Merthur, domestic AU, lost in an IKEA <3 <3 <3 ilu
Merlin is staring, Arthur can feel it, this gaze that weighs on his neck like twin beams of unspoken judgmental sentences, but Arthur has to stay cooler than cool. As though he casually did sleight of hand everyday, his hand sneaks the redesigned TESTED IN SPACE AND OTHER HARSH CONDITIONS LIKE THE KITCHENS OF TERRIFYING MOTHER IN LAWS spatula (Merlin it has folded so many meringues without bending but noooo his inner merlin has a lot to say about that) into the cart, a strategic position between the pot and bed sheets when-
It flies out and smacks him on his nose before returning to the hook.
They are not lost, it is ridiculous Pendragon, Inc itself has approximately 69 floors (shut up Merlin) and Arthur knows the blueprints of every one of them and can draw them out by hand but this-
Merlin is vaguely wild eyed and his fingers are clenched tight in Arthur’s shirt.
Arthur reluctantly presses Morgana’s number on his cell and hears her laughter (Merlin actually lets out a sigh of relief thank you Merlin for having so little trust) before the call actually connects.