Creating Body Heat

!Link Hebra Mountain

A doltish move on my part?

Perhaps.

But when I watched Y/N against the Moblins, I recognized her latent strength, which she keeps so well shrouded beneath all of her history fluff. I noticed it before when she went after Kilton's bullies and when I watched her defend our canine hero back in Lurelin. The key to Y/N's strength is her passion. If her attacker hadn't snuck up on her, I guarantee that somehow, she would have defended herself.

Especially if the motive was made clear to steal her precious Hero of Time journal.

I never quite knew what I was working with, as it was hard to tell just by watching her swing a stick.

Now I know there is the ferocity of a grizzly bear beneath her soft flesh, and it requires some prodding.

But when it comes out, well, let's just say, I might not be too foolish in thinking she could have made Ganon run for the hills.

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"Link! Are you mad?" Your hand gripped the hilt of the blade, the cold iron of the pommel above your finger forced you to loosen your clutch. Link was right; you were tired just from holding it so hard, you'd never be able to swing it.

"Y/N." Link glanced your way, an air of confidence in his voice. "I promised you I wouldn't let anything happen to you."

"You're feeding me to the wolves!" You protested.

Link's only response was a soft chuckle. "No, I'm feeding you to the Moblins."

"Link!" He ignored you as he dashed forward toward the throng of Moblins.

An ugly snort sliced through the air above you. A Moblin began to dance around you, jeering in a grotesque way that resembled the sound of bronchitis. Unable to meet its repugnant face and in a mild stage of shock, you ducked with the shield Link bequeathed you. You saw a slew of mucus land by your foot.

"You felt a force collide with your shield. You fell backward, still managing to hold the shield in place and surprisingly still grip your dagger. You heard Link's voice from somewhere around you.

"The knee!" You turned to see three Moblin bodies scattered around Link as he slashed through the fourth. You couldn't help but watch him, mesmerized.

"Hylia. Is he a human or a machine?"

The force of the Moblin pressing on your shield was immobilizing. You realized you let yourself get distracted as he managed to topple over you, pressing you hard onto your back.

"Ah!" The air was painted with a splatter of crimson as Link flew by. "Don't ever remove your eyes from your opponent." The heaviness of the Moblin ceased as his body slid off of you, deceased by a swipe of Link's blade.

Another one lurched toward you. This time, you decided to try your hand. You held your shield in place, holding your dagger in a lax grip, ready to swing.

If Link believes in me, I must believe in me.

The Moblin let out a roar as it charged at you. A giant snot bubble bursting from its hooded nostril.

"Why do these creatures remind me of Hoz?" You glowered as you raised your shield to defend against the impact of its wooden club. You heard the sound of a tree rustle above you as you saw Link jumping from the limbs of the trees like an orangutan.

Ok, he is positively not human. I am convinced.

He shot his bow, knocking one Moblin straight in the back of the skull. "Y/N, knee! When fighting a taller enemy go for the lower extremities!" He bolted off the tree branch he was on and landed on his feet with a hard thud.

"You would know at your height." You took your dagger and swiped it along the Moblin's kneecap, causing him to holler in anguish.

"HEY! Take jabs at the Moblins, not me!" You could see a small smile grace his lips and you found yourself smiling too.

Why am I enjoying this? You watched the Moblin fall backward as you sliced your dagger against his abdomen. Each scream that punctured the hollow air of Hebra Mountain made you feel empowered.

Fierce.

You ran toward another Moblin Link was fighting, twirling, and lacerating his back.

Then you ran toward another, diving and swiping its ankle with your blade.

You saw the rippled shadow of Link's body as he spun and knocked out two more Moblins. Link stopped, and with frantic breath he shouted, "Y/N, behind!"

Instead of raising your shield, you jumped downward, causing the Moblin to tumble over you. Link jumped over you and delivered a devastating swoop downward with his sword. You watched the Moblin gargle as it choked on its own blood and fell to its demise.

Link wiped a bead of sweat from his brow. His eyes were bright with pride when he looked at you. "Not bad."

"I had no choice but to not be bad." You placed your hands on your hips. "What were you thinking? Link, I-"

You heard a horn sound in the distance.

A panicked look sparked on Link's face. He grabbed your hand and ran past your cave.

Link stopped when he saw a long fissure on the mountainside. Its crack was narrow enough to hide two bodies in it. Link climbed into it, pulling you along with him. You both were meshed together inside the fissure. He grabbed your head, forcing it gently against his chest. You wanted to ask him what was going on, but in this particular moment, the hardness of his body against your own made you unaware of much else.

"Link..." You whispered into his neck, remembering how you cried into it. Remembering the intoxicating scent of musk that made you slightly woozy.

His voice was like a feather drifting down from above. "It's a Moblin horn. They will call for reinforcements. It's best to wait here for a bit, then return to our camp." Your heart began to pound as he stroked your hair.

His heart began to pick up its own pace against your eardrum. Was he nervous? A few moments passed with your head tucked beneath Link's chin and cushioned by his chest as you listened to the song his heart had made for you.

His fingers kept stroking your hair, capturing tendrils and twirling them. You moved your head away slightly, catching his eyes, which were already pointed down at you. His lips were slightly parted, offering you a dangerous invitation. You felt your own lips mimic his, adrenaline crowding your body and making your knees week.

There was no storm in his eyes like when he had his face mask on. His intentions weren't shrouded in mystery. His lips were firmly unsheathed and on display. He had made a decision, and you could see it clearly imprinted on him. You lifted your fingers to place them on his cheek. He winced when you touched him. "Y/N, your hands are like ice."

He took your hands in his own, closing them, then lifting them to his lips. He gently blew warm breath onto them.

At first, I thought he was too good for me because of his status. Now he is too good for me because of his heart.

You watched him as he continued to warm your hands with his hot breath, his eyes intently watching you.

"Link..." A low whisper came out of you, but the rest of the sentence conceded to an image popping into your head.

"Link, promise me you'll return. " You heard the woman's voice, so desperate and vulnerable.

Whenever you heard her voice, tears would well up in your eyes. She was hurt. And you were hurt for her.

Link caught the tears beginning to appear, stopping himself abruptly. "Y/N? What is it?"

If I give myself to him and I allow this feeling... I could lose him. Lose myself.

"I won't give in to what this is, Link!" You broke free from his grip.

You turned to see his face remain placid as you continued to sob. "History may repeat itself, but I am a historian, and history won't get me!"

"Y/N, what are you saying?"

You looked at his lips as they quivered slightly from the cold. His blue eyes felt like the strongest embrace. Goddesses, you wanted this. You wanted him. But you knew who he was, and you know what this is.

"I won't give in..." You said it one more time. But you didn't convince Link, and you didn't convince yourself.

"Give in to what?"

"Love."

Edited: 8/22/23

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