disclaimer: don't own.
a/n: this ship is unbelievable. and for you, sarah.
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"You're joking."
Link raises an eyebrow and gives her his typical deadpan look. Beside him, Zelda stirs her half-empty cup of soda with her slightly chewed straw and yawns.
"Oh, of course we are. Where are my manners? Should I get down on one knee and confess my undying love to this perfection of a princess then elope while riding a majestic, loyal horse I would call Epona into the sunset so that we can live together happily ever after?" He rolls his eyes and twirls a fry between his fingers before biting into it. "Honestly…"
"B-But—!" Midna stands far too quickly and the chair scrapes loudly against the floor, though she was too busy protesting to notice the disgruntled looks thrown her way. "You're just too goddamn couple-y that it's impossible for you not to be a couple! Everyone thinks you are. I mean, hell, I did. And I still do!"
"Huh. Look at that, Zel." He chews on another fry, swallows and turns to her, head rested on his hand. "Didn't know we're dating. Wanna try that now?"
Rubbing her eyes like a cat with its paw, she replies drowsily, "Only if I can use your shoulder right now for a quick nap—" And Zelda yawns again, proceeding to lean her forehead more to his neck than shoulder, "—gotta catch up some sleep for later… tonight's football match…"
He sighs and allows her to use him as a human cushion, shifting himself closer to her. "Yes, yes, princess. I'll even give you a call to wake you up." As if coming to a realization, his eyes widens minutely for a moment. "We need a date if we're dating though."
"Bribe me with that Deluxe Parfait next door and you've got yourself a deal."
"You are one expensive girlfriend." He half-mumbles, half-whines. His lower lip juts out somewhat and he looks like a pouting six-year-old without pocket money in a candy store.
"I live up to my title, Link." She buries her face further into the crook of his neck, successfully evading his puppy-dog eyes, "Now shut up, boyfriend-of-mine, and let me have my glorious, long-awaited nap."
He grunts, more in acceptance than anything, and turns to the oddly mute third party.
"You're joking."
Link pinches the bridge of his nose as he restrains himself from groaning. "Really?" comes out instead, soaked in exasperation, though softer, most likely due to the girl snoozing on his shoulder-but-actually-his-chest-and-neck.
Midna, meanwhile, prepares herself to throw a jaw-breaking punch to shatter his face.
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"She cracked under a week. Longer than expected but Goddesses, finally."
Zelda giggles in return and stealthily snatches his free hand to entangle it with her own, almost making him jolt in surprise.
"Well, pranking the public audience was pretty fun and even Midna—as in Midna—fell for it." Her eyes twinkled as her smile stretches into a smirk. "We're too mischievous for our own good."
"And without it, we'll be a boring couple. Mischief is our unique trait."
They stay silent for a while, walking with steady steps down the sidewalk with fingers intertwined.
She breaks the quiet first, "So onwards then?"
He kisses her forehead and winks as she flushes pink, "Onwards, m'lady."
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—end—
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a/n2: i have this headcanon where zelda likes watching football and does that together really often with link heh.