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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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Author's Note: Junior has butterflies in his stomach for the first time. And he quite likes it.

Chapter 22: She winked at me

They found themselves a spot around an open fire, sitting on a bench with some warm spiced milk for the kids, and hot wine for the adults. Not far from where they were sitting, there was Kass playing his accordion, and when he noticed them, he promptly started playing a birthday song for Zell. Afterwards, there was a show of some Rito’s, demonstrating their tricks up in the air, making loops and surprising the crowd when they sharply dove down, soaring right above their heads.
“Daddy?” Linkle sweetly wheedled, when Link took out his Sheikah Slate to take pictures.
“Yes?”
“How come you and uncle Rinku get to take your Sheikah Slates, and me and bro had to leave it at the castle?”
“Because me and uncle Rinku are adults and won’t be so careless to have it stolen. Junior.”
“Sorry, daddy,” Junior said, who was in his head probably already trying to decide what he would want for dinner.
“Auntie Purah and uncle Symin have worked very hard on those Sheikah Slates, you should take good care of them.”
“Yes, daddy.”
Link pressed his lips together in mild annoyance. He guessed that he would’ve gotten more reaction out of that bench they were sitting on.
“Zell,” Zelda said to her daughter. “Don’t sit with your legs crossed like that, darling. It restricts the blood flow. You don’t want to have varicose veins when you’re older, do you?”
“No, mother.”
Having heard, Linkle uncrossed her legs too, having copied Zell earlier. She didn’t know what varicose veins were, but it sounded gross, and if it wasn’t desirable for a princess to have it when she was older, then she didn’t want to have it either. She watched closely while Zelda explained how a princess was supposed to sit, and copied that instead.
After the show, they reminisced a bit, exchanging stories of things they’d seen and done, and about Link and Ivee’s honeymoon, which they’d finally come round to doing this year. Like that time they had spotted a bear, and Link had snuck up behind it, jumped right on it and rode it. Or the curious blue glowing creatures. And the mystical dragons that appeared in the sky every so often.
They talked like that until evening fell, and everyone started to feel a bit more excited. Not just them, but everyone who attended the festival. As soon as it would be dark enough, there would be fireworks. Only today, for Zell’s birthday.
She thought it was about time too. “Mother, are you gonna giving the signal?” She loved this part. Always gave her chills.
“Ah yes, I always forget that part,” Zelda laughed, a bit nervously. Rinku had taken advantage of the darkness to touch her rather a bit lower than the waist. The effect of the warm wine didn’t really help either. Graciously clearing her throat, she turned to Boy. “Right then, Boy. Just like every year.”
With an excited bark, Boy jumped on one of the benches. His time to shine. He inhaled deeply, and his howl echoed through the winter air. The people cheered and clapped their hands, and then the first of many colourful explosions lit up the sky. It really was something one would want to share with a loved one. Zelda grabbed Rinku’s arm and glued herself against him. To hell with it. Surely, it was permitted now. She inhaled deeply and exhaled again with a happy little sound. If it wouldn’t have been for the prospect of further that night, she’d wanted for time to stop right now.
Rinku wiggled his arm free, but only so he could wrap it around her waist. With a gentle smile, he glanced aside to see the colours reflect on her face. Under her winter coat, no one could see the love bite he had placed in her neck a couple of days ago. But he knew it was there. After tonight, there undoubtedly would be more. On more intimate places.
“What are you thinking?” Zelda asked, feeling his eyes upon her.
He nuzzled her cheek and brushed his lips against her ear, murmuring things that were only for her to hear. The hand around her waist surreptitiously slid to her butt cheek and lightly squeezed. The next blow from the fireworks drowned out Zelda’s playful squeal. Even so, she noticed Zell glaring at them, and she quickly drew his hand back around her waist.
They stayed like that until the fireworks were done, and then they all started making their way towards one of the food stalls for dinner. Something spicy, against the cold. In the background, the ensemble of the five Rito sisters, who had become quite talented by now, had started singing carols.
While they were waiting for their dinner to be prepared, there seemed to be something on Junior’s mind.
“Say Zell,” he said. “Because you’re a princess and all, wouldn’t you prefer to have a banquet at the castle for your birthday, instead of eating streetfood out on a bench?”
“Oh, that would be nice too,” Zell replied with a gentle smile. “But this is much more fun, isn’t it? I like being amongst the people. It’s so lively here. And all this music, and the smells of all the different kinds of food in the air. It’s such a nice atmosphere. It’s a magical time now. Why should we stay in the castle? When festivities like this are being organised, we should partake in them.”
Junior was listening to her with big eyes and an open mouth. She used such grown up words. For a seven year old. “Hn,” was all he could say. There was something else too. Although he didn’t really know how to start. Even though they had grown up together, he was quite insecure about approaching her alone. She carried herself in such an entirely different way. With great delight, though, he noticed that she was still wearing the present he’d given her earlier that day, a self crafted flower crown. He’d been granted personal permission from the queen to pick some of her winter flowers from the Royal Garden.
He carefully took her hand, as if touching her would set off a very loud alarm, and a flying Guardian would come pick him up and efficiently remove him from the premises.
“Zell?” he said, pulling her away a bit from the rest of their group.
“Yes?”
“Do you like spending time with me? With us! Me and sis,” he quickly corrected. “I mean… we’re together a lot, because our parents get along, but… Do you like me and sis too?”
“Why are you asking this all of a sudden?”
Junior pulled up his shoulders. “I don’t know. The magical atmosphere, I guess.”
“Do I give the impression that I don’t like spending time with you?”
“No… But as a princess, I guess you’re not really allowed to say or do rude things.”
“I know that it’s expected of me to be kind, or at least pretend to be kind.” She lowered her gaze for a moment. When she looked up at him again with her big, twinkling eyes, Junior was sure that there was something pleasantly twisting in his gut. “But with you and Linkle… Don’t worry. It’s genuine.”
Genuine. Another one of those grown up words. Educated, and all. It’s not that he didn’t get any proper tuition himself. It was just a bit harder for him to make it all stick. Maybe it wouldn’t hurt to read a bit more too. They had free access to Zelda’s library. They could use any book they wanted, for a long as they wanted. Who could say that?
“With you, I don’t pretend to be kind. Because there’s no need to pretend.”
Junior didn’t really know why, but he could feel his heartbeat speeding up a bit, and there was this weird kind of tickling sensation in his chest. “So… you also didn’t pretend that you liked the flower crown I gave you? You really like it?”
Zell leaned a bit closer, giggling when Junior automatically backed away. “I really really like it,” she nodded.
“Because, I still… Oh…” He awkwardly looked over his shoulder. “It’s in my dad’s Sheikah Slate.”
“Junior,” she said, grabbing his hands. When he looked back her way, she held his eyes captive with hers. “You made it yourself. I love it.”
Junior stared stupidly into her eyes, an enchanting mixture of the green from her mother and the blue from her father. She had such beautiful, long eyelashes. He was sure that he had never heard his heart beating so loud in his ears. This had the potential of turning into a really beautiful moment, if it wasn’t for his dear sister throwing herself in between.
“Why, princess Zell, with all due respect, but are you trying to steal my little brother away from me?”
“Linkle...” Junior growled, sending a reproaching look to his parents. They both looked at him with an apologetic shrug. Seemed like Linkle had just been too quick. Slick like an eel, that sister of his.
“Don’t worry,” Zell giggled. “Your little brother will always be your little brother.” She gambolled back over to her parents, but not before she gifted Junior with a playful wink, leaving him quite breathless and unable to move. He vaguely felt Linkle dancing around him and singing along with the carols, encouraging him to do the same, but he didn’t feel like moving yet. It was only when Link called out that the food was ready, that he slowly started making his way back.
“She winked at me,” he breathed, looking up at his dad.
“Score!” Linkle giggled under her breath as she frolicked on by.
“Maybe I would’ve if you hadn’t butted in!” Junior hissed behind her.
“Way to go, son,” Link smiled, ruffling his boy’s hair. He knew perfectly well the kind of lightening strike the first sign of affection from a girl could cause. For him, it had been the way Ivee’s eyes had lit up, each time he visited the shop.
After the food, they had another drink, enjoying the carols. They left before the drunks would start to come out. Or before they would get too drunk themselves. Although after tonight, Junior didn’t need any alcohol to be walking with his head up in the clouds. He was still high on something else.
“Bro,” Linkle said in that wheedling voice she was so good at.
“Hm?”
“Are you still angry?”
“No, I’m not,” Junior said, glancing up at Zell, who was sitting on Rinku’s shoulders, recalling the way she had winked at him. For now, he could not yet imagine that he would one day protect her with everything he was. That he would one day covet her, as she was lying naked on a bed under a single sheet. But something was already there. Something had started. The seed had been planted. That’s all that mattered. In his own clumsy way, he looked forward to cultivating and nurturing it.
“Okay, I’m glad then,” Linkle continued in her sweet little voice. “Because you’re my dear brother, right? We shouldn’t be fighting.”
“Hm.”
She then turned to Link. “Daddy, can I also sit on your shoulders?”
“Do you think you deserve that after disobeying your mother this morning? Twice.”
“I won’t do it again.”
“It’s still gonna be no.”
“Daddy, can I sit on your shoulders then, please?” Junior tried. If only to be on the same level as Zell. The way it was now, it felt like she was above him in several ways.
“No Junior. The Goddesses gave you feet, so you have to use them.”
“But I’m tired.”
“It’s not far any more.”
“But why can Zell sit on Rinku’s shoulders then?”
“Because it’s her birthday. Besides, perhaps you didn’t notice, but I’m already carrying those cuccos you both wanted.”
“Puff and Fluff!” Linkle cheered.
“Yeah.”
Having heard, Rinku came walking next to him. “Can’t you just store them in your...” Sheikah Slate, he was gonna say, but Link quickly shushed him.
“They’re both already way too spoiled as they are,” he hissed, making Zell giggle.
Junior then tried with Boy. Because he was a bit tired after all. “Will you carry me, Boy?”
“No Boy, don’t let him ride your back,” Link said. “He’s old enough.”
“Daddy!” Junior wailed dramatically.
“Junior!” He stopped and pulled his son a bit away from the rest of them. “Do you think that’s the kind of man the princess would want? A crybaby?”
Junior glanced over to where Zell was sitting all high and mighty on top of her father’s shoulders, an amused grin playing around her lips.
“You have to man up a bit, okay? I know you can.” Link rubbed him through his hair and patted him on the back. “Come on, we’re almost there.”
“Hey bro,” Linkle said quietly, so their parents wouldn’t hear, hooking her arm around Junior’s and whispering in his ear. She had discovered from an early age that men could easily be swayed by female attention. “If you walk, then I’ll do that thing you like tonight.”
Junior bit his lip. ‘That thing he liked’ was something that kindled the same kind of strange feelings in his belly as when he looked at Zell. “Okay,” he smiled.

To be continued…

Author’s Note: Ah kids… Don’t you just love them? Link and Ivee have no idea, the kind of mischief sweet little Linkle is up to. Don’t worry. Nothing too naughty though. Thanks to uncle Azu’s interference. Oh right, I do realize that Junior and Zell are in fact cousins, but in the old days, that was quite common. Probably because they didn’t know any better.
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