Drabble prompt! 22: “Did you just hiss at me?”
(hek this tha first sidlink fluff i written damn hope u like it ????)
Link struggled against Sidon, pushing back on the edge of the tub. Sidon sighed and laid off a bit, allowing Link the opportunity to scramble away and press into the corner of the bathroom. Sidon again sighed wearily, rubbing the bridge of his nose.
“Link, my pearl, I’m… asking you nicely. I love you very much but your natural musk as grown to be quite… overwhelming,” Sidon said gently.
Link narrowed his eyes at him and growled low in his throat. He didn’t like it when people forced him to bathe. He had no real issue with the act itself, he simply forgot more often than not to do it regularly, found it somewhat tedious and monotonous, but he greatly preferred doing it on his own time. Being forced to by someone suddenly made him detest it so much more.
“Link, my treasure–” Sidon approached him, hands out and splayed protectively, like he was approaching some rabid animal. Link glared at him again and snarled, a fierce, feral noise unfurling from him.
Sidon paused. His eyebrows knit together and he frowned. “Did you just hiss at me?” Link stuck his tongue out. Sidon pressed his lips into a tight line, exhaling tightly and making his gills flutter gently. He looked at Link again, eyes softened. “My pearl, I only do this for your own good. Think of how soothing it would be. A nice, warm bath to soak in after a long, hard day of adventuring. I have bath salts and scented oils and such things you could use if you would like…”
Link stared at Sidon, wary and contemplative. His skin was starting to feel the scaly, sticky way it did when he hadn’t washed in a while, and he knew from a bath he’d had here many months ago that the tiny, delicate vials lined up in the cabinet beside the mirror smelled wonderful and made his skin amazingly soft. And he was awfully worn out. It’d been some time since he’d been able to truly relax, more so than he had by standing naked in the Eldin hot springs just long enough to recover his strength. It could be nice. Maybe Sidon was right.
Link straightened up a bit, craning his head to look at the tub of water. It was full and he could see wisps of steam gently curling from the surface. It had to feel much nicer than the icy rivers he usually bathed in. He looked down at his bare arms. He could see bits of rough, dried dead skin, made prominent and ugly by lack of washing. He looked up at Sidon again, staring into his kind golden eyes before he sighed softly and uncurled his tight, crunched form. He let Sidon lift him and lower him into the tub, where he couldn’t keep himself from closing his eyes and sighing at the embrace-like warmth of the bath. He could feel the tension already relaxing from his shoulders and back. It felt good enough he didn’t care much about pretending it didn’t just to annoy Sidon. He roused himself from his soothed stupor long enough to point at the cabinet of oils and salts, Sidon letting him smell each before he selected one that smelled of roses and chamomile. Sidon sat by the tub the entire time, talking with him and handing him bath salts and oils and rousing him when he nodded off. When the water had run tepid and Link was done, he held up a towel from him to step into, a thick, plush, fluffy one he’d warmed by the hearth a few minutes earlier. Link swathed himself in it, rubbing his cheek tiredly into the fabric. He let Sidon pick him up and carry him back to his chambers, where he sat on the bed and hugged him to his chest. Link sat in Sidon’s lap with his legs curled against him, head resting on his chest. Sidon pressed a kiss to the mused, damp hair atop his head.
“Now that wasn’t so bad, was it?”
Link yawned and sleepily stuck his tongue out at Sidon.