So, this is the first of several little drabbles. This is a response to the prompt word 'lock'.
"Unggh..."
Gwaine shook his head, blinking his eyes several times to try and ward off the inevitable headache attacking him. He lifted one hand to shield his eyes from the light, which felt like daggers stabbing into his brain. He rubbed his eyes, and then lifted his other hand to scratch his head.
Only to find that it was extremely heavy.
He looked at his hand. He was shackled to another human being. Shaking his head, he glanced over at the other person.
"Merlin..." His speech was slurred slightly, from sleep and a horrible hangover. He reached his free hand over to shake the young servant-boy. "Merlin, wake up."
Merlin jerked awake, and quickly fell back again as the same symptoms hit him. "Wha...Gwaine? What...happened?"
"You got drunk."
A voice came from behind them, dripping with sarcasm and pride. Gwaine and Merlin turned their heads, only to see a familiar, blond prince standing behind them. "And I took advantage of your unconciousness." He shook a ring of keys in front of him, the jangling noise sending both men's heads spinning.
"Give those here, you cotton head!" Merlin barked.
Arthur chuckled, and then sprinted off down a dark corridor. "Come and get 'em!"
