an end, Merlin was there to hold his hand, because really, he was a king and Merlin was his lionheart.