Wooo, more Merlin drabbles!
Ahhh, Dani, you are good for my brain. Even if you found the fic before I posted it. Ah well, on to the big bang!
Kitten
“What in the name of…? Ow! Ow, stop that you little..!” Merlin scooted backwards from out under Arthur's’ bed, a very angry tabby colored kitten cupped in one hand. Merlin glared at it balefully, and it hissed at him, releasing Arthur’s tunic to leave another set of bleeding scratches on his arm. “Stop that!”
“Stop what, Merlin? Talking to yourself again?” Arthur's amused voice drifted in from the door, accompanied by the sound of something soft hitting the floor. Most likely more filthy clothes, that he continued to leave strewn about his chambers despite the nice, convenient basket Merlin had tucked into a corner.
“You do realize I just cleaned in here, you utter prat.” Merlin glared at Arthur and pointed at the tunic on the floor by Arthur's feet with his free hand. “Stop doing that and take this.” He shoved the kitten at Arthur, and picked up the shirt. “Why do you even have a cat?”
Arthur petted the kitten, who relaxed and began purring loudly under his fingers, giving Merlin a look from the corner of his eye. “It was a gift from a little girl in the marketplace. What else was I supposed to do with it, leave it outside?”
Merlin sighed and showed off his bloody wrist and hand. “It should not be stuck under your bed, where I had to crawl under and get it before it did any more damage.” Merlin sighed and looked at Arthur, who was making ridiculous cooing faces at the kitten, who preened under the attention.
Merlin gritted his teeth, and told himself he was not jealous. Not of a tiny kitten who was wrapping Arthur around its tiny little paws. He was a warlock, the greatest to ever live if that irritating beast under the dungeons was to be believed, and he was above those things.
“Oh honestly, Arthur, give it here.” Merlin scooped up the kitten, who protested by sinking its sharp little claws into his chest and yowling up at Merlin. “Did you even name the little bastard yet?”
Arthur shrugged, and tried not to grin too wide. It wouldn’t do to let Merlin know that he knew exactly what he was doing. “Oh, I had a few. He isn’t too bright, shows me absolutely no respect, and is strangely territorial…”
Merlin’s shoulders suddenly relaxed, and he felt a smile start tugging at his face. “So, you’re naming him Arthur then? Might get confusing for the two of you.”
Arthur snorted, coming over and petting the kitten and glancing at Merlin. “No, I was thinking Incompetent. Or Pain in the Ass.”
Merlin snorted and leaned in to steal a quick kiss. “You, Sire, are impossible. And I hate your cat.”
Arthur laughed, eyes flashing a deep blue. “He might grow on you. I certainly warmed up to you, didn't I?”
Kitten
“What in the name of…? Ow! Ow, stop that you little..!” Merlin scooted backwards from out under Arthur's’ bed, a very angry tabby colored kitten cupped in one hand. Merlin glared at it balefully, and it hissed at him, releasing Arthur’s tunic to leave another set of bleeding scratches on his arm. “Stop that!”
“Stop what, Merlin? Talking to yourself again?” Arthur's amused voice drifted in from the door, accompanied by the sound of something soft hitting the floor. Most likely more filthy clothes, that he continued to leave strewn about his chambers despite the nice, convenient basket Merlin had tucked into a corner.
“You do realize I just cleaned in here, you utter prat.” Merlin glared at Arthur and pointed at the tunic on the floor by Arthur's feet with his free hand. “Stop doing that and take this.” He shoved the kitten at Arthur, and picked up the shirt. “Why do you even have a cat?”
Arthur petted the kitten, who relaxed and began purring loudly under his fingers, giving Merlin a look from the corner of his eye. “It was a gift from a little girl in the marketplace. What else was I supposed to do with it, leave it outside?”
Merlin sighed and showed off his bloody wrist and hand. “It should not be stuck under your bed, where I had to crawl under and get it before it did any more damage.” Merlin sighed and looked at Arthur, who was making ridiculous cooing faces at the kitten, who preened under the attention.
Merlin gritted his teeth, and told himself he was not jealous. Not of a tiny kitten who was wrapping Arthur around its tiny little paws. He was a warlock, the greatest to ever live if that irritating beast under the dungeons was to be believed, and he was above those things.
“Oh honestly, Arthur, give it here.” Merlin scooped up the kitten, who protested by sinking its sharp little claws into his chest and yowling up at Merlin. “Did you even name the little bastard yet?”
Arthur shrugged, and tried not to grin too wide. It wouldn’t do to let Merlin know that he knew exactly what he was doing. “Oh, I had a few. He isn’t too bright, shows me absolutely no respect, and is strangely territorial…”
Merlin’s shoulders suddenly relaxed, and he felt a smile start tugging at his face. “So, you’re naming him Arthur then? Might get confusing for the two of you.”
Arthur snorted, coming over and petting the kitten and glancing at Merlin. “No, I was thinking Incompetent. Or Pain in the Ass.”
Merlin snorted and leaned in to steal a quick kiss. “You, Sire, are impossible. And I hate your cat.”
Arthur laughed, eyes flashing a deep blue. “He might grow on you. I certainly warmed up to you, didn't I?”