A/N: Remember this story? :3

I'm going to try and remember where I was going with this, and continue. It's a nice friendship story with a little twist on the Ganondorf/Link placement. I always did like stories where Link was raised outside of the usual forest setting.

Link had the best sleep of his life that night. No nightmares, a warm blanket, nuzzled against a big, soft pillow...

"Aww, how adorable!"

Link's eyes sprung open at the strange voice, and he turned to see a tall, pale man with blond hair and royal finery smiling back at him. But more importantly, that big soft pillow he was enjoying turned out to be Prince Ganondorf's lap. "Ahh!"

Ganondorf stirred from the commotion, and grumbled. "Father, what are you doing, we were sleeping..."

Crown Prince Agahnim laughed at his son's groggy scolding. "I just came to meet your new friend. Mother said that the two of you were close, but I didn't realize she meant THAT kind of close..."

Link turned red as an apple while Ganondorf scrambled to stand. "Father, how inconsiderate! Link is our guest, don't tease him! I'll tell Grandpa..."

"Wait, don't do that!" Agahnim yelped, and nearly started groveling. Prince Consort Sheik was always nagging him for being too hard on Ganondorf, even more so since the boy's mother died. Whenever Sheik found out that his grandson was being picked on, he returned it twice as hard to the culprit, son or not.

"Fine," Ganondorf answered, pulling his father back up. "Father, this is Link. Link, this is my horrible trickster of a father, Crown Prince Agahnim."

Link stood and gave the crown prince a bow, which he returned. "It's nice to meet you, sir. My aunties said that you were charming, if somewhat intimidating. But that's a good quality in a future king..."

"Ha, don't flatter me. Besides, the way things are going, Mother intends to live forever so I won't even have to worry about it," Agahnim joked. "Kidding aside, when Ganondorf turns thirty years of age, I intend to hand my rank over to him. So he's going to need a good friend to help him through the rough spots. Can you handle that, Link?"

Link nodded with a smile, while Ganondorf did everything he could to shoo the crown prince from the room. As he watched the scuffle, he could definitely see a family resemblance. "I see where you get your cuteness from."

"Hey! Don't think that just because I'm showing you kindness, you have the right to call me 'cute'," Ganondorf replied, turning away so Link wouldn't see the blush on his face. "I can't afford to be soft, I'm in charge of the military. Imagine what the soldiers would say if they caught you sleeping on my lap, for instance!"

"I may not remember what happens during my episodes, but I definitely remember being in my own chair before it started," Link snapped back. "So that means YOU somehow picked me up and put me in your lap. And I sure as heck didn't take your clothes off and put them on myself!" He may have sounded agitated, but from the way he snuggled into the cape it was clear Link was appreciative.

"So where are you taking me?"

"The tailor," Ganondorf replied as he dragged Link down the hall. "I can't take you to the kitchen without covering you up. If the women see you in those rags, they might faint."

"I was already in the kitchen wearing 'these rags', and nobody fainted," Link grumbled. "What's wrong with the way I dress? Is it because I'm not highborn?"

Ganondorf stopped and turned to Link, confused. "I don't understand, you mean you're satisfied with those clothes? They are torn, and in some places threadbare. How can you stay warm?"

"I live in the desert, why do I need to stay warm?" Link retorted. "You just don't think my clothes are up to your standards. I'll admit they're dirty, but you have to realize I can have a different style than you and not be a tramp."

Ganondorf suddenly realized that he had offended Link with his comments. "I'm sorry, I didn't realize you actually wanted to wear such minimal garments. But surely your feet hurt? There's hardly any leather left on your soles!"

"I'll take some new shoes," he admitted, "but in the future, you need to be a little more humble. Look at things from your subjects' points of view." Link watched Ganondorf shrug, and it made him think that perhaps the prince had a tough time putting himself in other people's shoes.

"It's okay, Ganny," Link said as he suddenly slapped Ganondorf's back. "Neither of us was gifted with wisdom, that's what your Grandmother has. I'm crazy and you're unstable- we're perfect for each other, right?"

"Unstable...?"

Link nodded. "Yeah, nobody's perfect. Now can we eat first? I'm still really hungry..."