Aaaand it's another promt! :D For OhHowDelightfullyDreadful:
"What if while they were hunting, Merlin slipped on some rocks and almost fell off a cliff, but Arthur caught him, called him an idiot, and half-willingly let Merlin hug him?"
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As if hunting in general wasn't bad enough... Merlin thought angrily. Not only were the manservant and his master dreadfully lost – there are no cliffs anywhere Camelot – but Merlin's headache was driving him up the wall. The young warlock pondered that it was probably his fault, and made a mental note never to let Gwaine drag him to the tavern. Ever. Groaning, he pushed his hands up to his eyes to cover them from the evil sunlight, frying his eyeballs.
"Stop being such a girl, Merlin." Arthur said irritably. The king had already toppled over several times on the hazardous rocks on the cliff edge and his pride wasn't taking it very well.
"Remind me why we're walking in possibly one of the most dangerous places possible again?" Merlin grunted.
"Because, Merlin, we're on high ground. We're more likely to see Camelot from up here, therefore getting home sooner rather than later." Merlin rolled his eyes at his masters know-it-all tone and was momentarily blinded, resulting in a very awkward tumble.
"Argh!" Arthur twisted around as fast as his body would let him, just allowing him to see his manservant disappear behind the cliff.
"Merlin!" He bellowed, throwing himself on the floor just in time to grab a handful of brown jacket. Quickly, he threw his other hand down and caught Merlin's wrist, tugging him inelegantly onto the ground he was meant to be standing on. A moment later found them lying on the stone floor, Merlin's torso draped unceremoniously across a rather amused Arthur. "Merlin, you idiot, get off me."
"Oh, sorry sire." Merlin muttered, heaving himself up onto his feet. The pair stood in front of each other awkwardly for a moment before Merlin said; "Well, thank you for saving my life."
"Ah, it was no trouble." Arthur brushed off the thank you with a smile. Merlin held his arms out in a hugging gesture, and, before the monarch could protest, embraced Arthur with a small smile. Arthur uneasily raised his hands and hugged back, then discovered that he quite enjoyed hugging the annoying manservant. Rather like hugging a brother... Arthur thought, before dropping his arm and marching off with one arm remaining draped across Merlin's shoulders.
"You know... if you hadn't decided to fall in the first place, we may not be in this predicament." Arthur said quietly.
"Prat."
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