Link x Midna collection

Just Remember The Pictures

By shatteredpetal on ao3

Link shivered in his tunic, wrapping his arms around his knees and sinking his chin. Damn it, he should have worn extra layers! Common sense would have told him it was cold in the North. This place was bloody freezing and if he weren't moving around so much, Link wouldn't have lasted very long.

By the time he retrieved the second Mirror Shard from Snowpeak Ruins (after suffering huge amount of doting from the peculiar couple who lived there), Link's toes and hands were numb and he was so cold it no longer hurt.

Yet as much as the boy felt freezing, it was even worse for Midna. Gods knew if she was actually wearing anything else other than the tightly fitted black clothing. The Fused Shadows she constantly wore wouldn't do much good for keeping in the warmth from her head, and Link didn't think his shadow offered much heat either.

Due to the fact it was night time, Link had found shelter in a tiny cave and attempted to create a fire with what little wood he could find and scraping two rocks together he found conveniently in his pockets.

The Gods were clearly on his side because it didn't take long for the spark to catch the wood. Soon a small, but wild fire was burning and Link greedily hurried into the light, absorbing as much heat as possible.

Half an hour later, Link was warmer and Midna decided to appear from his shadow, very keen to near the fire.

Both were silent while the male peeled off his top. To Midna's surprise he ended up passing it to her.

'This should keep you warm... er.'

He was aware Midna was reluctant to appear vulnerable, but in a time like this she would have to be foolish to turn down such a gracious offer. Soon she was completely buried in the top, and had to remove her headgear to actually resurface from the loop. Sometimes Link forgot how tiny she was.

In personality, Midna was quite big and even intimidating, not to mention frightening in her own way. Link wondered if she had always been so in control of everything, or if it was natural. Or maybe he was just weak and she could throw him around easily.

I'm not weak, he mentally told himself.

Now tucked in his tunic, Midna actually looked very sweet.

Well–– she was sweet.

Sometimes.

More of a strange-sort-of-cute. Either way, Link had grown to appreciate her interesting appearance and even enjoy her company. Her snappy and rather bitter attitude, not mainly directed at him anymore, was amusing and whatever snarky comment she made usually kept him happy.

In truth, whenever they were together he tended to forget she was indeed an imp. Midna was extremely human in her own right, and easy to communicate with. Plus she had the brains, and Link needed brains.

Fused Shadows removed, Link inspected her and she looked surprisingly different without it. Her hair was a dark red, a colour he hadn't observed before, and it spiked upwards. Quite like a crown––

Link flinched when a piece of wood was thrown at his face.

'Oi, peabrain!'

'Hm?'

'I'm talking to you. Quit staring at me.'

'... Oh. What were you saying?'

For a second he wondered if she would berate him, but then she decided to let it pass. 'The next Mirror Shard. I planned a route for us to reach there.'

Link stared at her blankly.

'In my head. We need your map which you conveniently lost.'

'I dropped it.'