First Merlin fic! Enjoy
Arthur stalked backwards and forwards in a nervous fashion. He was covered in mud and not in a good mood. Awaiting his bath, he glared at his servants back as the poor boy scuttled about, trying to not aggravate the prince further.
As soon as the water was warm, Arthur stripped to his trousers. He was about to remove them, when Merlin suddenly stepped forward.
"What, Merlin?"
As he looked closer, he was surprised to see how sad the young warlock looked.
"Arthur, I know you're the prince, which is why I want you to forget that for a moment, and not freak out or threaten to cut my head off.
Arthur had no time to find a retort before Merlin stepped up and wrapped his arms around him.
Time stopped.
Instead of profanities, the future king of Camelot actually felt tears build up. He'd hardly ever had any physical contact like this. He buried his nose in Merlin's hair and returned the hug, not at all aware of what was going on.
When they finally pulled apart, Merlin returned to his duties as though nothing had happened. Arthur blinked, but kept quiet.
Merlin finally faced him with a smile.
"Your bath is ready, sire."
And with a nod and smile, he left the room.