Featuring Ghirahim and Link friendship.

The Legend of Zelda: Skyward Sword and its characters are owned by Nintento etc.

"I said no."

"Ghirahim don't be difficult." Link held his arm outstretched, offering a blue, snowflake patterned tunic to the ex-Demon Lord.

"This will be your first winter in Skyloft, and I promise you it's an unforgiving season."

Ghirahim huffed, and scooted away, drawing his knees up to his chest. The graveyard had become a common hang-out for the outcast demon, but the cold tombstones offered little comfort. Link had made it a point to visit him often and help him adapt to mortal life, after the defeat of Demise. Ghirahim was less than grateful.

"I'd sooner die in the snow than degrade my body with that appalling garment," he hissed.

Link didn't miss the subtle snuffle or the redness of the older man's nose. The white unitard was doing him no favors in this weather. The young hero rolled his eyes and advanced. Dealing with Ghirahim's stubbornness had become a daily occurrence for the past several months and Link knew how to handle him. He snuck up behind his old adversary and roughly shoved the sweater over his head. Ghirahim barked a protest, but Link simply grabbed his arms and wrestled them through the puffy sleeves. Spitting and swearing, Ghirahim tried to wriggle away but it was too late. Link had already pulled him to his feet, straightened out the wool tunic, and was now lightly dusting off his shoulders.

Being stripped of his demon powers had made him considerably slower than the Chosen Hero. Not to mention the already freezing cold slowing him down. He grumbled and wrapped his arms around himself, reluctantly welcoming the warmth spreading across his torso.

"There," Link said casually, "Not so bad is it?"

Ghirahim's eyes narrowed. "It smells like peaches."

"Well yeah. Zelda made it for you."

"What?"

"She thought you might like some traditional Skyloftian attire, so she made that and asked me to give it to you."

Ghirahim ran a hand through his hair, growling angrily. A gift from the Goddesses' reincarnation no less. He couldn't tell if it was a mockery or a genuine kindness. If it hadn't been so freezing cold out he would have torn the thing off immediately, but his body's instinct for self preservation overruled his pride.

"So, what to you say?" Link taunted.

Damn this domesticated life.

He turned away from the Hero, and mumbled, "... Thank you."