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The love life of a Hero	By : Lisachan Category: Zelda > Het - Male/Female Views: 3839 -:- Recommendations : 0 -:- Currently Reading : 0
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Chapter 2: Stealing her thunder

There were those who ate with the proper etiquette. There were those who ate with great gusto.
And then there was Ivee, who was basically wolfing her food down.
“What?” she said under Link’s judging gaze, with her mouth half full and juices running from her lips.
“Were you raised in a cave? Seriously, even I don’t eat like that.”
“You think I had time to eat, before this? I’ve been preparing this feast all day.”
“I saw ya eating whipped cream and apples when you was making the apple pie,” Azu butted in, who was sitting across from her. “And you’ve also been eating from the stew when you were stirring.”
Ivee shrugged, helping herself to another spoonful of stew. “Okay, I’m just very hungry. It’s good, isn’t it?”
“Is this grass?” Pruce said, picking green bits from his plate with a questionable face.
“Of course not, you think I’d serve people grass?” Ivee scoffed. “That’s just herb.”
“It’s delicious, Ivee,” Link smiled diplomatically.
As the afternoon turned to evening, spirits grew higher, and the men engaged in a game of archery. Roaring laughter and loud swearing when one after the other missed the target.
Link wasn’t one to shout out: “Step aside, you inept fools!” He was allowed to think it though. Ivee could see it on his face, and she suppressed a giggle. With a lot of bravura, he took the bow, took aim, pulled the string taut, and...
A collective gasp of shock rippled through the crowd.
“You missed! He missed!” a high pitched voice stated. Might’ve been Purah. “Everyone, Linky missed!” Definitely Purah. “The Hero of Legends missed!”
“Hmm, must be the alcohol,” Link muttered.
“How are you gonna defend Hyrule like that?” the mayor wanted to know.
“Yeah, Link. What if you would get summoned now?” Pruce grumbled.
Link quickly put the bow aside, as if it had suddenly become something dirty. “Oh, it should be quite alright. The alcohol numbs the pain when I get smashed into a rock.” He didn’t want to burst everyone’s bubble, that while he was out and about saving the Kingdom, he was in fact just being controlled by another entity. It’s not like he didn’t have any skills of his own, of course. Otherwise, he wouldn’t have been a Champion back in the days, or he wouldn’t have been Zelda’s appointed knight. But having slept for so long, he’d just grown a bit rusty, that’s all.
He scratched his head and loudly cleared his throat to mask his chagrin. “How ‘bout dessert?”
“Yeah, let’s have dessert now,” Ivee agreed, sharing in her fiancée's embarrassment.

Amira sighed dreamily as she watched Link and her daughter from where she was sitting on her throne, resting her head in her hand over the remnants of her dessert. They were over at one of the barrels with alcohol, and he poured them both another drink. First her, then himself, Amira noticed with great pleasure. She didn’t know for how long they’d been meeting up in secret before she had started having suspicions, but the way they were acting around each other was very familiar and comfortable. It was a joy to see.
A few seats away from her, Purah was scribbling away in her notepad. “Surprisingly well behaved and good mannered,” she heard her saying. Indeed, he would be a good man to Ivee. He was always very courteous to her too. Had the decency not to ask her how old she was turning today. Not to mention the way he always called her ‘lady’. It was something Pruce never did. There were probably a lot of things Pruce never did. Well, not any more. Maybe in a different lifetime, twenty years ago.
She quickly shook her head and mentally reprimanded herself for the course her mind was about to take. She mustn’t go there. This was her future son in law.
Sunk in her reveries, she hadn’t noticed them approaching her. Ivee sat herself on her chair, while Link put his cup down on the table, offering his hand to Amira.
“My lady,” Link said with a silky smooth voice. “Shall we dance?”
In the background, Kass had started playing on his accordion, for a while now, and Amira exchanged a glance with Ivee. She smiled and nodded.
“Oh… Well, don’t mind if I do, then,” Amira said, gladly accepting Link’s hand.
“No mummy, you don’t have to do anything today! You have to stay on your throne!”
“Azu!” Ivee yelled sharply, getting fed up with her little brother. Catching Link’s reconciliatory glance, she shut her mouth, but couldn’t prevent an annoyed sigh from escaping.
“Azu,” Link said to the little boy in a much softer voice. “Do you want your mummy to have fun on her birthday?”
“Yes,” Azu pouted.
“Then let her dance.” Link kneeled down in front of Azu and looked at him, from man to man. “I know you mean well, but on parties, we dance.”
“Okay.”
“Thank you!” Amira sighed, while Link led her to a clearing in the grass, which was being used as a dance floor. “I was bored out of my mind.”
“I’m afraid I’m not that great of a dancer, though.”
“Doesn’t matter! I can’t tell you how many times I’ve been to the loo, just to be able to stretch my legs.”
Link laughed softly, in a way he didn’t realise it sent tingles down a woman’s spine. “Lady Amira, I must confess that I have ulterior motives for asking you to dance.”
“What’s that, my boy,” Amira asked, sober and realistic enough to know that it couldn’t possibly involve anything sexual.
“I might steal your thunder tonight.” He twirled her around, and she giggled like a teenage girl. Alcohol is a wonderful thing. “Do you mind?”
“In what way are you gonna steal my thunder?”
“I can’t really elaborate right now.”
Amira had an inkling about what he was up to. “Is it gonna be to my daughter’s benefit?”
“Very much so.”
“Then, you go right ahead, my boy. I will gladly give away my thunder.”
“You’re very kind.”
As soon as the song had finished, Link set his plan into motion. While he and Amira had been dancing, Ivee had started dancing on her own too, so when he courteously led Amira back to her throne, she was nowhere around. He turned to Pruce, who wasn’t much of a dancer, and was just sitting in his chair with a drink. Link briefly cleared his throat. He didn’t really know how to go about this, if he should be quite ceremonial or something. Not like he had done this many times before. Just ask, he guessed.
“Mister Pruce, there is something I would like to ask from you.”
“Hm? What could you possibly be needing from me? The shop is closed now, I ain’t selling you anything.”
Amira kicked her husband’s leg under the table, picking up on Link’s anxiety.
“I would like to ask for your daughter’s hand in marriage.”
“Say yes!” Amira hissed.
Pruce coughed and squirmed on his seat, crossing one leg over the other. “Oh, hohum, well of course my boy. It would be a pleasure to welcome you into our family.” He stood up and took Link’s hand, shaking it firmly. “I real pleasure indeed.” Behind him, he heard his wife chortling with pleasure, and before long, he was being shoved aside, so she could hug Link.
“Mummy, why are you crying?” Azu asked.
“It’s nothing, boy,” Amira blubbered. “They’re happy tears. Go play. Actually, no. Go get your sister.”
“No, wait!” Link yelled, almost panicky. He squirmed out of Amira’s hold, quickly looking to see if Ivee was still having a blast on the dance floor. Doing the Birdy Song. Great. “I’m not ready yet!”
“What do you mean, you’re not ready?” Amira said. “You slay monsters every day, and you’re nervous about this?”
“You don’t understand,” Link explained. “If I have to slay a monster and it’s still alive after one hit, I can redo it as many times as needed. This has to be perfect right away. And this isn’t about slaying a monster either. It’s also not about whether she would say yes or no.” He already knew that she was going to say yes, for sure. “This is about creating a memory for Ivee she can treasure and remember for the rest of her life. I cannot mess this up.”
Amira let herself fall back onto her throne, slightly impressed. The unspoken conversation of head shakes and shrugs that followed between her and her husband made it quite obvious to Link that, back in the days, Pruce hadn’t put so much thought into his proposal. Link didn’t want to be that kind of guy.

Ivee waved at Link from where she was standing on the dance floor, smiling when Link waved back. Did she have to blame it on the alcohol? She could’ve sworn Link looked a bit furtive about something. Tired of dancing on her own, she beckoned Link to come over. The sun had only just set. All over the place, bonfires were being lit, and the twilight and evening aromas had put her in a romantic mood.
It was pretty obvious that Link was not a natural born dancer, but if that was his only flaw, then Ivee would gladly forgive him. “Go on, Link. A bit more pizzazz,” she grinned.
“Pizzazz?” Link said, pretending to be mildly shocked. He grabbed her hand, and Ivee squealed when he pulled her face to face, chest to chest and groin to groin. “How’s this for pizzazz?” he murmured.
Ivee needed to catch her breath for a moment. The way he held her and looked at her, pressing his hand into the small of her back, made her impatient for the night to be over, so she could be in bed with him. She considered herself incredibly lucky to be already his. Otherwise, she would be as desperate and hopeless as those women in the love letters. “Now now, Link. There are children around,” she stammered heatedly, seeing her little brother approaching from the corner of her eye.
“She wanted pizzazz,” Link explained to Azu with a wink, causing the boy to blush.
“Hey, sis?”
“Yes, Azu. What is it?” Ivee said, trying to compose herself.
“Is there still food? I’m hungry.”
Food. Eating. Yes, good way to get her mind out of the gutter. “You know what, I might eat some more myself, I’m also hungry. There’s still stew in the kitchen.”
“Okay, let’s go then.”
With great difficulty, she tore herself away from Link’s warm body, following her brother inside the house. Fresh as their mock engagement was, it still had to sink in a bit, and at times, Ivee still had to pinch herself that she would be seeing those smouldering eyes for the rest of her life.
“Hmm… It’s still warm,” Azu sighed, lifting the lid from the bowl of leftovers.
“Is it warm enough? I can go heat it back up in a cooking pot outside.”
“No, it’s okay. If we take the food outside, then other people might want it too.”
“Hm, you’re right. If we eat it in here, there’s more for us.” Not even bothering to sit down, Ivee dug in. Someone had also made baked potatoes, which were very delicious with the juices from the roast boar. “Azu, this was such a great idea.”
While they ate, they chit-chatted about how Azu was happy that Link was gonne be his big brother, and how he had missed the target at the archery game, and how it probably was because he was tired because he’d been away for a long time. Ivee didn’t notice how Azu kept on glancing at the window. She also didn’t notice Pruce appearing at the other side of said window, sticking up his thumb.
“I’ve had enough,” Azu announced, patting his belly.
“I’d better stop eating too. I feel like I’ve gained a bit of weight lately.”
When they came back outside, some things had changed. Someone had planted a double row of torches into the soil, almost like an aisle. The music had stopped. And everyone was shushing the other to be quiet.
“Azu, what’s this?”
Azu laughed in the most endearing way. Shy, but also proud that he had been given the very important task of distracting her. “I wasn’t really that hungry.” He gently pulled her hand and lead her down the path of torches, where at the end, Link was waiting. “Come on.”
Everyone was watching her while she was walking towards Link. It was completely silent, except for the odd giggle and hushed “I don’t know”. Even though this evening should be all about her mum, clearly, they had crafted this for her, and all she could think about was whether she didn’t have gravy on her face. Or clothes.
“Link?” Ivee queried with a tiny voice.
“Thank you, Azu.”
Azu nodded and quickly scampered back to his mum.
“Ivee, your mum has given me permission to steal her thunder. And your dad has given me permission for this.” He got down on one knee, presenting her with a ring. A real one, this time.
Gasping, Ivee clasped her hand in front of her mouth. It might’ve been time to pinch herself again.
“I gotta warn you, though, I might forget our anniversary. Or even your birthday. And those of our kids.”
“My love, just keep looking the way you do, and you can forget anything,” Ivee quipped, her voice thick with emotion.
Link chuckled. No need for a long, unnecessary speech. Every one knew what this was about. “For real this time. Will you marry me?”
Ivee’s answer was simple, but her face shone brighter than all the torches combined. “Yes.”
“She said yes!” Kass bellowed, instantly letting music burst from his accordion again.
Link slid the ring around her finger under the sound of applause and loud cheering, and the audible crying that came from Amira. Standing up again, he gently cupped Ivee’s face with his hands, placing soft kisses on her lips. “I love you.”
“I love you too,” Ivee beamed.
And so the birthday party had suddenly turned into an engagement party.

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