A/N: Did I really update twice in one day? Yes, I did! I couldn't help it. Both ideas came at once and I just had to do them both, part of the reason this took so long to come out actually. I love this chapter, I swear, if it was a person, i would marry it! Kidding but this is my favorite so far. It's so sweet and cute! I hope you like reading as much as I liked writing!
This chapter Is pure and undiluted fluff. I think I ruined my dental record while writing this.
Disclaimer: I don't own Eragon nor am I affiliated with its owner Christopher Paolini.
Murtagh vaguely wondered if it would have been a cruel and unusual punishment to starve Eragon. Then again, would he really feel guilty about it later? He was starting to think he could carry through with it. It would have been for both their sakes anyway.
After discovering Murtagh's inherent weakness for Eragon while he was eating, Eragon had decided to exploit it for all it was worth. At first, he past it off as awkward coincidence but there was just too many back to back to back. How many times can one dip their finger in their ice cream and lick it off and still be innocent? No Murtagh was convinced Eragon just enjoyed seeing him writhe.
On the other hand, it usually led to many interesting situations. In the closet down the hall, the kitchens, the armory, the archery range and, in one very strange example, Nasuada's office (don't ask). So either Eragon was a lust driven maniac or he found it all funny. Murtagh was willing to bet it was the latter.
Dinner since the custard incident had been a disaster with Eragon still taking an especially long time to enjoy his dessert and earning various stares from both Arya and Nasuada and various people seated around him. If Murtagh didn't know better, he would say it was because Eragon liked the attention or in the very least, seeing him get flustered.
Arya was still making sly comments about what had happened last time, much to his displeasure. Talking their way out of that one had not, under any ,means of the word, been pleasant. Murtagh would rather go through another uncomfortable dinner than to endure having that talk again. Murtagh would have just ignored them of course but Eragon being Eragon, had insisted Murtagh explain, even though Eragon had gotten them into the situation in the first place.
But Eragon had his moments however when his eating habits made him look so damn appealing sometimes. Right now was a good example. Eragon was lying opposite of Murtagh calmly munching on a few pasties. Murtagh felt a slight smile flicker across his face. It was one of the rare true smiles he had. There was a feeling he had with Eragon, one he hadn't felt since his early childhood.
This moment was so routine, stable. He wasn't sure what to call what it made him feel. Nostalgic? Blissful? No, like he belonged. The way Eragon made him feel some normalcy, which was a relatively unused word for Murtagh, was exactly what he needed.
Everything the other boy did and the time they spent together felt so natural. Sp right. So...perfect.
Eragon had shared everything with him.From the major things like his life, his time and his heart to the little things like his room. Eragon had opened up his world with open arms, even after his betrayal, unconditionally even though, by all rights, he didn't owe murtagh anything. He could have fought to kill instead of finding away to free him from Galbatorix, but he didn't. Eragon didn't give up on him when everyone else did. Eragon had stuck by him, even when other's didnt' trust him. Eragon had given him hope.
Eragon, finally noticing he was being stared at, sent Murtagh a confused look still nibbling on the pastry. Murtagh almost laughed at the suspicious look on his face. What was it about Eragon that made him so personal about his food? Then again, Eragon was personal about everything.
"Eragon," Murtagh began
"What? I'm not playing with my food this time." He said defensively taking a rather savage bite of the pastry
"Eragon let me have a pastry."
Eragon let out snort. "No. I'm on my last one. Go get your own." As if to reinforce his point, he pulled the pastry closer to his chest.
"All right then, rip it in two and give me a piece," Murtagh said simply
Eragon took a bite of the pastry mockingly before giving Murtagh an indignant look. It was almost as if he was daring him to come and to try and take the pastry. Well, Murtagh did always love a challenge.
Murtagh let out a mock growl and grabbed the other boy who was now holding the pasty to his mouth threateningly. Murtagh leaned in close so he could see the others eyes even in the darkness of the room.
"Come on Eragon, share the damned pastry,"
"No! It's strawberry!"
"Eragon, I'm only asking for a single bite!"
"And I'm only saying no to a single bite!"
Before Murtagh could get out another word in his defense, Eragon shoved the pastry into his mouth. Murtagh dived down caught some of it, giving Eragona a kiss in the same instance.
"Thank you, Eragon, for sharing." He said softly
Eragon laughed a bit before answering. "You don't have to thank me for sharing something with you Murtagh."
Murtagh puled Eragon closer, smiling softly. "I wasn't talking about the pastry, Earagon."
Eragon placed a soft kiss on Murtagh's lips before smiling too. "Who said anything about the pastry? Good night Murtagh."
He rolled over before Murtagh could ask what if they were talking about the same thing. That was however the last time Murtagh was going to underestimate Eragon.
Well, that was so sweet, I know I need a trip to the dentist. This one was a bit away from funny and mire focused on sheer, undiluted, almost painful, ahh it blinds me, fluff. Now I need ides for future Chapters so make sure to tell me, Okay? I hope you enjoyed!