Author's note: Hello again! And welcome to another installment of Link/Marth!

Seriously, there needs to be SO much more Link/Marth on the internet, both in art AND fics. A girl (me) could die from the massive withdrawal symptoms.

And PLEASE tell me they're not too OOC... I would simply die if they were... XD I tried so hard, man!

P.S. Wow, this is quite a bit shorter than the other drabbles. It wasn't my intention, but there wasn't much more I could add. Hope you like it anyway!

P.P.S. For anyone who's wondering, I didn't forget about Melee or the first game. I personally imagine them as still happening, but elsewhere in the universe. Maybe there's another Master Hand inviting another Marth (from the original Fire Emblem) and another Link (from Ocarina Of Time) to fight in another Smash World. Who knows. Lol.

P.P.P.S. Also, the Ganondorf in this fic is Twilight Princess Ganondorf, just not the same one that Link killed. He comes from a different Twilight Princess where he's still alive. Kind of confusing, I know, but just roll with it. XD

Onward!

Decoration

It was a fairly warm day. Not too hot, not too cold. Just right for the fighters that had gathered in Smash World. Not all of them were there, of course. That was just the case when they could come and go as they pleased. Today, for example, Zelda had decided to stay in Hyrule. Link assumed it was probably for business reasons and didn't question it. She was the princess, after all, so she probably had a lot to do.

Then again, Marth was the prince where he came from, yet he quite often found the time to hang out with him in this strange dimension. Not that he was complaining, of course. His company was always appreciated, especially since Link came here a lot himself. After all, it wasn't like he had anything better to do in his home world than herd goats every day.

After watching a gruelling twenty-stock match between Dedede and Bowser - who seemed to need to prove which of them was the better king - Link and Marth were currently sitting on their favourite bench in the sunshine, both wearing green tunics. Link could still feel the sore spot on his face - though it wasn't sore anymore - where that last Waddle Dee had hit him.

"(That was quite a match, wasn't it?)" Marth asked.

"Yeah," he replied. "Kinda pointless, if you ask me, though."

Marth nodded. "(I know what you mean. Even though Bowser won... barely... I don't think Dedede will let it go so easily.)"

"Probably not." He rubbed his cheek absent-mindedly. "I just hope they don't kill each other over it."

"(Indeed.)" Marth paused. "(So, is your face feeling any better?)"

"A little."

"(Tsk. Dedede was being so reckless with his Waddle Dee Army. It was very unlike him.)"

"He was just desperate to beat Bowser, I guess."

"(Mmm.)"

Link sat back on the bench and enjoyed the feel of a gentle breeze across his face. Across from him, he could see Toon Link, Ness and Lucas playing tag around the fountain. He smiled at the sight.

Suddenly, his head began to itch quite violently under his cap, for no apparent reason. He wondered if it was the warm weather that was causing it, but merely shrugged and took off his cap to scratch his head. "Ahhh, that's better."

"(... Link...)"

"Hmm?" He looked over at Marth.

Marth was blinking at him in awe. He felt somewhat uncomfortable under the gaze. "(... I've never seen you without your hat before.)"

This surprised him. "You haven't?"

"(No...)" Marth paused. "(You look... rather different without it.)"

He looked at the cap in his hand. Actually, come to think of it, when was the last time he'd taken this thing off in Smash World? Had he ever taken it off here?

"Huh..."

"(Why do you never take it off, anyway?)"

He looked back at the prince. "I never really thought about it, but I guess it's just 'cause it's part of the outfit." He thought about it for a moment. "Like your tiara is just part of your outfit."

Marth's face curled itself into a deadly scowl. "(For your information, this is not a tiara.)" Link withdrew slightly in shock. Marth turned away with a huff. "(It is a royal headpiece that symbolises my status and leadership.)"

Link held up his hands in defence. "Whoa, okay, sorry!" He paused. "It just really looks like a tiara, that's all."

Marth turned to glare at him. "(It is not a tiara! I am tired of having this discussion with people.)"

Link blinked, lowering his hands. "Someone's called it a tiara before?"

Marth heaved a sigh. "(Yes. Quite a few people, in fact...)"

"I see..."

Marth relaxed into a half-glare. "(Besides, you're one to talk, wearing a nightcap.)"

Anger boiled inside Link. "A nightcap?" He thrust the cap in front of Marth's face. "This is not a nightcap! It's part of the hero's uniform that I got from the spirit Ordona!"

"(Now you know how I feel when people call my royal headpiece a tiara.)"

Link immediately calmed down, placing the cap back on his lap. "Sorry."

"(I'm sorry too. I know perfectly well that it's not a nightcap...)" Marth gave a slight smirk. "(Despite how much it may look like one.)"

Link huffed, smirking slightly himself. "Says you and your headpiece that looks like a tiara." He relaxed and smiled. "It does suit you, though."

"(Thank you. Your cap also suits you quite well.)"

Link glanced down at his cap, then glanced back at Marth. He had a very strange idea. "Say... I wonder if it'd suit you..."

Marth blinked at him. "(I beg your pardon?)"

He waved his cap around. "Try my cap on and see if it suits you!"

Marth looked uneasy. "Well..."

He smiled. "Come onnnn... I'll look after your tiara, if you do." Marth glared at him. He laughed. "Alright, alright... your 'royal headpiece'."

Marth angrily snatched his cap from him, though the small twinkle in his blue eyes told Link that he was laughing on the inside. "(Alright, fine...)"

"Here, lemme get that."

He reached over and gripped the headpiece, gently sliding it from Marth's head. His fingertips brushed against a few strands of blue hair and he had to suck in a breath at how incredibly soft they felt.

Eventually, he pulled the headpiece loose and held it carefully on his lap.

"(Thank you.)" Marth glanced down at the cap in his hands.

"Your hair's very soft. Do you use special conditioner?"

The tiniest of blushes appeared on Marth's face, which greatly amused Link. "(Hmph. I happen to take pride in my appearance.)"

Link blinked. "Are you saying that I don't?"

One of Marth's eyebrows twitched. "(That's not what I meant.)"

"Oh, okay." He vaguely wondered what Marth thought of his appearance, but shook it off. It wasn't really important.

"(... This is going to mess up my hair, isn't it?)" Link stared incredulously at him, then laughed. Marth scowled. "(What?)"

"Don't worry about it, Marth. You can straighten your hair out again later."

Marth rolled his eyes. "(Yeah, yeah.)"

Link ran a few strands of his own hair between his finger and thumb in thought. "Though it might explain why my hair's a mess... Oh, well."

Marth smiled at him. "(Well, the style oddly suits you, so I doubt you need to worry about it.)"

"You think?" Link smiled. "Thanks."

Marth took a small breath, then put the cap on his head. It fell slightly over his eyes. "(Well? How does it look?)"

"Hmm..." Link analysed it. "It kinda suits you... though it looks a bit big."

"(Mmm.)" The prince fidgeted with the sides of the cap. "(It does feel slightly too big.)"

"I guess I've got a slightly bigger head than you, then."

"(I guess...)" Marth smiled. "(Though that could mean a bigger brain.)"

Link laughed. "Thanks." He looked at the headpiece in his lap. "Hmm..." Raising it to his head, he started to slide it over his hair.

"(... What are you doing?)"

"Seeing if this will suit me." Once it was in place, he held out his arms. "How does it look?"

Marth blinked at him. A short silence followed, where those pretty blue eyes continued to stare at him. "(It... kind of suits you...)" Marth gave him a small smirk. "(Although it does blend in a bit too much with your hair.)"

Link lowered his arms and chuckled. "Yeah?" He fidgeted with the headpiece slightly, the metal rather tight against his head. "It does seem a bit too small, too."

"(Well, I'm sorry for having a smaller head than you.)"

"And I'm sorry for having a bigger head than you!" The two of them laughed. Suddenly, another thought came to Link. "Hey! Let's go look at ourselves in the mirror!"

Marth gave a dramatic sigh, still smiling. "(If you insist...)"

Marth tried to hide a chuckle as Link posed in front of the full-body mirror in the, thankfully, empty dressing room that the fighters all used at their leisure. He had to admit, although they both did kind of suit the new headgear - especially since it matched their green tunics - they did also look rather ridiculous. He just hoped that Link wouldn't break his royal headpiece from having slightly too large a head.

However, when he'd first seen Link wearing his headpiece, it had been quite a moment. He hadn't really known what to feel, honestly. Link, his best friend in Smash World, was wearing his headpiece and it had made him look - to put it bluntly - very pretty. It had given his normally ruggish good looks an edge of femininity that Marth wasn't entirely comfortable with, especially since it went quite well with the Hylian's earrings.

Heck, even without the cap had been quite a moment. He didn't look like the Link he knew without the cap, but at the same time, the sight of those golden locks blowing freely in the breeze had created weird butterflies in his stomach. Shaking off the memory, he focused on their reflections.

Link pulled out his Master Sword and waved it around. "(Everyone, please watch me!)" he said.

Marth lowered his eyelids at him. "Oh, very funny..." he replied.

Link pulled his sword close to him in a counter. "(There!)"

He sighed in exasperation, pinching the bridge of his nose. "Link..."

Link spun his sword twice, then pointed it at the ground. "(This time, it's my victory, isn't it?)"

He groaned, utterly fed up with the mockery. "Alright, fine!" He grabbed his Falchion and unsheathed it. "You want to play this game? Well..." He stabbed it into the air above his head. "Hyaaaargh!"

Link stared, wide-eyed, at him. He stared back with furrowed eyebrows, then suddenly realised what he'd done. Blushing slightly, he quickly re-sheathed his sword.

After a few long moments of silence, Link burst out laughing.

Marth still felt embarrassed, but the tension had now eased. He allowed himself a tired smile in Link's direction.

"(Wow, Marth, that was a great impression of me! Can you do any more?)"

He looked away awkwardly. "I don't think I should..."

"(Oh, come onnnn...)" Marth said nothing. "(Well, okay, then.)" Link sheathed his sword. "(Today, I have survived.)"

Marth turned and gave Link's shoulder a playful shove, smirking at him. "(Oy. Quit it.)"

Link formed a cross with his fingers. "(I won't let you!)"

Marth groaned. "Alright, alright... fine..." He pulled his sword out again, then did a perfect imitation of Link's hidden skill taunt. He swung the sword around his torso, then around the back of his head, then pretended to sheath it on his back. "Happy now?" He sheathed it by his side.

Link laughed again. "(Very.)" He placed his fingers around the headpiece on his head. "(Do you want your tiara back now?)"

Marth glared at him half-heartedly. "Only if you want your nightcap back."

Link grinned at him and took off the headpiece. Marth took off the cap and they swapped back, placing their own headgear back on their heads.

"(So, how about we get something to eat? I'm kinda hungry.)"

"Hmm... yes, I'm rather hungry, too... Alright. Lead the way."

Link nodded. "(Okay. Let's go!)"

The two of them made their way to the kitchen, Link in front and Marth behind, both chuckling the entire way there.