Hope you don’t mind Skyrim AU!
Alfred let out a stressed sigh. “You’re the only one I trust to do this,” he said to Arthur quietly.
“You’re acting quite dramatic,” Arthur murmured, holding his hands over the man’s wounds, healing light emanating from his palms and tangling itself around Alfred’s body.
It was honestly such a common occurrence to get hurt when the duo were both pitiful vagabonds, trying to make their way in the world, fighting off thugs and thieves, sometimes dragons.Two travelers bent on finding something meaningful in this world, both on their own pursuits until finding each other. Skyrim may have held many dangers, but at least they had one another.
“Well, it’s true,” Alfred harrumphed, feeling a bit too defensive of this fact. He wasn’t exactly a master at restoration magic, in all honesty, so Arthur was the only person he trusted to heal his body.
Arthur looked down at Alfred who was laid out on his back, hands on either side of his head. “This wouldn’t have happened if you hadn’t gone after that idiotic frost troll, swinging your sword about. You know they have a disadvantage to fire. You should’ve let me kill him,” the mage stated irritably.
Alfred made a face and looked off to the side, surveying their room. “I don’t really like Windhelm, but this inn is really nice.” The change in topic couldn’t have been more obvious.
Kirkland sighed and let out a noise of agreement. “Yes… You honestly did yourself in quite well. I’m going to have to go buy a potion to heal these wounds.”
A whine escaped Alfred’s lips at the thought of spending gold on something he could heal from, but Arthur was having none of it.”Don’t make a fuss, this is your fault.”
The Imperial frowned. “I know but you don’t have to keep reminding me.”
At this, Arthur’s face softened considerably. “I’m sorry, my sweet,” he whispered, leaning down to press a soft kiss to the man’s forehead. “But please be more careful next time. You honestly worry me.” Alfred relished in the rare moments of pure affection which only happened when they were alone.
“I love you, Arthur,” he sighed, watching the man grab his coin purse off the table, about to head out the door.
“I love you too, Alfred,” the Breton whispered.