The word for this drabble is aeroneurosis (meaning fatigue, tiredness) by bubblepunk12, so thank you! This isn't one of my best, as I found it surprisingly tricky to think of a good drabble, but I hope you enjoy it!
Review and random words much appreciated! :D
Merlin's Revenge
"What do you think we should do with him?"
"Just give a little nudge, a poke, that'll wake him up."
"I don't think he'll be very happy about that though."
"Why don't we just leave him there?"
"We could draw on his face!"
"Ssh Gwaine, keep your voice down! We're not going to draw on his face!"
"What's going on?" Merlin asked, appearing in the courtyard. He had hardly left the castle and peculiar things were happening.
Gwaine, Leon, Lancelot and Percival were standing in a row, dressed in their armour for training, whispering to each other. Lancelot pointed at what was bothering them.
Arthur was standing in front of his Knights, well…almost. The top half of his body was bent over as he leaned his hands and head on the hilt of his sword, which was sticking out of the grass beside him. His eyes were closed and he was snoring a little.
He was fast asleep.
"What are we supposed to do?" Sir Leon whispered hurriedly.
Merlin peered at the Prince a little closer, it seemed that long days of being a Prince and long nights of feasts had finally got to him, and exhaustion had set in.
And what was Merlin going to do about the Prince who had made him work to exhaustion? Had hardly allowed him one lie in for the whole time he had been in Camelot?
Take revenge, of course.
"Get ready to run," Merlin warned the Knights, as he stepped back, preparing himself. The Knights watched with suspicion.
With one, swift kick, Merlin knocked down the sword that was holding Arthur up. The Prince tumbled very comically to the ground.
By the time the first "MERLIN!" was roared, Merlin and the Knights were already fleeing across the courtyard, unable to stifle their laughter as they went.