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Endgame	By : RyuaAlba Category: Zelda > General Views: 26666 -:- Recommendations : 1 -:- Currently Reading : 3
Disclaimer: I do not own Legend of Zelda, or any of the characters or regions or names associated with it. I make no money from this fanfiction.

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Author’s Note: I apologize for the lack of updating last week. My town was badly hit by the flooding in Alberta, and even once I got home, it’s taken a while to demolish the basement and for my muse to get back in gear. I’m perfectly safe, my house just needs new drywall in the basement, and everything should be back to normal. Reading your reviews in the evacuation center gave me something positive and enjoyable to focus on, thank you all so much.
Link awoke with a mild headache, but an unexpectedly optimistic outlook. Zelda was nestled happily in his arms, her bare skin pressed against his, and the best part was that they’d taken off their own clothing, willingly and in private. Something had shifted in their circumstances, and Link couldn’t quite pin down what the change had been.
Oh, having privacy and his human form and the beautiful princess naked in his arms were all good things. And last night had been fun, both at Telma’s bar with the Gerudo and after, alone together in their room. But that wasn’t entirely it. Ganondorf was still holding them captive, after all, still was controlling Hyrule. But it didn’t bother him the same way that it had been. And even that thought didn’t bother him as much as he thought. He’d still be happier if the man disappeared from their lives, but the situation was almost… acceptable now.
Especially when Zelda stirred in his arms, turning over to face him, kissing the hollow of his neck sleepily. He smiled, his arms tightening slightly around her, and she said softly, “Well, good morning to you too.” He’d been hard almost from the moment he woke up, of course, that was just normal. And he’d tried, mostly, to keep from poking her in the back with it. Now, though, she pressed forwards against him, just as eager as she’d been last night.
And he was determined to do a better job, too. He’d been tired and drunk enough that he hadn’t been as caring and long-lasting as he would have liked, but at least Zelda didn’t seem to be holding it against him. Indeed, she was holding herself against him instead, her leg shifting up over his hip, her body slipping up a bit and her arm pressing his head down against her chest. It was hardly an invitation Link cared to pass up, his lips caressing over her soft, soft skin, one hand coming up to caress her breast.
Her hips pressed forwards, her core rubbing gently along his length, and Link groaned, his length twitching with eagerness. He’d just started to slide into her, eyes closed as he savored the feeling of her body, when the door opened. “Well… is this a private party, or can I join in?” came an unexpectedly cheerful, not at all mocking or embarrassed voice.
Link swore and jerked away from Zelda, tangling up in the quilt as he rolled to see who had entered, Zelda snatching up an edge of the blanket to keep herself covered. Khalla, one of Ganondorf’s companions from the night before, was leaning in the doorway with an unabashed look of interest on her face, a platter of breakfast foods balanced easily on one arm.
Zelda sat up, drawing the blanket with her, torn between amusement and sympathy for Link, who buried his face in his pillow and pulled the quilt over his head. “Actually, I think we’ll just take breakfast, if you don’t mind,” she said, managing to sound regal but polite at the same time.
Khalla just smiled cheerfully and walked into the room, bringing a small table with her to set the tray of food on. “Well, you two enjoy yourselves,” she said, lightly smacking Link’s blanket covered rear with a mischievous grin on her way out. He waited until he heard the door close before peeking out from under the blanket, looking absolutely mortified with his hair all in disarray over his red face.
Zelda was mostly trying not to laugh as she picked up one of the mugs of tea sitting on the table. Link looked at her incredulously, not sure whether to laugh or be embarrassed or furious. “You… what are you smiling at?” he demanded, sitting up and glaring at her as she hid her grin behind her drink.
“I’m sorry… you’re just so… you’re so cute when you’re being shy,” she giggled. He loved the sound of her laugh, realized he’d never heard her just purely happy enough to laugh before. Any resentment he had melted away, and a faint grin crossed his face when she pushed some of his wayward hair back off of his forehead. “Now, have some tea before it gets cold.”
Ganondorf must have been in a superb mood this morning, there were tea and fruit and eggs on toast, enough breakfast on the platter that Link actually felt full for a change. He wasn’t sure at first whether to be disappointed or not when Zelda climbed out of bed to get dressed, but decided he didn’t want to spoil his good mood. Plus, it was fun to help her with the layers of dress and jewelry… or rather get in the way and use the excuse just to touch her.
“You are not actually being at all helpful,” Zelda laughed, slapping his hands playfully away from her chest as she fastened on jewelry.
“Maybe not,” he admitted, starting to pull on his own clothing, not too distracted as he watched her run her fingers through her hair. He’d never met someone with such long, silky hair before; most farmers didn’t keep long hair, it just got in the way. It felt lovely on his hands, or his face, or his skin, and it made his cheeks flush a bit to remember the way it fell down, pooling on his chest as she’d bent over him last night. It never seemed to tangle, and he wondered if that was some kind of magic, or the kind of luck that gave her such clear grey eyes. “Here, let me,” he offered, as she started to braid it.
She shrugged, and sat back down on the bed, flicking her hair all over back behind her shoulders. Link knelt behind her, his fingers combing through the long, silken strands, slightly cool on his fingers. He’d helped Ilia braid Epona’s mane and tail before for special occasions, so he at least knew how the basic pattern worked. Zelda’s hair was far softer than the mare’s mane, although it was just as easy to handle. She seemed to be enjoying it, sighing happily as he stroked through her hair, taking his time arranging and finger-combing it before starting to actually braid.
It was soothing, relaxing… and Link loved that it was a way to care for her, at least a bit. It’s not as if he hadn’t touched her before, far more intimately, but he enjoyed the gentleness of this, the simplicity of it. She handed him a ribbon as he got towards the end of her braid, and he wove it in, binding it around the end to keep everything in place. He leaned forward, his arms wrapping around her, kissing the tip of her ear.
Zelda smiled, leaning back against his chest. She’d had maids braid her hair on occasion before, for ornate parties and the like, but she’d been a child the last time anyone spent that much loving time on her, just stroking through her hair. A part of her worried about how deeply Link was becoming attached to her, and she to him, but she pushed it away, deciding to just enjoy the moment and the sensation of being loved and cared for and safe.
It couldn’t last forever, of course, but somehow Ganondorf’s approach felt like less of an intrusion today. Maybe it was because of the very enthusiastic women he’d brought home the night before, or maybe he had enough of a hangover to not want to yell and throw his weight around. He didn’t make any demands or lewd remarks as he stood in the door this time though, although he did look rather pleased at how content the two of them seemed with each other. “Come on, you two. We have plenty of work to get to today.”
Link stood up, offering Zelda a hand. She took it, rising as gracefully with his superfluous assistance as she would without. “And what work is that?” Zelda asked, sounding pleasant and diplomatic about it as she walked forwards, not reacting to the brush of Ganondorf’s hand on her back. Link jumped as Ganondorf’s fingers touched lightly against his own waist, not having the same self-control. He glanced up at the man, but other than a faint grin, Ganondorf didn’t remark on his reaction.
“Anything that needs doing,” Ganondorf replied to Zelda. “There are a few minor injuries from workers over-extending themselves that I’m sure you would love to tend to. Mothers with babies that want blessings, large columns to be lifted into place, that sort of thing.”
“Ah, time to be popular rulers, I see,” Zelda said, smiling as she stepped out into the sun. “Maybe you’ll make a decent king after all.”
“I’ve had quite some time to study from a wide variety,” Ganondorf remarked. He had decades of experience with the Gerudo tribes of course, and knew how to handle a proud, disparate nation of tribal people. Even as he’d tried to invade Hyrule, he’d been studying their systems, and he hadn’t stopped when the Hero of Time had defeated him. Over his years of imprisonment, he’d been perfectly aware of what was going on, just unable to interact with it. He’d seen how that Zelda’s line had held power, which strategies worked best. He’d seen the neighboring countries, how Labrynna and Holodrum struggled with dictators, with unwieldy groups of ministers, held back by having no divine right to rule choosing their leaders. He’d even been able to catch glimpses of the cults of Subrosia and the achingly slow democracy and committees of Termina.
But even here, in the golden land of Hyrule, the most successful reigns were presided over by the rulers who were best liked by their subjects. And while he had little patience for negotiation and legal talk, he had no fear of getting his hands dirty, traits he suspected Link shared. The boy certainly seemed more enthusiastic about the prospect of hands-on helping than he had been about treaty negotiation.
He stopped walking when Ganondorf did, the man pointing at a group of Gerudo warriors and Hylian carpenters laying the rafters over the throne room. “You help this group, Link. I’m sure your acrobatic skills will come in handy. Don’t wander off, I’ll be around to collect you later.” Link glanced at Zelda, who shrugged. There were enough Gerudo in the group to make sure Link didn’t make a run for it, but they did actually need a sixth person to make up the even pairs to install the big beams. Looking forwards to being able to do something useful for a change, Link nodded and trotted off. Although he’d never been much of a builder, at least his training as a goatherd, farmer, and warrior meant he could lift lots of heavy things. As he was handed the end of a staggeringly heavy length of wood that would be part of the main roof backbone, he reflected that strength would certainly be put to the test.
Zelda was led to Castletown’s clinic, and assigned a Gerudo ‘assistant’. She hadn’t expected to be left alone, and indeed, she probably wouldn’t have tried to escape anyways. This was where she wanted to be, helping her people, and the smiles she got as she mended the first wrenched shoulder were plenty reward enough.
She’d taken note of Ganondorf’s simple clothing today, tough but well-made fabric, a bronze torque set with his favoured topaz the only jewelry in evidence; working clothes. Somehow, she still didn’t expect to come out of the clinic to see him hauling the massive doors for the castle entrance, Triforce flaring as he lifted the fifteen foot slabs of wood and iron into place on his own, holding them steady as craftsmen scrambled up ladders to hook up the hinges. “Surprised, Princess?” her companion noted. “He might be King, but even our men have to prove their power in the desert. There are no free rides for us.”
Zelda wouldn’t have had a problem helping with the construction work, but was called off to mediate a dispute about the price of milled flour compared to bread, then was drawn off to chase out a spirit haunting the room a new mother wanted to make into a nursery, and by the time she was done arguing a Zora fisherman into selling equally to everyone in the marketplace, the sun was going down. “Diplomacy is just as important as raw strength,” she said as she and the Gerudo walked back up to the castle, where the tubs usually reserved for crushing grapes into wine had been repurposed to hold bathing water were sitting in the castle courtyard.
“Gerudo worship all three Goddesses,” her guard agreed. “Nayru’s talents are vital… but Din is our patron Goddess.” Power was what defined a Gerudo, what their culture aspired to. Still, anyone marked by any of the three Goddesses was accorded a certain amount of respect and awe. That didn’t mean they didn’t have to prove their worthiness to bear a Triforce, though.
Ganondorf appeared to be making himself immensely popular by using magic to heat the water in the basins, giving everyone a chance to rinse clean without the icy chill that would usually accompany outdoor bathing. His displays of raw strength and power throughout the day had done as much to intimidate as they had to impress, and while people were clearly happy he was there, nobody quite got up the nerve to clap him on the back or shake his hand.
Link, on the other hand, was well integrated with the group he’d been assigned to earlier in the day, all of them tearing cheerfully, if tiredly, into a leg of deer meat they’d appropriated from the newly completed kitchens. Poor Link was leaning against one of the architects, looking exhausted but pleased with the day’s work. Zelda smiled to see him looking happy, but had too many people wanting to speak to her to actually make it over to talk to him. The kitchen staff were clearly thrilled to be back in business, and were turning out breads and meat for the workers, which was met with just as much enthusiasm as the warm water to clean up with and the light ale to wash the meal down.
It was only the promise of an equally hard work day tomorrow that kept the meal from turning into a night-long party. As the workers left in happy, exhausted groups, Zelda made her way through the thinning crowd towards where Link had been sitting. He’d actually curled up against the brickwork and dozed off, the rest of his group gone home except for one Gerudo who was vaguely keeping an eye on him while picking the bone of their meal clean.
“Isn’t that adorable,” Ganondorf chuckled, coming up behind her. His presence was hot at her back, his hand heavy on her shoulder, but it didn’t bother her as much as it had a few days ago. Goddess bless, she was actually getting used to him.
“He doesn’t know how to take it easy,” Zelda remarked, as the remaining Gerudo saluted cheerily with her deer bone and headed off into the night. She walked over to Link, brushing a hand over his forehead lightly.
He jerked awake, looking up at her and smiling. “Must have dozed off… sorry.”
“No need to apologize for an honest day’s work,” Ganondorf said, sliding in beside Zelda and scooping Link up effortlessly in his arms.
“I can walk!” he protested, pushing at his chest, and trying not to touch him at the same time.
“Humor me,” Ganondorf said as he strode towards their tower, just the barest hint of warning in his tone.
It was an embarrassingly vulnerable position to be carried in. Link felt like a child, his legs draped over one of Ganondorf’s arms, his own arms mostly pinned against his sides. Not necessarily an uncomfortable position, at least physically, but it was very disconcerting to be held this close to him. At least they were both still fully clothed, and not trying to kill each other, unlike every other time he’d been in this close proximity to the Gerudo.
Ganondorf was enjoying himself immensely. He could feel the tension in Link’s body, just as clearly as he could feel the weariness. He knew if the boy hadn’t been as tired as he was, he’d never have gotten away with it, but Link was just too drained to do more than vocally protest. He could sense Zelda pacing along beside him, not willing to let Link out of her sight. He debated on pushing his advantage and shifting his grip on Link’s body to something more suggestive, but decided that it would be more advantageous in the long run not to.
“No really, you can put me down now.” Link said as they got to the door of the tower, but Ganondorf just nodded at the door. Rolling her eyes a bit, Zelda opened it for him, following him up the stairs.
“No, I’m enjoying this,” Ganondorf said with a faint laugh. Link could feel the low rumble in his chest more than he could hear it, and sighed. He started to tilt his head back, but didn’t really like baring his throat. He absolutely didn’t want to rest his head against Ganondorf’s chest either, regardless of the fact that it would be more comfortable, so he just kept himself as still as he could, feeling like a petulant child being carried off to bed and not sure if there was actually anything he could do to improve the situation.
It was almost funny, Zelda thought to herself. To someone who only met them today, it probably would be. But she knew how twisted Ganondorf could be, how depraved his tastes were, and so her amusement was heavily diluted by worry. He was entertained right now without doing anything too unpleasant, but she was well aware how quickly that could change. She opened the door to their room, allowing Ganondorf to turn sideways and carry Link into the room.
“You can put me down now,” Link said, squirming and trying to get down. He was definitely over being carried around now.
Ganondorf chuckled again, striding over and dropping him on the bed. “There. Down,” Ganondorf said, grinning at the untidy sprawl of limbs as Link struggled to get into some sort of dignified position. Just as he managed to sit up, Ganondorf pressed a heavy hand to his chest, forcing him back down and kissing him deeply. He relished Link’s sharp intake of breath, straightening up as the boy’s shock wore off and he started to struggle. “Goodnight,” he said with a wide grin, brushing a caressing hand over Zelda’s cheek on the way out and deciding not to press his luck. He didn’t feel like having her teeth through his lip, not tonight, anyway.
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