#and Malon and Fierce freaking each other out

[skyloftian-nutcase]

Have some Babysitter Fierce Dadity snippets because why not

The fierce deity was sprawled on the floor on his belly, head propped on a fist that dug into his cheek. His eyes were settled on the little wiggling bundle in front of him as Navi tried to crawl and instead flailed her arms while grunting. She pushed on the ground to elevate her torso a little after failing to actually move anywhere, and Fierce extended a hand towards her.

His finger got within a hair’s breadth of her face and then he gently booped her on the nose.

Navi squealed in absolute delight, rolling onto her back and giggling, and Fierce’s smile glowed nearly as brightly as his eyes.

XXX

Navi usually fell asleep with humming. The fierce deity could oblige with some tune or another, dredged from vague memories mixed with those of his little hero. Sometimes Link and Malon recognized the tune, other times it was completely foreign.

Today, though, no tune would satiate the little infant. Nor would food. Fierce rocked her gently and decided to speak to her gently instead, at first with words of assurance and care. When the little baby's attention was latched onto the soothing, smooth voice rumbling over her, the cursed deity switched tactics and started telling her a story instead.

"There, there, little one," Fierce soothed, pacing in the nursery, his head bowed over the infant. "I would offer to tell you a story of your father and his many adventures, but I imagine he will be the better author of that narrative than I. Instead, I will tell you of the hero I know of, the original Hero of Time."

Navi watched Fierce with fascination as the deity gazed off into the distance, eyes looking beyond the walls of the house. "Long ago, the world was fresh and new. Life was just blossoming, and the people were in close connection with the gods. A goddess who could manipulate time, called Hylia, was tasked with protecting a piece of the divine, the Triforce.

"For many years there was prosperity until a demon king, a god of chaos and malice named Demise, tore from the earth with his armies. A bloody war was fought for control of the world. But Hylia held out hope. She sealed the darkness away until her chosen hero could defeat it."

Here, the deity paused, sighing. "I never met this Hero, but Hylia had the utmost faith in him. She always looked so... relieved and happy when she spoke of him. But there was a weight to her words, a knowledge and guilt that permeated her. She always hoped she wouldn't have to rely on his aid. But... given what I've learned of the situation since then, it seems that it did indeed fall to him. Legend says he traveled across time itself and became known as the Hero of Time before your father took that mantle and claimed it for himself."

"I'd never heard of the original legend."

The fierce deity turned to see Link standing in the doorway, his eyes fascinated and wary at the same time.

"When I first took the Master Sword, it was said that I truly looked like the legendary Hero of Time," Link commented as he walked into the room, his gaze falling on his daughter. His face softened as Fierce handed her over to him, but then he looked back at the cursed deity. "I spent years wondering who that original legendary hero was, and whether I had lived up to his legacy. Wondering whether I would be viewed the same, if..."

Link swallowed and looked away. "What was he like?"

"I don't know," Fierce answered honestly. "But Hylia trusted him. I'd like to meet him someday."

Link's gaze snapped back at the fierce deity, confused and surprised. "You can do that?"

Fierce's smile, gentle and reassuring, turned melancholy. "Someday. But you are the Hero of Time, Link. And your legacy will live on forever."

XXX

Malon yawned and stretched as she slowly tried to wake up. Padding downstairs, she sniffled a little as the lukewarm spring air was filled with pollen. She saw a silhouette shaped like Link sitting on the couch in front of her, his back to her, and she heard Navi cooing.

My, aren't we up early, she mused as she rubbed the sleepiness out of her eyes. She was surprised, she could have sworn Link was still in bed when she got up.

Tiptoeing to stand behind the couch where her husband sat, she leaned over him, running her hands through his hair and sliding them down his neck to wrap around him. Bending over, she kissed him on the cheek. "Good morning--"

She froze. A flustered painted face watched her in return, his cheeks redder than she'd ever seen them.

"Not Link." Malon choked out.

"Not Link." Fierce confirmed, eyes wide.

The two stared at each other awkwardly, both steadily blushing more and more until Malon shot up to stand straight again while Fierce stared ahead pointedly.

And then Malon laughed. "I won't tell Link if you don't."

Fierce practically shriveled into the sofa, making Malon laugh even harder.

[inkedmyths]

Bamboozled again! Actually wait no this is the first time

Because I once again got going in the headcanon chat and had to write this out-

@linkeduniverse shenanigans ahead

Summary: So who were the first two to meet? Time and Warriors. How does that go? About how you would expect.

"Are you sure about this, hun?"

Link bit his lip as he looked into the worried eyes of his wife. Her brows were knitted together, and she searched his face with concern.

"You know I hate leaving. It's just... something's wrong." Very wrong. The hairs on the back of his neck stood up as he concentrated again. "I'm not sure what exactly, but I have to investigate. If it's a problem..."

"Ya have ta do somethin' about it, I know." Malon, bless her, smiled at him. It carried a sadness, but it was encouraging. "Always the Hero. Promise me you'll be careful, Link?"

"Of course darling." He leaned in for one last kiss. "If all goes well, I won't be gone for that long." If all doesn't go well, I may never come back, he thought. He pushed that nasty thought away, forcing a smile onto his face. He said his last goodbyes to his beloved before setting off down the road. She waved him goodbye, watching him go until he disappeared behind a hill.

It had been a long time since he'd gone travelling in full armor, much less this particular set. He carried all of his best gear, which may have been overkill, but he couldn't be too sure what he was dealing with. It could be nothing... but he doubted that. His instincts told him otherwise, carrying a feeling he hadn't felt in a long time. A feeling he hadn't felt since...

The masks felt heavy in his bag, despite them not weighing anything due to its magical properties. Memories he'd tried hard to forget resurfaced, and his hand drifted to the ocarina at his waist. Shaking his head, Link forced himself to focus on the present. Where was the disturbance coming from? He paused and focused for a moment. The woods to the left felt off.

He left the path, tromping through the underbrush. More memories swirled about his head of a distant and short childhood spent underneath the canopy of trees. Too short a childhood, really, but he brushed that aside. Birds twittered among the branches. Not too much could be wrong if they were still here-

A crash up ahead startled him out of his thoughts. His hand drifted up, ready to draw his sword if necessary. Swearing followed the noise, something which for some reason seemed to reverberate through him for a moment.

Well. Perhaps this was the answer to what he was looking for? He walked forward to investigate.

---

Link was having a bad day.

For one thing, he'd woken up with the worst hair day. It took him almost forty-five minutes to get his hair to lie properly, and even then one little piece was sticking up just wrong. By the time he got around to getting breakfast it was cold and they'd run out of bacon. He tripped over his own foot and nearly fallen down the stairs. Then someone spilled coffee on his scarf, which immediately had to go and wash before it stained.

To top it all off now, there was evidence of temporal issues happening again. No evidence to what was causing it. Just that something was happening. If it was Cia again, even though she should have been taken care of completely, he was going to scream.

Overall, a very bad day.

These were the thoughts that ran through Link's head as he stomped along his way.

He tried to calm himself down, if just a little bit. Breathe, in, out. "Get yourself together Link. You are the Hero of Warriors, Captain of the Royal Guard. You can handle all of this. That's why they sent you to investigate. "

He continued like that for a while, wrapped up in his thoughts and problems. If he'd been paying attention to his surroundings, he would have noticed he'd crossed into a forest where there shouldn't be one. He also would have noticed the sudden steep incline.

But he didn't, and yelped as his foot went down farther then he thought it would. This may have been just fine, but he then slipped on a patch of mud and fell. He rolled, crashing through the shrubbery down to the bottom of the hill.

He groaned, then followed that up with some rather nasty words. Pushing himself up, he spat a leaf out of his mouth. Now his hair was definitely messed up again, not to mention full of dirt and twigs.

Today was the absolute worst.

---

Choosing each step carefully, Link slowly inched into a small clearing ahead of him. What he saw was... not exactly what he was expecting.

It was a young Hylian man, whom it looked like had just fallen down a somewhat steep incline. He cycled through several observations about him: firstly, the brilliant blue scarf looped around his neck. Secondly, the fact that he was wearing armor. And third, the fact that he was swearing with the proficiency of someone who was well practiced with the art.

Aside from those observations, there was something about this man that felt... odd. Almost familiar, while also being foreign and strange. Who was he, and what was he doing here?

---

Link brushed off his tunic as he stood up. He muttered a few last insults directed at the very existence of the hill, before standing up straight. Then he heard the snap of a twig behind him, and he whirled around.

He wasn't sure exactly what to make of the man before him, except that he was obviously a warrior. His heavy armor gleamed in the sun that filtered through the trees. One blue eye studied him carefully, while the other was closed, a scar over it suggesting it was no longer functional. Strange tattoos marked his face in red and blue, giving him a fierce look. Not that he needed it. He was already an imposing figure.

Noting the huge sword on his back, Link let his hand drift towards his own. He shifted slightly, preparing to go into a battle stance if necessary.

---

The young man seemed as wary of him as Link was. He wasn't sure what that implied, but he figured he should try speaking before fighting. "Hello, stranger. What brings a young man such as yourself to this neck of the woods?"

The other Hylian blinked. "Business," he replied carefully.

That explained nothing, only raising more suspicions. "What sort of business?"

---

He wasn't attacking. Yet. Link didn't want to let himself be lulled into a false sense of security only to be attacked, so he stayed on guard.

"Royal guard business." That usually shut people up.

---

That was the first real weird thing. Link's eyes narrowed slightly. "Really? What does the guard want that's in a forest in the middle of nowhere?" As he said this, he reexamined the man. While he could tie some aspects of his outfit to the Guard, he didn't look like the soldiers he knew. An imposter? Or something more a little voice needled in the back of his head.

---

"Wait, forest? In the middle of nowhere?" For some reason it hadn't occurred to Link that he was in a forest until that moment. A forest which definitely shouldn't have been there. "Well shit. I guess this is the fucking anomaly."

---

Now that surprised him. The last thing Link had been expecting him to say. "Anomaly?"

The young man turned slightly red. "Shit, did I say that outloud?"

He ignored that comment. "Is that why you're here? Investigating the anomaly?" If that was the case...

---

Link blinked slightly. The man seemed to be taking this in stride. Was he the source of the problem.

"Well... yes." He watched him closely for his reaction.

"I am as well." The man scanned the surrounding area. "Perhaps I could help you."

That... wasn't what he was expecting. This man was investigating as well? He must be a local of this dimension, or point in time or... whatever. That explained his presence, at least somewhat.

"I mean, if you want," Link said, trying to play things cooly nonchalant. "What's your name?"

The man blinked once. "Link."

Oh fuck.

---

The scarfed Hylian turned pale, then groaned. "Oh my fucking god Hylia you can't be serious. This isn't happening. Not this shit again."

Link blinked. He had expected surprise, maybe awe. Not... whatever this soldier was doing.

"Fuck me, fuck this, and fuck these goddamn timelines and incarnations or whatever this shit is." The young man was moaning into his hands.

Hang on. Timelines?

"... I'm almost afraid to ask, but may I inquire as to the reason for your reaction?" He was met with a very familiar expression. It was the expression he'd seen in the mirror that morning when he'd sensed the disturbance. He braced himself for whatever he was about to hear.

---

He forced himself to take a deep breath. He can do this. This is fine. "Okay, please don't freak out or anything, but that's my name too. You're another Hero, right?"

The man, the other Link, had about the kind of reaction he was expecting. Shocked, he nodded, seemingly at a temporary loss for words.

"Alright. So, we are both," he gestured between them, "incarnations of Courage. From either different points in history, or from alternate Hyrules. For whatever goddess forsaken reason, something screwed up the timespace continuum, so now we are in the same place. You with me?"

---

He processed this for a moment. Another Hero of Courage? Okay, sure, why not? Would explain the odd familiarity if they sort of shared a spirit. "Alright. I think I've got it."

The other Hero looked surprised. "Really? Okay, okay, cool. Makes things a little easier."

He tipped his head to the side. "This has happened to you before?"

"Unfortunately yes. However the bitc- I mean, the person that caused it last time shouldn't be the cause this time, so I haven't the foggiest as to how it's happening now."

"Hm." He tapped his chin thoughtfully. "I'm not sure myself. I simply felt a disturbance in the continuum and set out to investigate."

"You sensed it?"

He nodded. "I suppose it's an ability that comes with being the Hero of Time."

The other Hero blinked, somewhat surprised. He seemed to get over it quickly, though. "Alright then, Time- can I call you that? It's far easier than saying 'Link', for obvious reasons."

"Fine by me. How about you, young one? What's your title?"

"Young one? What are you, my dad? Anyway, I'm the Hero of Warriors, so I guess that makes me Warriors. I can live with that."

Dad, huh? Well, he guessed he was getting to be that age. Or was he already that age? Didn't matter.

"So then, Time. You 'sense' any other disurbances?" Warriors looked at him expectantly.

He paused a moment, concentrating again. One ear twitched. "Not exactly, but my instincts are directing me that way." He gestured somewhere to the right.

"Alright. So I guess we head in that direction."

"We?"

"I mean, you said you were investigating the disturbances, right? And two Heroes are better than one.

Time chuckled. "I suppose you have a point."

"Of course I do. Now let's get going! The sooner we get this done the sooner I can take a shower." Warriors marched off.

Time chuckled once more. This Hero seemed rather brash, but he suspected he meant well overall. At least this meant neither of them would be fighting alone this round. He followed the scarfed blond into the trees.

And so the first two met and were on their way.