Story Series: How to Tame Your Volga
Disclaimer: Still don't own Hyrule Warriors.
Author's Notes: After I finished my Volink oneshot, I realized I still wanted to write for them. I'll probably update this randomly, depending on how long ideas last. Again, if there's a certain scene between Link and Volga anyone wishes to read, I'll be happy to write it. While the pairing will mainly be Volink, other characters are welcome to annoy Volga as well. As far as I'm aware, there shouldn't be any mature or explicit scenes. If one happens to show up, I'll just have to up the rating/give warning in that case.
As always, thanks for reading.
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Drabble Title: There Is But One Rule
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"Listen, my dragonkin," Volga shouted from atop an overhanging cliff above the sparring fields. The Lizalfos and Dinolfos took notice immediately, halting their battles and turning toward him ready to take orders.
It never took more than a shout to rally his kin to attention—it had taken the woman general sometimes three shouts to quiet and bring her men into line. Didn't surprise the dragon knight, humans were far slower and willful to match the efficiency and organization of his dragonkin. They were born to fight and march, biting and clawing seconds out of their shells, while the humans waited until their boys were deemed men to send them to academies to teach and train them into soldiers. It was a wonder to Volga how the humans had come to claim and control so much land. Then again, the humans rarely fought anyone else but their own kind and the humans were everywhere.
…There was even one traipsing about his land but at least this one had the dragon knight's permission to exist in his presence.
"I will only say this once!" Volga called out, his shouts reaching far across the sparring field without effort or vocal strain. "I have given the order to strike down any human that trespasses into our land but I must change this order. There is one human you must not harm. To do so means answering to my flames, is this understood?"
The Lizalfos and Dinolfos below were a little confused but they nonetheless nodded and screeched in obedient understanding.
"My word is absolute. No harm shall befall…this b—" As he looked to his side and then behind himself, he realized Link had not been standing beside him as he had been a second ago and had wandered off yet again.
It was a wonder none of his dragonkin had attacked and killed him by now. No doubt Volga would have heard the commotion if a battle was taking place on his land but still the boy did not need to be so unnecessarily impulsive, perhaps unthinking even with his life. Volga had wandered the Hyruleans' camps without fear because there was no one there who could so much as scratch his armor. Hero or not, Link did not have such invulnerability here in Volga's land. Chainmail, after all, was a poor shield to lava plumes.
His harsh scowl twitched in annoyance. He felt like backhanding the side of the boy's head with his dragon hand. When he found him, he was more than likely going to do just that.
He did not hit him when he found him. He was not far off but he had meandered out of view. Link's grin was much too wide and proud for his own good as he held up, of all things, a stick. He had found one of the white witch's tree branches and he was quite pleased with himself for finding it. He had been happily drawing pictures with it in the loose earth when Volga found him.
"Get over here!" Volga growled, grabbing him by the tunic and dragging him back to the edge of the ledge. "You stupid boy, drawing in the dirt! How you have not lost your head yet, I do not know!"
At the edge of the cliff, Volga grabbed Link by the back of his tunic and raised him up with one arm over his head in prominent view of his dragonkin.
"Do not harm this boy! He is not food!" Volga ordered, as he sneered in disgust at the sight of a much too chipper and calm Link grinning and waving both his arms in hello at the confused Lizalfos and Dinolfos below. If the dragonkin were capable of widening their eyes in disbelief, they would be gawking in shock. "If I find even a scratch, I will scorch the offender without trial! Am I heard?"
With little more than a few confused tilts of their reptilian heads here and there, the Lizalfos and Dinolfos hissed and roared back dutifully. Volga dismissed them soon after and the dragonkin resumed their tasks and spars.
Walking amongst his kin in the sparring fields, the dragon knight stood with his arms sternly crossed over his chest surveying their fights, measuring their martial prowess, and noting improvements. And though he was in his view, Volga pretended to ignore Link as the boy tried to skip rocks across a lava pool, frowning and stamping his feet in frustration as the rocks he tossed sank and melted in the molten earth.
"Master, if I may ask," one of the Lizalfos, its head bowed respectfully before him, asked in their kind's shrill, creaking voice as it approached him. "Why do you guard thiss human? You hate humans. Humans vile. Humans stupid."
"This human is different," Volga replied. "He is proud and strong like dragonkin and has earned my respect. Despite his humanity, he is worthy to stand beside us."
The Lizalfos paused and stared back at the dragon knight. It blinked its third vertical eyelid over his eyes before it said, "Master likes thiss stupid human?"
Disliking the sudden silence missing from Link's direction, Volga looked and saw a crouching Link slowly bring the stick he found toward the lava and flinch in surprise as the wood spontaneously caught fire. The boy gawked in amazement as he turned the stick about and watched the fire flicker and bob and grow as it bit by bit made its way toward his fingertips.
"Yes," Volga said matter-of-factly, scowling and groaning in exasperation. "…Yes, I do."