A/N: This is a short-fic, just so I get something out there. Prompt from Tumblr

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Arthur and Merlin look at each other, silent. Arthur was looking at the warlock pleadingly, while the other was looking at him exasperatingly.

"For the last time," Merlin says, glaring at the king. "We are not going to challenge people to duel at our wedding just because we proposed to each other with swords."

Arthur pouts at his fiancé and he mumbles, "Then what's the point?"

Merlin shakes his head at the once and future king, and simply starts to walk away, ignoring the calls from the blonde. Merlin comes across Gwaine in the Tavern, and he sits beside him, asking the bartender for a drink. 

Gwaine looks at him, before he takes another swig of his beer, he asks, "Arthur asked about the duel again, didn't he?"

Merlin grumbles incoherent things into his mug, drinking away his annoyance to the prat he called his future husband.