Merlin couldn’t stop giggling and each time Arthur looked over, he burst out laughing, too.
They had just accidentally crashed a wedding and had been through their second champagne before they noticed this wasn’t Morgana’s fancy get-together.
“Did you see the bride’s face?” The memory of the girl’s face when they tried to sneak out unnoticed was priceless and set Merlin off again.
Arthur held his belly. “Don’t…too funny!”
After a while they were just leaning against the wall, trying to catch their breaths and not to laugh again.
“Let’s just hope nobody will crash our wedding.” Arthur turned to adjust Merlin’s bowtie.
Merlin stood stock-still. “What?”
“I said that I hope nobody will…oh.” Arthur blinked.
“You’re thinking about…getting married?”
Scratching the back of his neck, Arthur threw him a sheepish smile. “Yeah, kind of? Don’t you?”
“Well…” A fond smile took over Merlin’s face as he nodded. “…kind of?”