you're taller. how fucking dare you.
“Tune!” Link hears someone yell and, even though it’s been almost two years since he’s heard that name said by that voice, he still recognises it on the spot.
He turns, peering around the armful of supplies he’s holding. There’s a young man in green with a familiar blue scarf approaching them at high speed, just barely below a sprint.
“Din’s tits.” Tetra says from beside Link, baffled.
“You’re seeing this too?” Link asks, and sees her nod out of the corner of his eye.
The Captain skids to a stop in front of them, out of breath, and grins as bright as the sun. “Ha! We found you!”
“How in Cyclos’ damned name are you here?” Link replies, awed, all but dropping the equipment in his arms. The closed crates clatter to the ground, missing the toes of his boots by inches.
“L-long story.” The Captain pants. “Holy shit, you both got taller.”
“That is how the passage of time works.” Tetra immediately counters, a smirk on her face.
The Captain snorts, loud and undignified, and shakes his head, studying them both “How long has it been for both of you?”
“About two years.” Link answers, looking him over as well.
It’s hard to tell but he thinks the Captain looks a bit older. Not by much but just enough to suggest that time had passed. And, way more importantly, Link definitely got taller over the past two years! He comes up to the Captain’s shoulders now.
Ha, that’s a clear sign that Link absolutely will outgrow him. That’s what the Captain gets for spending the entire war teasing him and Mask with stupid shit like ‘What’s the weather down there like?’
Well, his fun and games are all over now because Link is definitely going to have the last laugh!
“The sword is new.” The Captain eyes the Phantom Sword on Link’s back, a displeased frown tugging at the side of his mouth. “Second quest?”
“Second quest.” Tetra agrees with a dismissive wave of her hand. She squints back at him and teasingly points out, “You don’t look that old yet.”
“Thanks.” The Captain rolls his eyes. “Your concern for my life is very touching.”
“Well, you’re not dead at least.” Link offers, already ducking under the Captain’s retaliating swat that's aimed for the back of his head.
Despite his reaction, the Captain still looks fond. Link needs to tease him about that too: Captain Link, tactician and war hero extraordinaire, has gone soft.
“I do need to speak with you for a second, Tune, before he gets here.” There’s an almost tense edge to his voice, which doesn’t exactly bode well given Link’s past experiences with that tone.
Link frowns. “Who are you—”
“Warriors!” A new voice calls. They both turn to see a man striding towards them. He’s older than the Captain with shiny plate armour and interesting tattoos on one side of his face that Link can't quite make out from a distance.
Link squints at him. There’s… something about him, something that pings in the back of Link’s mind.
“Oh boy.” The Captain – Warriors, Link guesses, though that’s a pretty shit name if it’s really what he’s going by – mumbles under his breath, then waves at the man. “Over here, Time! I found him!”
Time’s face brightens – who’s picking these names they’re horrible – as he smiles, stopping beside them. He looks at Link and his smile turns smug. “Tune! I told you I was going to be taller than you.”
What? Link’s nose scrunches up. What the fuck is that supposed to mean?
Warriors smacks a hand to his forehead with a near-silent groan, but says nothing. Link peers up at Time’s face. Shit those tattoos are very vivid. And familiar. Why… does he recognise them?
He’s seen that pattern before. He knows that pattern, WHAT?!
Link splutters and points an accusing finger at Time, furious. “Mask!? When did you get old?! WHEN DID YOU GET TALL?!”
Mask—Time—whatever-his-name-is throws his head back and laughs, somehow managing to retain that smug grin all the while.
“How do you think I feel?” Warriors grumbles in quiet commiseration, his hand still pressed against his forehead.
“I DON’T CARE ABOUT YOU!” Link yells, waving his hands madly. “HE’S TALLER THAN ME!”
Damn every goddess Link can think of. And he’d just celebrated that he was pretty sure he would be taller than the Captain too WHAT THE FUCK?!
“I’m taller than both of you.” Time agrees cheerfully, still looking way too smug.
Link literally has to glare up at him – fuck, he hates that there’s this much of a height difference, Mask is such a DICK – and crosses his arms. “I hate you. How old are you? You look ancient.”
“Older than you.” Time replies instantly, meeting Link’s gaze head-on and completely ignoring his insult.
Link studies him again, this time from a tactical angle rather than a general glance. He thinks, pondering the scheme forming in his mind over for a moment.
… You know what, yeah. He’s pretty confident that he can easily go for Mask’s knees, just like he used to. Mask looks old enough to have forgotten about that trick.
There will be absolutely no consequences for doing this. Link’s got this in the bag; Mask is gonna feel his wrath.
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