Hmm… SS OST is good chilling and writing music. I can't take myself seriously when I write slang. XD

Anyway, tanks to Snowsheba for letting me borrow the core idea for this. I do not own LoZ.

Life had not been treating him well. Not for the longest time. First, he'd been orphaned at an early age, but not so early he didn't have a few clear memories of his parents and of the misery their death had brought. Then life had been okay for a while, after he'd recovered from the trauma, the entire village of Ordon had taken pity on him and decided to take care of him, find out what he was good at (anything physical, apparently), and chipped in to buy him Epona. But then everything had started to go bad again.

The kids, and Ilia, had been kidnapped and he'd been turned into a wolf, and met a strange little imp who insisted on riding on him, and he'd had to battle weird monsters in sewer with a chain around his wrist in an utterly foreign place. The only upside was that he'd gotten to meet Princess Zelda, and that was only an upside because she was pretty and hadn't tried to ride him or demand that she get him out of there.

And then, when he finally turned human again, he had to save Hyrule, which meant he had to battle altogether too many monsters. Well, he was given a chance to just say "Screw this, I am not saving the world for you! Find someone else!", but that wouldn't have been pretty, as he seriously doubted anyone would have stepped up. Besides, he just knew he could never look the villagers in the eyes again if he just abandoned the children like that.

Moving on, after just having the thought that, ah, he was nearly done saving the world, he got turned into a wolf for good and Midna nearly died! He'd become fond of the imp. And then Zelda (who was still very pretty and whom he was not going to call Princess) sacrificed herself to heal same imp.

How was he supposed to save a dissipated princess?

Then he became human again, which was great, and got a handsome new (holy old) sword. Then he killed some more monsters. Zelda came back (how the hell had Ganondorf suspended her body above the throne, he'd seen her disappear!) and helped in the final battle.

Then Midna went back to the Twilight Realm, which had been... painful, sad. After that, Zelda had asked him to put the Master Sword back where it belonged and figure out what he wanted to do next and keep in mind that she owed him a favour big time (her words, to his surprise). He'd done just that, quite happily, relieved to be free of the responsibility and trouble the Sword represented.

But that's when life started getting nasty. He'd barely taken three steps out of the Master Sword's resting place, when a familiar bone-shifting pain and darkened vision struck him. Next thing he knew, he stood on four paws, staring down the length of his muzzle.

The smart thing to do would probably have been to backtrack, pick up the Sword, and explain the circumstances to Zelda.

Instead, he panicked. He let out a loud yelp of fear and started running, like all the beasts of Hell and their mothers were snapping at his tail, straight to Castle Town and through the castle gates before anyone had much time to do anything besides yelp in surprise. In hindsight, he was honestly amazed at his stamina, being able to keep top speed all the way.

He'd run straight for the throne room, where Zelda's scent was the strongest. He'd slid to a stop in front of her and had started yapping at her to get her to understand the severity of the situation.

He'd only managed to scare everyone in the room except Zelda, who had lost all composure and just started laughing. That more than anything, he suspected, was why the guards hadn't attacked him. Between a monster going bonkers in the throne room and the princess laughing herself to stitches, the latter was closer to a sign of the apocalypse.

Nevertheless, it had hurt his ego.

The ever-mysterious princess had, through her mysterious way, read his mind and figured out what had happened. After calming the guards, mysteriously, she had ordered Link to follow her in the tone one might use when speaking to a dog. To her mysterious study they went.

She had said she couldn't allow him to keep the Master Sword, even though that seemed the only way for him to stay human.

So now he was stuck as a wolf most of the time, unless it struck Zelda that she wanted him human, or the monster infestation in one place or another (apparently, the bulblins hadn't gotten the memo saying their leaders were dead) was too heavy for him to handle in wolf-form and the guards… Well, they were snivelling cowards, anyway, sending them on such a mission would end in fatalities. The wrong ones.

It did have the pleasant side-effect that the citizens of Hyrule (notably Castle Town) became less frightened of the Princess' tame wolf with the human eyes.

Not that he liked being referred to as anyone's tame anything. Although he didn't mind the treats…

Or the extra large cushion-beds (cushions on a stand, to keep the floor from sucking the heat from it) Zelda had ordered made for him to place in whatever area he would be a lot… Which translated to wherever she often was (and one in Kakariko, to his surprise), except for her bedroom, although there was one in front of her door.

He had, at first, resented the treatment. Until Zelda read his mind (he really suspected that was what she did, as she always addressed an issue he was thinking about) and said the alternative was him sleeping on the floor wherever he wanted and risk the guards' deciding he was too feral. Besides, she appreciated his company and the sense of security it inspired.

He knew she was flattering him, and she knew it worked. Damn her.

"You know you love me," she said without looking up from her work, but unable to contain a small, mysterious smile.

Damn her.

I don't really want to end here, but I can't think of anything else… Maybe I will start a collection in this AU. Whenever inspiration strikes.

Please review and tell me what you liked/disliked. ^_^