Gratitude
Author: 
ajsrandom
Title: Gratitude
Rating: G
Pairing/s: none
Character/s: Merlin, Arthur
Summary: Merlin is surprised when Arthur thanks him.
Warnings: none
Word Count: 313
Prompt: 287, Campfire/Gratitude
Author's Notes: :)
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“I think we’ll camp here for the night,” Arthur announced as he stopped his horse in the small clearing they’d just found.
Merlin was just a bit surprised. Only minutes earlier, when he’d complained it was getting late, Arthur had stridently opposed him, saying, “We’ll stop when I’m ready and not a second before.” Oh well, he thought, as he too stopped his horse and dismounted. “He tethered the horse to a tree next to Arthur’s and said, “I’ll just gather wood for the fire, shall I?”
Arthur, in the middle of a stretch, replied, “You do that.”
Merlin rolled his eyes. This was always how it went when the two of them were together. He did all the work while Arthur made himself comfortable. Arthur did work hard while they were back in Camelot, but out here, he could relax. How could Merlin begrudge him that?
Soon Merlin had collected enough wood to last them all night long. He saw that Arthur had cleared a space for the fire and thanked him. Soon he had a steady fire burning merrily and was cooking a small stew over it. When it was finished, Merlin scooped some into Arthur’s bowl and handed it to him. “Thank you, Merlin,” he said, before tucking into it.
Merlin paused in the act of devouring his own stew. “What was that?”
“I believe it’s called gratitude.”
“But you never thank me. For anything.”
Arthur set his bowl down. “This may be hard for you to understand, Merlin, but I am grateful for the things you do for me. I’m grateful for you.”
“Why Arthur, I didn’t know you had it in you.”
“Shut up. And if you tell anyone I said those things, I’ll make you muck out the stables every day instead of every other day.”
Merlin paled. “Got it.”
“Good. Now, let’s eat.”
And they did.
ajsrandomTitle: Gratitude
Rating: G
Pairing/s: none
Character/s: Merlin, Arthur
Summary: Merlin is surprised when Arthur thanks him.
Warnings: none
Word Count: 313
Prompt: 287, Campfire/Gratitude
Author's Notes: :)
........................................
“I think we’ll camp here for the night,” Arthur announced as he stopped his horse in the small clearing they’d just found.
Merlin was just a bit surprised. Only minutes earlier, when he’d complained it was getting late, Arthur had stridently opposed him, saying, “We’ll stop when I’m ready and not a second before.” Oh well, he thought, as he too stopped his horse and dismounted. “He tethered the horse to a tree next to Arthur’s and said, “I’ll just gather wood for the fire, shall I?”
Arthur, in the middle of a stretch, replied, “You do that.”
Merlin rolled his eyes. This was always how it went when the two of them were together. He did all the work while Arthur made himself comfortable. Arthur did work hard while they were back in Camelot, but out here, he could relax. How could Merlin begrudge him that?
Soon Merlin had collected enough wood to last them all night long. He saw that Arthur had cleared a space for the fire and thanked him. Soon he had a steady fire burning merrily and was cooking a small stew over it. When it was finished, Merlin scooped some into Arthur’s bowl and handed it to him. “Thank you, Merlin,” he said, before tucking into it.
Merlin paused in the act of devouring his own stew. “What was that?”
“I believe it’s called gratitude.”
“But you never thank me. For anything.”
Arthur set his bowl down. “This may be hard for you to understand, Merlin, but I am grateful for the things you do for me. I’m grateful for you.”
“Why Arthur, I didn’t know you had it in you.”
“Shut up. And if you tell anyone I said those things, I’ll make you muck out the stables every day instead of every other day.”
Merlin paled. “Got it.”
“Good. Now, let’s eat.”
And they did.