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Wild knew that Wind was a pirate. They called the kid ‘Sailor’, after all, and he was forever telling stories about his adventures at sea. While spending a few days on Wind’s home with its perfectly white sands and crystal blue waters, the ocean had been not just the backdrop; it had been an inevitability.
Still, knowing that he would be going to sea was different to actually being at sea.
They had left Outset after almost a week’s visit, bidding a fond farewell to Aryll and Wind’s grandma. Wild had found an unexpected kinship with his little brother’s family, and had spent his time with them trading recipes with the old lady and being followed around wherever he went by Aryll. The little girl had apparently decided that Wild was her new best friend and went out of her way to spend every possible moment by his side. She had also decided, and loudly proclaimed to anyone who would listen, that she was a cat, and wore a pair of makeshift cat ears wherever she went. Wild had become her inspiration. She kneaded when Wild kneaded, she did her best to purr when he purred.
Once, when Wind was trying to convince her that even cats need to go to bed, she even managed a pretty impressive ‘ hisssss!’ .
Wild had never been more proud.
But still, they were heroes with a job to do, and he couldn’t stay playing cat on Outset. Thankfully Aryll took it well, and promised him very seriously that she would make sure that all the mice on the island knew who was boss in his absence. Wild wasn’t quite sure what she meant by that, but nodded anyway as she went to give Wind a big hug goodbye.
Kids were weird, man.
So off they went, occasionally making dock at an island here or there, but by and large staying at sea.
It was a lot to get used to, if Wild was being honest.
He had thought that he had been to sea before. Wild had sailed the entire coast of his Hyrule, he had travelled to Eventide and back. He had fought the monster pirates that had invaded the coastal villages during the Upheaval, had even mastered the winding passages of the Stormwind Wark.
Wild thought that he understood the sea. Thought that he understood ships.
He was, it turned out, a landlubbing fool.
He was a landlubbing fool who did not know a thing about the sea or ships or anything that was not solid, steady ground. Even flying was nothing like this. The ground moved underfoot and the waves around him were vast and vicious, the sea roiling around them like a mighty beast that could swallow them whole. It was nothing like travelling around the skies or dry land. The earth was solid beneath his feet, the sky was empty and impersonal. The sea was alive and wonderful and hungry and terrible and beautiful all at once.
Being surrounded by nothing but the ocean on all sides was both terrifying and the most incredible experience he’d ever had.
To both his and Wind’s delight, Wild didn’t seem to have the same difficulty adjusting to walking around at sea that their brothers did. Being stuck as the Aspect had its drawbacks, but unlike the rest of the Chain, who staggered and stumbled as they adjusted to the rolling movement of the ship beneath their feet, Wild was able to walk with ease.
It was pretty funny, really, seeing how his brothers kept tripping over their own feet. Wild quickly learned that the crew didn’t mind if he climbed the rigging and hung from it as long as he stayed out of their way, so he spent hours exploring the intricate web of ropes and nets. More often than not he found himself perched above the deck with only a thin rope to support him, laughing as yet another Chosen Hero of Hylia and Bearer of the Spirit of Courage faceplanted onto the ground.
His slate now had multiple pictures of his brothers falling over and frankly: he didn’t think it would ever get old.
All in all, being on the ship was pretty cool. Not least because he finally got to meet another Zelda.
Tetra was standing on deck when they climbed the gangplank onboard and greeted them with a grin and a wink. She was short, only a few inches taller than Wind, and walked with the confident swagger of someone who was comfortable in her own command. She and her crew seemed completely unruffled by Wild’s appearance and when Wind introduced him she just grinned and said ‘well damn, bucko, looks like you might have actually found a cool hero for once’.
“ I ’m cool!” Wind had protested, only for Tetra to fix him with a Look and snort.
Apparently neither she nor her crew would ever call Wind ‘cool’.
Honestly, Wild hadn’t been sure what to expect when meeting the other princesses. His own Zelda had heard nothing of her predecessors save for how perfect aand poised they were, that they had all unlocked their sealing powers and saved Hyrule, as was their duty. Artemis had been nice, but she had also been fearsome. In the short time he had spent with her, Wild couldn’t have really said that he’d gotten to know her beyond a surface level, but she certainly seemed like the elegant, unflappable princess that Zelda was always lectured about.
So even though Wind said his Zelda was a pirate, Wild had still half expected her to be a stern, duty-oriented woman who ran her ship with an iron fist.
Tetra was… not that. Like Wind, she was just a kid; Wild would be amazed if she had even hit fourteen. There was no hint of royal pretence or affectation with her, she was a pirate through and through. She laughed and she swore up a storm and she barked orders at her crew with a carefree grin. Tetra was a far cry from the dreary, duty bound picture that had been painted of the past princesses.
He smiled at that. After all this time and so much worry, he could say for certain that at least one of the Princesses of Ancient Times had been a loudmouthed teenager who swore up a storm and didn’t care to be told what to do. Something told him that his Zelda would love her.
He took several selfies with Tetra so that he could show her when he finally got home.
Today, however, was not a day for relaxing on the rigging and sunning himself in the morning heat. A storm had whipped up around then the ship was being tossed about like it was no more than a toy in a child’s bathtub, the sky dark and waves the size of houses smashing across the deck. Wild stepped above deck and froze in horror, convinced that they were facing imminent disaster.
He had never seen anything like it before. Rain was slamming down in sheets whipped almost horizontal by the wind and the sails flapped and strained at the rigging. Yes the boat was big and sturdy but it surely couldn’t survive such a maelstrom? Surely the sails would be torn to shreds, the waves would break through the hull? Wild had no idea how they had survived so far, how the almighty swell had not already torn them to pieces.
He yowled in alarm, looking around for someone to tell him what to do, to give him a job, but none of the crew seemed to be particularly concerned.
“Get below deck!” Tetra shouted to him over the sound of the storm as she caught some rigging in small, calloused hands. She was…smiling?
Wind turned to face him from where he was peering through his spyglass and gave him a thumbs up. “It’ll be fine, we’ve weathered worse storms than this in the past!” He called and made a shooing gesture. “Everyone else is in the cabin!”
Wild didn’t particularly like the idea of his little brother having been in a storm being worse than this, but he didn’t need telling twice. He squealed as he dashed below deck, out of the driving rain and slamming waves. The ship lurched beneath him and he was pretty sure that without his tail to support him, he would have fallen, even with his improved balance.
He found the Chain sitting in their large, shared cabin towards the aft of the ship. A few were trying to mend their clothes by the lamplight or read a book, but they were all clearly distracted by the ferocity of the storm, wincing at every lurch and creak and gust of wind. Warriors looked vaguely ill and Sky looked like he was about to throw up, having long since shoved the Master Sword as far from him as possible.
Wild grimaced. The Chosen Hero had previously confided that the Sword’s guidance didn’t really account for the movement of a ship, so it was a little nauseating to be fed information of a steady, stable room around him when he could feel the world moving under his feet. Wild could only imagine how sick he was feeling in the storm.
Time looked up from his book as Wild approached and smiled weakly, his face a little green. He gestured to the space beside him on his berth.
Wild rumbled joined him, just about managing to keep his balance as the ship crashed into another wave, the entire structure shuddering. He whined, his ears flattening against his skull.
“I know.” Time replied, his low voice comforting. “We don’t run into this kind of storm very often, thank the Three, but they do pop up now and then. It’ll be alright, Tetra’s crew know what they’re doing. They just don’t want us getting in the way.” he laughed. “Or getting washed overboard.”
Wild chuffed weakly, looking around at his brothers. Despite the obvious seasickness, none of them seemed actively concerned. Perturbed, perhaps, distracted, definitely, but worried? No.
Well, almost all of them seemed unconcerned. Legend sat as far away from the rest as he could, huddled in a corner with his cloak wrapped around him, his head buried in his knees. With the sharp hearing of the Aspect, Wild could hear his brother let out a small whine whenever the ship lurched and crashed. The Veteran was clearly not doing well. In fact, now that Wild thought about it he had never actually seen Legend go below deck unless absolutely necessary. He slept on the quarterdeck, bedroll spread out by the mizzen, and made excuses whenever the others went below to stay in the fresh air under the sky.
Wild hummed and inclined his head towards Legend. Time sighed.
“He doesn’t like sailing.” he said simply. “Storms make it worse.”
Wild hummed again. It was true: the Veteran hated storms, electric ones most of all. He put this newfound information beside what he already knew and let the result take shape in his mind. He didn’t like the conclusion. Wild grumbled and grimaced, standing and wandering over to where his brother crouched.
Hyrule was already sitting next to him, quietly sorting through his medicine bag and sending concerned glances Legend’s way. He looked up as Wild approached and smiled, shuffling some of his things out of the way to make room. Wild flopped down beside Legend, draping his tail across his brother’s legs and leaning his head onto his shoulder.
Legend started at the contact but Wild wasn’t about to stop there. He was a cat, after all, and from his experience whenever a cat decided to lie down on top of someone, there was nothing that anyone could do to stop them. And sure, Wild wasn’t really a cat but he had enough feline instincts and little-shit energy to make it work. He purred, shifting closer and burrowing his head against Legend’s arm.
Hyrule giggled. Legend lifted his head, one glittering eye visible beneath the cloak.
“Wild.” he whispered. “What the fuck?”
Wild took the opportunity to burrow in closer. Legend made a confused sound and tried to wriggle away, but it was no use. Not only was Wild significantly larger and heavier than him, he also had that feline ability to turn absolutely boneless and would not be moved unless he wanted to.
Legend whined, stuck underneath a pile of cat-man. “Wiiiild.” he moaned. “Come on, I’m not in the mood.”
Wild looked around and caught Hyrule’s eyes. The Traveller was laughing, which was good enough for him. Clearly Legend did not do well in storms, but Wild couldn’t think of anything worse for whatever stress he was feeling than sitting and stewing in it. Distraction time, babey!
The previous night when they had all been sitting out on deck and admiring the stars, the conversation had turned to who carried what in their packs. There were a few things that everyone had, of course: weapons, a bedroll, a waterskin, but from there everyone’s belongings varied wildly. Some heroes had a vast array of magic items while some had next to none at all. Some had several changes of clothes and spare jewellery while others barely had enough to swap one tunic for another.
One thing that the Chain had all agreed on, however, was that Legend was the biggest hoarder of the lot. The Veteran had been mildly outraged at this, pointing out that Wild had just as much stored in his slate as he did, if not more. Unfortunately for him, only Legend and Warriors had been there the day that Wild had dumped out all of his clothing, and neither Wars nor Wild were giving anything away.
The Chain were sceptical. Legend was indignant. Wild was deeply amused.
The conversation had ended with someone - Time, Wild thought - suggesting that the two of them both dump out all of their belongings and see, for once and for all, who was the biggest hoarder.
Legend had grimaced at the thought but agreed. Wild, deciding to drag this out longer purely so that he could annoy his brother, shrugged and waved him off.
Wild was glad of his earlier dallying now. It gave him the perfect excuse to bother his brother.
He rolled over onto Legends knees and pulled out his slate, waggling it in his face.
The Veteran blinked. “Wait, really? I didn’t think you wanted to-“
Wild shrugged and purred, pushing himself upright and looking around for Legend’s pack. Aha! There it was! Wild snatched it up and pushed it towards its owner.
The ship lurched. Legend grimaced and whined. “I don’t know if this is really the time-“ he began to say
Four, who had been following their exchange with vague amusement, snapped his book closed. “It’s absolutely the time.” He said, folding his arms. “It’ll take our minds off the storm.”
Hyrule nodded and signed something to Legend. Wild couldn’t really make out what he was saying, but it must have been convincing as the Veteran’s shoulders slumped and he sighed heavily.
“Fine, Rulie. If you say so.” he grumbled, lifting himself shakily from the floor and fiddling with the closure of his pack. “How are we going to do this? All at once?”
Warriors looked up at this, his seasickness apparently no competition for his need to keep things organised.
“Absolutely not.” he managed and then groaned, swallowing heavily and shuddering. “Ugh. No. We’ll do it in categories. Weapons first, then clothes and accessories.”
“Okay. Fine.” Legend sat down on his bunk and began to rummage in his pack. “Non-magical weapons first.”
Wild nodded, moving to his own berth and searching through his slate. As expected, he had far more mundane weapons in his inventory than magical. He pressed a button and let his collection of swords and shields and bows clatter to the bed in a pile. Spears and harpoons rolled onto the ground and across the room. Clubs and claymores stacked on top of each other. His favourite scimitars and scythes clattered together, and on top, his very best slappin’-ladle landed with a flourish.
Legend raised a single pink eyebrow at him. Wild shrugged, nonplussed. The rest of the Chain stared at his pile of weapons, alarm written over their faces.
Time cleared his throat. “Uh, Wild?”
Wild turned to him and purred pleasantly in question. Because he was a little shit, he also batted his eyes innocently for good measure.
Time looked at the slightly absurd pile of weapons again and shook his head. “You know what? Never mind.”
Wild hummed. He had known that he would lose this round; he was much more of a melee fighter than Legend, with his magic and spells. Then again, he wondered, was it really losing when he was proud of it?
Warriors smirked, still looking slightly ill but a little better now that he had a distraction. Beside him Sky still looked like he was about to die, but was listening with interest as Four quietly described what was going on.
“Next.” Warriors announced as they returned everything to their packs. “Magical artefacts and weapons.”
Legend rolled his eyes and began to empty out his bag. Magic rod after magic rod was laid out on his bed. Musical instruments and canes and keys and boxes joined them, along with boomerangs and seeds and feathers and bells.
Damn. Wild knew that the Vet had a lot of things, but he really was a hoarder. The items piled tall on his berth, threatening to spill over the edge, and even without any unusual sensitivity Wild could feel the magic radiating off of them.
He looked through his slate, frowning. After a moment’s thought, he set four magic staffs out, one each for water, fire, and ice, and one with a piece of a fallen star fused on top.
Huh. He didn’t even know he still had all of those. Neat.
He blinked at Legend. The Veteran rolled his eyes and scowled.
A point each, then. Cool! And Legend had been so focused on finding all of his magical items that he hadn’t even seemed to notice when the boat had lurched violently.
“Okay.” Warriors said as they finished packing their magic items away again. “I’m kind of afraid of this part, but… whatever. Might as well do it all at once. Jewellery, clothing, and accessories. Hyrule, you help Legend count his, Twi, you count Wild’s. I have a funny feeling it’s going to be close. Go!”
Wild sighed and flicked to his clothing inventory.
Whatever. It would be easier just to pour it all out at once and then count it. He pressed a button and then held the slate on its side, pouring out a waterfall of clothes onto the ground. To his amusement, Legend seemed to be doing something similar with his pack.
Their piles seemed very similar in height, and both were liberally decorated with glittering ornaments.
Wild picked up a piece of his jewellery and then grabbed a tunic and shoved it at Twilight. He hoped his meaning was clear: I’ll do the accessories, you do the clothes. Twi gave a thumbs up and sat cross legged on the floor, pulling out a notepad and pencil and starting a tally. When Wild rumbled, he laughed and tore a page off, passing it to him along with a pencil.
Right, time to get down to it. Wild began sorting through his assorted jewellery and accessories. He hadn’t thought that he owned very much, but now that he thought about it he did visit Starlight Memories in Gerudo fairly frequently. He just couldn’t resist going back and commissioning more every time he was in the area. It even had the benefit of being useful! He now had circlets, necklaces, earrings, and bracelets, all inlaid with every type of stone imaginable. Not to mention that he just liked some of the more pretty things. Golden hair clasps decorated with colourful enamel, belts that looked like they were woven of spun gold. And then there was all the jewellery that came with the Zonai outfits…
So yeah, he had a lot of accessories.
Still, he was getting through them pretty fast in comparison to Legend, who had taken a similar tact to Wild and was sorting through his millions of rings by himself. Wild chuckled at the sight of him surrounded by piles of jewellery,but he knew he had no right to say anything. While Wild may have had fewer accessories than the veteran, when it came to clothes?
Well, it would definitely be close.
He busied himself going through his collection of earrings, deliberately ignoring how Twilight snorted with laughter when he came across the miner’s top. Well, at least it was clearly too small for him to wear. Hopefully the Rancher would just assume it was a deeply weird gift and leave it at that.
Now where were his sapphire earrings…
Wild was pulled out of his thoughts by the sound of a clicking by his ear. He turned to see Twilight snapping his fingers at him, his expression incredulous. In one hand he was holding a heavy green tunic, made of dark wool and clearly far too small to fit Wild. The tunic seemed to be lightly covered in some sort of animal hair.
Oh.
Oh shit.
Wild had never considered that he might have to explain why he had exact replicas of everyone in the Chain’s clothing.
Oops.
Wild shrugged, spreading his hands wide and trying to look sheepish. Twilight blinked at him, apparently unsatisfied. He turned and snapped again to get the rest of the room’s attention, waving the top at them, too.
Four squinted. “Is that your tunic?”
Twilight signed something, obviously explaining that he had found it in Wild’s things.
Ah, shit. How was he supposed to explain that he had just found it buried underground?
Warriors took it from the Rancher, running his hands over the fabric. “It feels old. Like it’s nearly worn out. It’s completely threadbare in places, and look here, it’s like there’s some sort of enchantment. Hey Vet, come look at this.”
Grumbling, Legend winced as the ship crashed into another wave but obediently took the tunic in hand. “Oh, yeah.” he said, narrowing his eyes. “I see what you mean. There’s an enchantment on it to stop it from decaying, like you’d see in a museum. Wild, was this passed down to you or something? Like, as a Hero thing?”
Or something was about right. Oh, well, he supposed it was a close enough guess. Easier to just agree than to try and explain that he had found it buried in a layer of gloom filled darkness beneath Hyrule on the instructions of ancient treasure maps from the sky.
That would just sound crazy, even if he could talk.
Wild nodded and held a finger up for them to wait. He rummaged around in the pile and found Twilight’s cap and trousers to match, tossing them over to the Rancher.
Twilight blinked and then signed, which Time obligingly translated.
“ Okay I know I should be honoured and all that shit but… who in the hell stole my clothes? ”
Wild snorted and shrugged again. Sky laughed weakly from where he was still clutching his stomach.
“I’m with Twi.” the Chosen Hero chimed in. “Why would anyone want your stinky old cast offs? Or anyone’s, for that matter?”
Oh is that how it is? Well then, Wild had more where that came from.
Rumbling, he began to search through his pile of clothes, pulling out all of the sets that he had found in the depths labelled as being ‘of’ a past hero. Honestly, he’d largely forgotten about their existence. He never wore them and had been meaning to give them to Zelda, as she would surely know more about preserving historical artefacts than he did.
He threw the Armor of Time set at its namesake, raising an eyebrow and snorting at the white leggings. He’d never actually seen Time wear an outfit quite like this, but he had no doubt from the look on the old man’s face that he recognised it.
“Damn, Old Man!” Legend laughed, completely ignoring how the boat shifted under him in favour of his favourite pastime: mocking Time. “Go on, put them on! Bet those pants really show off your legs.”
Time groaned, but Wild wasn’t done. Given that Sky was currently not holding the Master Sword and wouldn’t know to catch a bundle of clothes flung in his direction, instead Wild rumbled to show he was approaching and passed his brother a very familiar outfit.
Sky frowned, running his hands over embroidery that was far older and more worn than he was used to, but nonetheless familiar. He shook his head in amazement.
“But I’m thousands of years before Twilight and Time? How could it even be possible to keep my things?”
Wild shrugged, doing his best to make a whine that got across ‘I dunno’ for his brother’s benefit. He turned to Hyrule and raised an eyebrow. Hyrule looked up to him in confusion and then pointed uncertainly at himself.
Ugh. Dammit, Rulie, yes you! As if the Traveller wasn’t Hero enough for some creep to mysteriously preserve his clothes underground for millennia! They really were going to have to work on his self esteem issues. Anyway, that wasn’t what Wild had been getting at. He looked down and poked Hyrule in the leg, pinching his worn, roughspun trousers, heavily patched and darned where they had been damaged in the past. Wild tilted his head in question, whining?
Legend snorted. “Oh I see where this is going. Hey Rulie, did you ever wear any pants that weren’t plain and sensible?”
For a second, Hyrule frowned in confusion. Then his eyes widened and he turned the colour of a tomato, shaking his head frantically. Wild laughed and pulled out the set of clothes that had been recorded as the Armour of the Hero . First the tunic, then the cap. So far, so sensible. The Traveller didn’t have much in the way of sartorial frivolity, and his clothing was uniformly modest and practical.
Except. Wild triumphantly pulled out the garment that had been generously named the ‘ Trousers of the Hero ’. Honestly, even calling them the ‘ Shorts of the Hero ’ would have been a stretch. They were the bootiest of booty shorts. When worn with the tunic they weren’t even visible. Wild could only imagine what Hyrule would have looked like, running around in them.
Hyrule’s eyes, if possible, widened even further. Legend crowed in delight. Time burst into laughter. Warriors snorted so hard Wild was worried for a second that he would fall over. Four let out a delighted squeal and hurried to tell Sky what they were seeing.
Twilight grabbed the shorts from Wild’s hands and held them up against himself, dancing across the room and laughing. He paused and tucked them under one arm to sign something to Hyrule that had the Traveller flushing almost purple and burying his head in his hands.
It was Four who translated for Wild and Sky’s benefit. “He said ‘Damn, Traveller, you could crack a nut in these things!’” the Smith snorted as Hyrule peeked back up at them through his fingers.
Twilight danced past him again and Hyrule made an attempt to snatch them from his hands, but Legend got there first.
“Now, Hyrule.” the Veteran giggled. “These are valuable, historical booty shorts. We need to protect them. Make sure they live on forever.” he tossed them back to Wild, who purred in thanks and stashed them safely back in his slate.
“What else do you have?” Time asked, finally getting his laughter under control enough to speak.
Wild hummed and pulled out both the green tunic set belonging to Wind and the replica of his lobster shirt. The others made the required sounds of interest, but he knew what they really wanted. More blackmail material.
Wild looked straight into legend’s eyes. Legend swallowed. “Wait, me? Okay, hang on, what exactly is it? Because I got a lot of outfits on my journeys and I didn’t choose a lot of them-”
Wild cut him off by tossing him over the tunic and, yes, another pair of white leggings. Legend flushed. Time cried out and pointed.
“And you laughed at me? You dirty hypocrite!”
Wild wasn’t done. He rummaged around, but it didn’t take long to find it. It was massive, after all.
He didn’t know why the Mask of Awakening existed. Unlike the rest of the AncientHheroes’ gear, it clearly had not ever been worn by any of his predecessors. It wasn’t armour. It wasn’t practical. It was even a little insulting.
It was a massive - absolutely massive - spherical papier mache head, painted to resemble what was unmistakably a cartoonish version of Legend’s signature scowl. He and Zelda had spent hours trying to figure out why such a thing would even exist - although now that Wild had met Ravio, he couldn’t help but wonder if it was something that the Merchant would have found funny.
Wild giggled to himself and jammed the mask onto his head. He straightened and turned to face the Chain.
“Oh sweet Hylia.” Legend gasped, stumbling backwards. “What in the name of Faroe, Din, Nayru, and Hylia’s sagging left tit is that thing?”
The others looked delighted. Hyrule was starry eyed and delighted, his embarrassment fading in the face of the ridiculous mask. Time’s eye had gone so wide with delight that Wild thought his other one might open to join it. Four was excitedly describing the mask to Sky, who looked delighted.
“Wild.” Warriors choked through his laughter, “Where the hell did you get that? Legend, tell me you actually own this, please .”
Legend shook his head in horror. “What - No! Absolutely not! Wild, what the fuck ?”
Wild cackled, the sound reverberating through the mask. Twilight grabbed at the mask and rapped on it, while Time shook his head, grinning.
“I mean.” The Old Man chuckled. “I can see the resemblance.”
Legend squawked indignantly while Hyrule jumped to his feet, reaching out and signing. Wild didn’t need a translation - he could tell his brother wanted to try the mask on.
He nodded and pulled the mask.
It did not come off.
He tried again.
It shifted a bit, but stuck on his head.
Oh, shit.
The mask had been made to be worn by a hylian, and Wild very much was not a hylian. His head was the wrong shape, his jaw too long. It had been a little awkward to get it on, sure, but it felt completely impossible to take off.
For fuck’s sake. He couldn’t believe this. He was stuck in another piece of armour?
Wild pulled again, but the mask stayed where it was. He whined. Through the eye holes of the mask he could see Hyrule looking at him with concern while behind him, Legend’s mortified face began to brighten in delight.
“Wild.” the veteran asked coyly, as Wild gave up all pretence that he was fine and began tugging at the mask and mewling. “Wild are you… stuck?”
Wild moaned and sat down on the ground, bracing his back against the wall and lifting his legs to press his feet against the mask. He pushed. It didn’t move.
Legend cackled. “Yes! Yes, this is wonderful! This is fantastic! You deserve this!”
Wild whined and turned to Twilight for help.
The Rancher was laughing too hard to be of any use. Four was too busy telling Sky what was happening and Sky was too busy convulsing with laughter. Warriors could have helped, but point blank refused because it was too funny.
That left just Time and Hyrule. Time, because no matter how entertaining he found the situation, he was unfortunately the designated adult in the room, and Hyrule because he was too nice to leave someone stuck in a giant papier mache ball, no matter how delighted he was.
The two of them still had to keep stopping in their attempts to pull it off because of how hard they were laughing.
Wild didn’t particularly see what was so funny, and pushed harder.
The mask was not moving.
Wild braced himself against one of the berths and pulled his body back while his two brothers yanked on the mask. He could feel it digging into his jaw, but it wasn’t coming off.
Shit.
Nearby the door to the room swung open and Wind walked in, beaming. In his panic, Wild had completely missed that the storm had abated.
Wind paused where he stood, his smile frozen on his face as he took in his brothers, five bent double laughing on the ground, two pulling at a massive papier mache mask, one desperately trying to shove it off. He looked at the mask, its painted scowl, its ludicrous size.
He blinked.
“Wild?” he laughed. “What the hell is that on your head?”
Wild looked up, hoping to find someone else to help him. Instead, he was greeted with a big flash as the sailor whipped out his pictobox and snapped a photo, cackling.
He whined, slumping down where he sat.
Well, he had fucked around, he supposed. And now, he really had found out.
He would never live this down.