Character/s: Gwaine, Merlin, mentions of Arthur
Summary: Merlin's angry; Gwaine fixes it.
Word Count: ~600
Author's Notes: So, the prompt really... run away from me, and it's included rather vaguely. I started writing it thinking of something different, but then Gwaine just sort of ruined what I had in mind and I simply couldn't change it back. I hope it's okay?
Merlin sniffed with dignity, purposefully not acknowledging Gwaine in any other way. It turned out to be a mistake, though, since the next words out of the knight’s mouth were, “Are you crying?”
“What? No!” Indignant, Merlin turned to glare at him and was faced with Gwaine’s easy grin. Merlin’s scowl only deepened when he realized he’d been tricked into talking.
“Good!” Gwaine clapped his thighs resolutely before walking over a log Merlin chose for himself to sit on, thank you very much, and nudged Merlin’s side until he had no choice but to move over. The warmth coming from Gwaine’s body wasn’t unwelcome, though, especially after Merlin realized how cold the evening was and that he himself was freezing.
He had been honestly too angry to notice before. Which meant that he got less angry since Gwaine appeared here, and Merlin didn’t want to be less angry. He wanted to wallow in his anger either until Arthur apologized for being such a prat, or until the end of time, whichever came first.
Unfortunately, he knew perfectly well that the odds weren’t in the former option's favor.
Merlin would love to think more about how everything was absolutely unfair, but Gwaine was being distracting. Grunting, squirming, not-so-accidentally bumping Merlin with his shoulder, and Merlin finally snapped.
“Do you want to make me angry at you too?!” he blurted out, exasperated.
“Oh, you’re angry?” Gwaine faked surprise so obviously Merlin had to fight a wince on his behalf. “I thought you were just sulking.”
And just like that, Merlin’s shoulders dropped, his body finally relaxing. He couldn’t do this; he couldn’t just get mad at Gwaine for obnoxiously trying to rile him up only to distract him from other things that were riling him up.
He groaned and hunched forward, resting his elbows on his knees and threading his fingers through his hair. It was just – it was ridiculous, Arthur was ridiculous, with never, ever listening to Merlin until it was too late and they had to run around frantically trying to fix things that wouldn’t have needed any fixing if Arthur had only bothered to listen once in a while. Merlin was simply tired of this.
Before he could gave in to irritation once again, he felt Gwaine’s hand swatting his own away from his head and his hair was ruffled, unexpectedly gently for the usual manner in which the knights teased each other – and Merlin, of course.
“Come on, don’t sit here all day. Arthur looked pretty pathetic when you didn’t come back after a while. Just imagine what’ll happen later – you’ll make him cry.”
“You’re ridiculous,” Merlin said, since no matter how hard he tried, he could not imagine Arthur crying because Merlin got mad.
“No, really!” Gwaine seized the opportunity and lowered his voice to a whisper, even though no one was around. “First he’ll start puffing his cheeks out, and then he’ll get all red and before we know it, there’ll be tears streaming down his face.”
“Tears of mirth,” Merlin cut in, but he had to suppress a smile.
“Oh no, Merlin; if you want to see those you need to go back and be your wonderfully ridiculous self.” Gwaine stood up and pulled Merlin to his feet with himself, already walking into the direction of the camp, his hand firmly clasped around Merlin’s wrist. “Just stumble around a bit and fall into someone’s lap; I volunteer.”
Merlin really, really wanted to stay angry. But when he and Gwaine reached their destination, he realized he was smiling, and Arthur's gaze, still hard after their fight, was much easier to face.