Title: Perfect present (perfectly imperfect part 9)
Character/s: Merlin, Arthur
Summary: Arthur takes Merlin on a weekend trip to Vienna.
Word Count: 986
Prompt: 291 - Let it snow
Author's Notes: the only thing keeping me from going nuts because of the snow, the cold and all the people suddenly losing their ability to drive is the thought of Merthur enjoying the time of year.
Merlin starred in awe at the lights illuminating the streets. He had never left England before and now Arthur, his best friend turned boyfriend had surprised him with an early birthday present, taking him away on a weekend trip to Vienna. Merlin, just shy of turning 18 in a month, still couldn't believe he was in a different country.
All through the flight he had nearly vibrated with childish excitement and even now that they had arrived he couldn't help but smile at everyone and everything.
Vienna was beautiful. He had to confess, it wasn't the first city on his list of places he wanted to see but in this moment he was unable to imagine any place as magical as this city; walking around Christmas markets with Arthur's hand clasped in his, drinking something called glühwein, stuffing his face with food he had never heard of before, he was in heaven.
“We should keep moving,” Arthur signed to him after a few moments. “Before we freeze”
But Merlin didn't even look at Arthur, for once his gaze wasn't stuck on his handsome boyfriend but on the city he quickly fell in love with. Be could feel Arthur's hand slipping out of his grip before his whole arm was encircling his shoulders, moving him forward again. Merlin moved his now unoccupied hand to hold his hot drink between both his hands.
He wasn't freezing, he wasn't even cold. Merlin wasn't sure if that was because of the alcohol or his warm clothing but he didn't care. He finally managed to lift his gaze towards his boyfriend and smiled at the look on Arthur's face. Arthur's eyes shifted between looking forward to see where they were going and fondly looking to Merlin.
“So you like it?” he signed after dropping his arm from Merlin’s shoulders. Merlin didn't like losing the contact but he knew it was the only way to communicate for them; the music of the market, something cheery and foreign, was too loud for Merlin to hear Arthur properly.
“I love it,” he replied, managing to only slosh a little bit of his drink. Arthur laughed at him.
“I think you had enough of