#Ganondorf can’t really argue - he knows he majorly screwed up so he just takes it

[skyloftian-nutcase]

If the prompt event is still going on, Ganondad with Power and Warriors?

It had been a… very long and insane week.

Link was still trying to wrap his head around this delusion he’d somehow ended up in. Because it had to be, right? He’d tried attacking Ganondorf the instant he’d recognized him, he’d fought the woman who claimed to be Zelda but absolutely wasn’t, as well as… well, once he’d seen the Master Sword in someone else’s hands, he’d known that somehow, he was in some nightmare.

Perhaps this is hell, he mused. It seems way too nice, though.

No, it couldn’t be that. He was fairly certain he didn’t actually die from the wound, since Ganondorf himself had been treating him like he’d break at any moment. It was… extremely unnerving.

Or, well, it had been. He was finally accepting that he needed to calm down and observe the situation. He’d already tried to kill the demon at least seven times, including getting himself injured in the process. Ganondorf had only fought enough to defend himself, never actually counterattacking, and it just…

He didn’t know. He didn’t know.

In either case, ever since he’d settled into silence and just acquiescing to everything, life had improved significantly. The new wielder of the Master Sword, also named Link (he tended to just call him Captain, while Link called him King, which he… was not a fan of, but he wouldn’t argue the point), was kind and helpful, roughly around his age but taking on a seemingly older brother role.

It… Link didn’t know what to make of any of it. Sometimes he went along, but sometimes he pushed back. He figured he’d just wake up at some point and find that perhaps he’d hallucinated while he was slowly dying from his neck wound.

But in the meantime, he and the Captain were at the beach, and Ganondorf was eying the sea warily. Link almost laughed from it.

“You two should stay in the shade more,” Ganondorf noted, watching the waves. “Especially you, little prince.”

Link watched him in silence, and then came to a conclusion. He really shouldn’t be rude to the other Hero, but sometimes being babied made him bite back in quiet ways. This entire situation was too weird. But today, with the ocean gently lapping at their heels, he found himself actually relaxed for once.

And, perhaps, a little mischievous.

Link smiled at Captain. It was subtle, just one corner of his lips, but the newer Hero had learned to read his cues, eyes narrowing. Link supposed he had caused enough problems for him that he’d pick up on it. The captain raised an eyebrow, and then he watched as Link sat on the sand, head in his hands.

As predicted, based on the former king’s recent behavior, Ganondorf rose and started heading his way. The captain knelt down beside him.

“What are you up to, King?” He whispered, a hint of amusement making his voice tremble like he was holding back a laugh.

Link glanced up at him from under the hair that covered his face, and simply continued to smile.

Ganondorf reached them both quickly. “What’s wrong?”

Link moaned pathetically, leaning against the captain. Captain held him a little, before looking up at their guardian. “Maybe you should take a look at him.”

Ha! So he did catch on.

Ganondorf bent over, reaching gently towards Link, and he sprang his trap, grabbing the larger man by his wrists and yanking him towards him. He planted his foot firmly in Ganondorf’s chest, rolling and kicking him directly into the ocean.

Captain watched, surprised, before laughing. It was clear Ganondorf wasn’t hurt, just spluttering. Link stood, rubbing sand off his trousers.

He wouldn’t fight the man anymore, but he could still get his jabs in.

Captain elbowed him with a good natured laugh. “You know, perhaps we should team up against him.”

Ganondor rose out of the waves, looking like a drenched cat, face sour. It was clear he was biting back annoyance as he marched towards the pair.

“He does deserve a good kick every once in a while,” Captain continued thoughtfully. “Though… he does care for you, you know.”

Link glanced at him, distracted at the thought. Ganondorf didn’t care. If he had he wouldn’t have tortured him during the war and tried to kill him multiple times. He didn’t even love his own children - how could he even care about Link?

Link didn’t notice the attack, contemplating the captain’s words, until large hands grabbed him under his arms. He yelped as Captain laughed, having succeeded in keeping him preoccupied, while Ganondorf dove back into the sea with Link held hostage in his arms.

The young Hero tried to ignore the way Ganondorf smiled, how it reminded him of the fun they’d had in the Festival of Colors, but he really couldn’t. And, perhaps, for just that afternoon, he actually believed the captain’s words as they all played in the waves.

He’d definitely get Captain back, though.