Imagine Loki going camping with you, or perhaps you joining the warriors three and Thor and Loki on one of their adventures and you share a tent with Loki. It even has a two person sleep roll and the two of you stay a pleasant temperature, either sharing warmth or Loki allowing his body temperature to lower and cool you off.
After the initial fight to recover Vah Ruda, Link found himself returning to Zora’s Domain more often than any where else. He said it was for supplies and rest, but he knew better. He just wasn’t ready to accept that reason yet.
And it wasn’t like the Zora weren’t ready to accept Link with open arms. He never felt like a hindrance on them or that he wasn’t wanted after his deed was done. Part of that could have been the fact that that damn lynel was revived every Blood Moon, but he digressed.
It had become a bit of a routine– one Link was more than okay with. Every Blood Moon Link would wander back to the domain and have the briefest council with the King before heading up to Shatterback Point with Sidon, who claimed to want a front row seat for the entire debacle.
And that’s what it was. Sure, Link was the Hylian Champion and had taken down Ganon’s Blights with only minor bumps and bruises, but it’s rather difficult to focus on the fight when the object of your affections is pouring buttery praise into your ears. Link has still, somehow, miraculously made it out of this fight time and time again unscathed anywhere but his dignity, but now it knows his scent.
Sidon gives him the thumbs up from the ledge he usually sits at to watch. Link sucks in a ragged breath and examines the battle field. On the plus side, if he comes out of this, he can stock up on shock arrows so… There’s that. Plus, the parts would probably fetch a high price with Kilton. And Sidon would be oh so impressed with his tenacious bravery.
Link bites his lip. There’s a few ways he can go about this, each with varying degrees of success. He can use Revali’s Gale and land in a few good head shots on that thing and then go about killing it when it’s down. He can just kinda… Overwhelm it with bomb arrows. Or he can use the stasis rune on his Sheikah slate and just Pete Pete and repeat.
He decides on the first– it being the least volatile.
Sidon’s tail is wagging absent mindedly against his back when Link sneaks a glance. He needs to do this, and not just because if he failed now it would be the first time in roughly ten Blood Moons. He needed to do this because Sidon was watching him with that misplaced admiration gracing his beautiful golden eyes that Link positively craved. He liked the way it settled into his skin and eased his thoughts. He liked just being around Sidon.
Link charged Revali’s Gale and took off as the winds howled around him. He had enough stamina to do this. Four or five bomb arrows to the face and he could finish this thing off with Urbosa’s fury and be done with it. And with the bow he kiefed off that last Yiga member that tried to ambush him, it would be easy.
And it was! Sure he busted his last good claymore, but it was a small price to pay for his life and of course the way Sidon took off for him and swung him into a crushing hug to celebrate his victory.
“That was amazing! Incredible- as you always are! It was as if time had slowed to a crawl. I’ve never seen someone send so many arrows flying in such a short span of time.”
Link grinned sheepishly from his place currently pressed flush against Sidon’s chest. He revels in this level of physical contact but exclusively from Sidon. With anyone else, it was awkward at best, but this is nice– something he craves even. And when Sidon places him back down, Link believes Sidon’s hand lingers for just a little too long on his shoulder before he careens Link around to retrieve the shock arrows.
He’s getting used to this, he thinks. Sidon’s company has become the only beacon of hope he has for an “after.” And it’s the whispers of his life with Sidon, a life worth fightimg for, that carry him to his victory against Calamity.
Imagine Loki moves his arms around when he talks. You always found it adorable, but one day he comes home rambling on about Thor and the Warriors Three. You see he’s upset and run to hug him from behind, only for him to accidentally smack you in the face. You jump back laughing, but he starts apologizing profusely.
Imagine there’s a war going between Asgard and Muspelheim and all the soldiers in Asgard have to fight. You are a formidable strategist who works with the council because of your skill. But the things seem to be too good for Asgard so you are required to fight alongside Thor, Loki, the Warriors Three and Lady Sif. You all know each other and you have such a huge respect for each other.
At the dawn of what will be the final battle, you are all getting ready and Loki goes to your tent. The truth is that he had admired your work at the palace and finds remarkable that you will fight though it’s not your speciality. He asks you to be near him in the battle, swearing he will protect you no matter what, something that surprises you because you are not close. Before going back to his own tent, he cups of your face and kisses you. At the beginning with desperation, but once you reciprocate, with sweetness. When you both pull apart and before he leaves, he whispers:
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Imagine Thor and Loki have a younger sister, Astrid, who was not much younger than Loki. Growing up, she was always very close to both her brothers, acting as a catalyst that kept them together even through tough times, though she typically stayed close to Loki’s side. Though it went against Frigga’s wishes, she even trained alongside them and raised as a warrior as well as a lady. Imagine everyone’s surprise when she becomes just as good, if not better, as Sif and the Warriors three, earning her a rightful place by their side. As the years passed, she became more and more distant to Thor and grew much closer Loki, seeing how the other unfairly treat him and not liking it one bit. The two spend great deals of time together, usually in the libraries, walking the gardens, and even causing some mischeif with one another. It’s easy to see how attached to each other they are, practically glued to each other sides, though no one seems to notice just how close. Much like Odin, Astrid told Loki as he grew that he had just as much a chance to be king as Thor did, even believing he had more of a chance. Both are shocked to learn that Thor, the Golden Child, was chosen over him. Astrid is visibly upset by this but somewhat happy for Thor and can tell Loki is furious by this decision though he hides it well. Unaware of the events about to unfold before them, Astrid will soon find that she has not only been raised on lies but as also unknowingly sworn her allegiance to the wrong prince.