Who: Midna & Zelda What: The Mirror of Twilight appears, in pieces When: Early this morning Where: Princess HQ, then the Twilight Realm Rating/Warnings: Low Status: Complete!
It had been awhile since Midna had that dream. The very end, leaving the ones she’d come to care for and putting any potential reunion in the hands of the goddesses - smashing the Mirror of Twilight, however, was her way of ensuring that she wouldn’t be tempted by distractions as she rebuilt her own very broken kingdom. Zant had cursed and changed them all, not just physically - but the Twili people came first, and in Midna’s view, they had suffered enough. Now that she had redeemed herself in the eyes of the goddessess, then perhaps she could also work to make things right within her home - her people didn’t have to suffer, driven mad by the shadows and the perpetual darkness. They could forge their own path, and become strong again as they had when banished the first time - she just needed to be there for them, as a guiding hand.
The Mirror of Twilight was also not the only way to travel between worlds, so there was that to keep in mind as a sliver of hope for the future. Hadn’t Zant managed somehow, despite not having an intact relic? Potentially, since he had siphoned some of his abilities from the Triforce of Power, which Midna wielded now, travel back and forth was connected to the very potent magic of that triangle marking. One day, maybe she’d find out.
When she awakened, the smell of fresh paint and breeze filtering in through the cracked windows tickling her nose (her and Zelda and Impa were fixing up a new house to live in, and Midna was actually excited to vacate her shoebox of an apartment) she just knew something was weird. Good thing she didn’t get up right away, because when she shifted on the mattress and looked over the edge, she saw very sharp shards of that circular mirror littering the floor.
That very infamous mirror.
“Uhhh.” Blink, blink. Well, great. Her last dream gift had been the Fused Shadow pieces, and she thought that was the end of the OC’s generosity. But obviously it decided to give her an actual puzzle to put back together again, how nice of it.
No, Zelda wasn’t too far behind her when it came to batting those lashes open, sleepy blue eyes adjusting to morning light. It was something to get used to, really, waking up to another house - even if she and Impa did a lot of shifting through the States during their fugitive years, none of them had been this nice, this big.
Limbs stretched out underneath the blankets, the princess dressed in nothing much - cotton panties with some bright heart prints (such a professional business woman) and a tank top. Lazy mornings were scarce these days with all the undergoing preparations, and she was very much prepared to wrap around the tall and slender shadowy-half, until there was a very concerned Uhhhh that did away with the grogginess.
And replaced it with a little curiosity and a little dread.
“Please tell me it can’t kill us,” was the first thing she croaked out, and she hadn’t even looked yet. Zelda crawled on top of Midna to take a peek at the floor, and - “Oh. That’s - what’s that doing here??”
A question that’ll always remained unanswered.
No, it wouldn’t kill them - at the very most, it would confuse the ever-loving hell out of them, but Midna would take that over death. Again. She’d dreamed of enough close calls and the actual snuffing out of the light more than she cared to think about - stupid Ganon, may he rot in some pit filled with piranhas and kitten’s blood. “I remember we had to basically go all over the world to find the rest of the shards,” she laughed, a throaty sound since Midna was still half asleep; she had to wipe at her eyes to clear the crust, how sexy. “And now they just appear on the floor. How sweet.”
Her own pajamas weren’t anything substantial, just a black lace-trimmed silky shorts-and-top combo, and those shorts could barely be called that - because they barely covered her glorious Twili bum. Still, she hopped out of bed after throwing the covers back and began to gather the pieces, placing them all together in a circle. Loosely. They needed to be fused, obviously, but that was where magic came in.
“I’m not sure I want to do anything with it though.” As usual, Midna was hesitant about ‘waking up’ that mark on her hand.
“That’s a relic from your kingdom, and up to you,” Zelda said, planting her feet against the cold hardwood floor once it was clear. “You can keep the pieces the way they are. Or assemble them, and make the entire thing complete. But if you do...”
The next question would be would it work? The Mirror of Twilight served as a bridge between shadow and light, though her ancestors had used it as a way to punish the worst of the criminals. It was how Ganondorf came to Zant. Separate, the shards had a power of their own. It wasn’t like any other item either of them received - these pieces had power, and the mirror whole could potentially take them into a completely different world.
Midna’s world.
Hair was pushed behind those elven ears - glamour wasn’t necessary in the confines of their own home - and sighed, a bit worried. “It came to you for a reason.”
Nerves felt like butterflies and sharp splinters of ice in her gut simultaneously. But Midna could do this, couldn’t she? The Mirror of Twilight was so important to her history, to her whole kingdom - having it here as a potential way to cross realms also added a thrill. “I just...I want to see the world I come from,” she said, unable to keep the excitement from her voice. “It’ll be like going home again. And we both could go, couldn’t we?”
Zelda, with her own piece of the Triforce, could travel to the realm of perpetual twilight and retain her form. Midna was sure of it.
She chewed her lip, thinking. An important component of getting the mirror to work was the portal stone - actually a somewhat large monolith, that lit up with the Twilight markings (the same design that flashed and formed on the ground, when she created portals to split open) and shined to reveal ancient Hylian texts the more light hit it. But she didn’t exactly notice the monolith here - and it was hard to miss.
“We just need a sheer surface. I think it’ll work that way, even without the portal stone.”
It was the reason why she was able to keep her form during Zant’s invasion of her kingdom, that handy piece of the Triforce. Its power crackled under her skin, carefully controlled, and also served as an enhancement to previous gifts - though it didn’t help with the spontaneous visions, but she supposed the literal gift of foresight was a dangerous gift if properly harnessed; her powers came with the ability for timestream manipulation, and temptation would be strong if she saw certain things.
But Zelda didn’t see the problem with assembling it. Maybe they could make some kind of modern mirror chamber for it, or make it safe enough to have it in the open - like a piece of decor? Assuming nothing would trigger the world-hopping function.
“You know I’d love to see it,” she smiled, head cocked while she examined the shards from where she was. Markings and lines. “I caught a glimpse of what it could look like while I was held hostage in a tower, like some Disney princess.” Sans the mile-long hair for her saviors to climb on. Nope, instead they arrived in the form of an imp and wolf with pierced ears by hopping from roof to roof. “I’m sure it’s moot saying the obvious but we just...have to be careful about it. Guard it, put some kind of protection magic over it.”
In case of, well, anything.
“It’s beautiful,” Midna sighed, and she was filled with such an appreciation for her homeland. Truly, it was - perhaps grotesque and depressing to some, but to her and the rest of her people, it was a serene world. That haze which gave the place a certain sort of gothic loveliness, it instilled a peacefulness within her. “The Palace of Twilight is right at the heart of things. I only want to see it once, and then come back.”
She had no desire to stay, no desire to make a new home in a whole other realm - this was her home, here, Orange County. Not some parallel dimension. But there was nothing wrong with appreciating other parts of who you were - and the Twilight Princess, that was a big part of her identity.
Now that she had all the pieces, she considered them. “I can put up a barrier, to guard it,” she said. “Once it’s forged, I mean. And we can build something to keep it in. Like a glass display case. The reflection of light, when the mirror is activated, will show the floor plate we’ll need.” Stepping on that plate would create stairways, a set of them leading to a platform that was the entrance to the parallel dimension. A little complicated, but Midna would ensure nothing would trip up the realm-hopping mechanism. Even if it did, someone would have to climb the stairs and step onto the platform - and no one would get close enough to.
At any rate, she’d put something in front of the mirror anyway. A cage of magic.
All that sounded like a plan. Best to take as many precautions with something this delicate, this powerful - many of their material gifts held some kind of ability dangerous in the wrong hands, and it was their responsibility to protect it. Zelda stood off the bed, arms crossed, and went beside her blue-skinned lover. “It’ll be an interesting trip,” she mused. “Do you think the realm will be empty, though? We’re not opening a potential Pandora’s Box, are we?”
To be fair it’d be the first time they’d travel to a different realm, in a different world - she wasn’t sure if it was a feat accomplished by others, nor did she know what to exactly expect but she prided herself in practicality and caution. She hoped all there was on the other side was merely Twilight, and not some cruel cosmic joke from the sages. What they’d done with the Mirror in the past, the history it served in Hyrule, it wasn’t something she was proud of. A realm full of people shouldn’t be used as a criminal dumpster for all of the Light World’s rejects.
On the flip side, Midna also wasn’t proud of what led to her people being banished in the first place - they’d endured, they’d made the best of a crappy situation, but it just goes to show that being power-hungry never really got you anywhere but a criminal dumpster in the very end. Sucked that generations upon generations had to pay the price for something their ancestors did, and also sucked that all of the animosity created such a rift between the two worlds - but who knew what the future held. That was something they could be helpful about on their own; Zelda didn’t need to have visions about it.
“I’m...not sure,” she admitted, admiring the shards, all their intricate details. Then she moved to find actual clothes to wear - after giving Zelda’s heart-covered bum a dainty pat, of course. “I doubt it’ll be empty. I think it’ll be like I dreamed of - before everyone was cursed, I mean. It’ll be that serene sort of existence that we’ve all become accustomed to. I’m going to assume it’ll be peaceful too.”
Well, that was what she would pray to the goddesses for - if she were the praying type. Mostly she just settled for let’s hope it doesn’t kill us as she brushed her teeth at the sink, and spat. If she was going to use magic to fuse the pieces together she wanted a fresh and clean mouth for it.
Ohhhh, yes, the practice of being clothed. Necessary when it came to traveling between realms - panties and top wouldn’t do. While Midna hogged the bathroom, Zelda cracked the bedroom door open to yell down the hall. “Impa! We’re going to be gone for a little bit - we’re going to try hopping to another realm!”
Her reply from the other room was instantaneous. “Will you be back home for dinner?? I’m cooking lamb!”
“Yes, ma’am!” And really, that was all the communication necessary between parties. By now Impa wasn’t a stranger to this place, and someday hoped to maybe get a glimpse of this world the princesses saw in their dreams - she knew about her role as the Shadow Sage, and was ready for her own set of powers. But the girls were more than able of taking care of themselves when it came to situation of the magical variety. There wasn’t much the overprotective nanny could do beside make sure there was food on the table and alcohol in their glasses by the time they returned.
Clothes stripped, she redressed into skinny jeans, worn tennis shoes and a sweatshirt. If things got iffy, she’d glamour into her Sheikah garbs. “Are you...nervous? Seeing your land and all.”
Oh, Impa. Midna had to snort a laugh, because the woman was kind of awesome. At least they knew they’d have lamb when they returned from the Twilight Realm! Once she was all set, meaning clothed (comfortingly worn jeans, a black top, leather jacket with a chunky gold belt to hold up those jeans - she was channeling the Bandidos, apparently) and had twisted her lava locks into a ponytail, she paused to take a deep breath.
“A little,” she admitted. “But I think it’ll be good. Like you said, it came to me for a reason.”
There was a smart, glass coffee table they could use as a makeshift monolith - so Midna made it work, placing the pieces of the mirror onto the surface. “Ready?” Her grin was wolfish and excited, because this wasn’t exactly death and destruction - it was an actual gift, these shards.
And those shards began to fuse together - the same time as the Triangle marking on her hand glimmered and glowed; the pieces twisted in the air and, like magnets, moved toward each other on a perfect trajectory. Then clink, they all slotted into place, one after the other. As soon as they were together the entire mirror glowed too - a pure, white light. Midna was mesmerised by it, by how warm and soothing it was.
“Not how I expected a lazy morning,” she chuckled, mirroring her grin. “But I wouldn’t have it any other way.” Zelda meant it, too. Like their respective pieces of the sacred relic, this was big - a window to another world, another home for the Twilight Princess. To simply know it was there for even a visit must be comforting in itself, and it didn’t hurt to be assured of what exactly was on the other side.
There it went, the fusion, the rush of power - her senses were lit, giving a shudder and a rise of goosebumps. It was one thing to see the shards the way they were, another to see them come to life, radiating an ancient and arcane energy. It felt a little odd, to not have Link around for this. He’d been a constant in their dreams and a figure she missed - even if he was a man (or boy in some versions) of little words - but he’d been the one going back and forth between light and shadow, as if he was a living connection between realms himself.
Zelda’s hand went to grab hers and tightly squeeze. The triangle on her hand glimmered gold in preparation, and pulsed against her skin like a heartbeat. “I’ll follow your lead.”
The mirror was a projector, emitting light onto the makeshift portal stone - in turn, that created the plate comprised of what looked like moonbeams; they were silvery and also glowed, an intricate design which looked similar to those tribal markings - everything was connected, somehow. And everything always came from something.
“Step onto the plate, then follow the stairs - once we get to the top, we’ll reach the platform and it’ll warp us to the Twilight Realm.” In theory.
Her hand felt tingly, as Midna held onto Zelda - like the triangle marking which was embedded so deeply in their skin, their very being, was the thing that made the two of them magnets too. In a sense, it sort of was - two of the three pieces of the Triforce, light and shadow, two sides of the same coin. Romantic.
Midna, still clasping Zelda’s hand, went first. Up the staircase comprised of energy, one step after another, closer to the mirror - when, she was right in front of it, they began to be teleported. Warped, literally, a pull felt from the very top of her head down to her feet - there was no puff of smoke to take them away, but instead it was their beings ceasing to exist in one world and then reappearing in another.
A few moments later, she found herself standing atop another glowing platform that was a replica of the mirror design. But their surroundings, they certainly weren’t the house. Everything was dark, and through the haze ahead she could see burning glow of twilight.
It sort of felt like Midna’s warping magic, but different all at once as well - because it felt like her very core was being vacuumed through the kaleidoscope of space and time. Sensations that lasted briefly, though, like a pinch, because when her eyes blinked open they weren’t in the confines of their freshly painted bedroom anymore.
Around them was perpetual dusk, eventide, the constant setting of the sun. It was dim yet everything was flushed in a soft glow; a kind of unsettling luminescence that had scared the people of Hyrule, but it wasn’t as strange for Zelda. It was part of Midna and in a way, part of her.
“Wow,” she exhaled, staring down at herself. Her form was retained, and her skin radiated that little half-light aura. “We have our own portal to another realm in our house, and it worked, and we’re - we’re here.”
Nothing had come out to kill them yet, so she found that very fortunate.
It did seem a little empty - surrounding them were what looked like ruins, darkness and shadows, but these ruins were just old; they wouldn’t crumble down around them, at least. “The Palace of Twilight,” Midna said, taking a few steps forward. What fluttered about looked like black-winged butterflies, pieces of this world, discernible through the umbra which cloaked everything. “Maybe we can find a souvenir to take back with us?”
On the door up ahead, she unlocked it as the marking on her hand pulsed and glowed - and the door glowed in turn, lighting up with the Twilight symbols in an electric green before giving way to let them through. She didn’t see any cursed shadow beasts, because of fucking Zant, so she couldn’t help but breathe a sigh of relief.
“Keep an eye out for treasure chests, literally.” They were hidden in all sorts of spots - and she really wanted to find a relic from her kingdom, because it wasn’t like she planned to come back all that often. This was a rare thing, to satiate her curiosity and nothing more.
“Every Temple in Hyrule has them too, it’s an interesting coincidence,” she grinned, crookedly. Either with treasures or helpful items meant to help Link throughout his journeys. Pottery too - each temple had an astounding amount of ceramics, and when she shadowed him seven years into the future, she noticed his odd penchant for breaking them. He somehow always found rupees in them, it was odd.
And it looked like this palace wasn’t void of them either. Zelda paused, crouching down by a random vase-like container and stuck her face in it.
Nope, empty. “I don’t know how he found money every time he broke one of these,” sighed the princess of light, but she scooped it up in her arms anyway. “We can always take little decor things like these? Or your throne, depending how big it is.”
They could always tell her parents they won it at an antique auction! Like every otherworldly item they could use to accessorize their home with, no big deal.
“It’s pretty big,” Midna giggled, just barely resisting a that’s what she said remark right after that. “But if we can manage, hell yeah. I’m all for bringing back the throne. I’ve already got enough rupees - they just appeared at home, no clue how Link managed to practically shit currency though.” It was kind of ridic! Turn around and the boy had discovered money in a bush or in a pile of poop, or whatever - maybe he had a gift for such things.
She continued on, down the halls, exploring the corridors and poking about here and there. Occasionally they’d encounter those glowing doors, but none kept her out - no need to search for keys in the dark corners of the palace, at least that was something. In one chest, she found a compass - that, in addition to the vase would be brought with them.
A moving platform brought them across a chasm, when they had gotten further enough, and she knew what was beyond this door. “Here’s the throne room,” she spoke in a hushed whisper. The actual throne itself wasn’t very opulent, no jewels or gold to be found, but it looked to be made of stone and was carved in Twili tribal markings - very familiar by now, an old friend steeped in history and radiating strength. So maybe it wasn’t much to look at it, but what it represented. Midna actually felt tears in her eyes.
Shit currency. Such lovely words, really, but anything they took they could put in the ceramic vase she was carrying - it had the lines that spread throughout the palace like veins, with that little bit of afterglow. Very pretty. They could always come back and bring more stuff, from one home to another. Items of light and shadow co-existing in one space, Zelda liked the symbolism behind it.
She was careful never to stray too far from Midna, and careful to not touch anything that looked potentially sensitive (last thing she wanted to do was accidentally trigger a defense mechanism in the castle), and when they entered the throne room - which had an archaic regalness to it - she gave her a nudge.
“Go sit on it,” she encouraged, blue eyes twinkling. “I don’t know how we’d even begin to transport that over, but if there’s definitely one thing to take…”
Well, she knew certain structures could be warped from one place to another (it happened to a bridge in Hyrule if she recalled correctly), so it wasn’t entirely impossible in the realm of possibilities.
Zelda’s voice echoed in the vast and empty space, and Midna’s footsteps did too. She glanced back over her shoulder, sort of an impish, childlike look of awe and glee on her face - because what girl didn’t dream of being a princess? And she actually was one. It was definitely exciting, alright, even managing to get to the far reaches of her black heart.
“Do you think we could maybe teleport it back?” she asked, thinking along those same lines as the warping; the steps to the actual throne, Midna took them carefully before settling in the sacred spot.
Perfect. Like it was meant for her ass, and her ass alone.
“I don’t know what Impa would say if a throne suddenly appeared, but she’d know how important it is.”
Aww. Like a vision. Midna looked at home on the throne, and after carefully setting down the piece of Twili culture that’d been carried in her arms, Zelda made herself home on her lap.
Quite comfy, actually. She even wiggled her butt in against her more.
“I think we can manage,” she hummed in agreement, looking down at the sides of it from her current position. “Our ceilings are high enough? Maybe we should get more stone-like stuff to go with it.” Impa wouldn’t care - she’d prefer things like this than another puppet possession. At this rate anything odd was taken in stride. Midna with her blueness and murderous hair, Zelda with her elven ears and magical instruments, and not to mention Jonathan who was a vampire betrothed to the most infamous vampire of all time.
A throne would just made her nod in admiration and sip a beer. Stranger things had officially happened.
“The living room could be themed around it, maybe,” the Twili royal mused, snickering as she hooked her arms around Zelda and pressed her cheek to the other woman’s back. Purrr, purrr. A moment of catlike zen, scenting on her mate for life. She may have even filled her sneaky hands with Light Ruler tits, since they were here and in her range.
But she was mostly thinking about how to transport the throne. Wheels were turning, and all of that - it was just that she did her best thinking when she had boobs in her grasp. “We can combine our warping powers?” Zellie had stuff to do with winds, blowing whatever (even people) to and fro - the range was pretty significant from what she knew, and since Zant had hopped realms using a smidge of the Triforce of Power’s potential, activating the thrumming triangle mark on Midna’s hand to move an object across realms would also be doable.
Again, in theory.
Oh, well. If squeezing onto those Hylian breasts helped Midna’s problem solving skills increase, then by all means - Zelda was merely honored to be of such a great service to Her Highness, reigning royalty of the dusky shadow realm. “Warping powers combined, with our Triforces combined…” With that said out loud she didn’t think why it wouldn’t work. Separate, the pieces could do many things. Together, even if the third was missing, the potential was still increased.
“I’m pretty sure we can do it,” she confirmed, turning her head to get a glimpse of her. “But I like the idea of putting it in the living room - maybe we can do it with the mirror, too. So long as we take the right steps to make sure it’s got the proper protection. No one accidentally hops in it and ends up here, and no one accidentally breaks it.”
At least Midna was the only one who could properly destroy it - render it without function. Zant couldn’t. He could break it into pieces, sure, but those shards retained their power. Proof of his false kingship, like the Twili once said.
No, Midna was the only one who could break the rather large mirror, that was true - in terms of getting it to stop working. But being cautious was best, when dealing with such an important piece of her history and also considering what it was capable of doing. “We can put up some kind of barrier,” she suggested, wiggling on the throne to be able to hop up. “There’s loads of potentials. Even if it’s not our magic, someone else will know something.” One of the benefits of having a network of magic users at their disposal, a club of sorts - they were connected to all that helpfulness.
Her fingers flexed, and she held up her hand to study the mark on her skin. It shimmered faintly, but when she called upon the magic it was like a jolt straight to her system - almost like a brief high, shooting up to the clouds and then floating back down. You were caught in this moment of space and time, this glow, where it was like nothing else mattered besides the power. Really easy to get addicted to - and that was the last thing she needed.
“Okay, let’s give it a shot?”
Zelda got the hint at the squirming - up she went, and with a graceful spin-around she faced the impressive height of the stone throne. A barrier shouldn’t be a problem, Ganon had managed to enclose her in some kind of massive protective crystal in the final fight between him and Link, back when the timestream was being messed with. Not to mention the Triforce of Power was how he managed to curse an entire kingdom, darken every temple and almost eliminate some races - the Zoras, most of the remaining were frozen in ice.
There was a lot of untapped potential in the pieces they carried. A lot to learn, a lot to harness. It’d always be a learning process as long as the had the pieces of the sacred relic, forged by the goddesses. They could do this and more.
Hers lit up too, all three marks - that golden shimmer, the hum of ancient power coursing through her veins, resonating with Nayru, the goddess of wisdom. A little bit of Farore there too, since it was Farore’s calling that helped with her own warping trick.
“Ready,” Zelda nodded, a dash of green in the air. Swirling around them, a breeze of goddess energy. “I can add some of Farore’s Wind, but out of the two of us you have more range with the warping.” Like, a lot.
The Triforce of Power called upon a magic that was arcane and intoxicating - you could do anything, and you felt like you could too. Ganon had let himself become gnarled and corrupted by its chorus of promises, falsely believing he was beyond the scope of humans and on a godlike level, but Midna wouldn’t allow herself to fall so far from grace, not again - the Triforce, this piece of it, was her second chance. She had to do it right.
It lit up in a warm golden glow, making her arm tingle - that sensation traveled upward, spreading throughout her whole body as she seized what power she needed to open a portal stronger than something she’d ever done before. They weren’t just crossing oceans, they were crossing worlds - it would require a little extra oomph. Then, appearing before them were the Twili symbols, infamous markings representing her people and her kingdom that were everywhere in this very palace, weaving like snakes - the portal surrounded the throne and formed around it, accompanied by blustery winds which sent Midna’s sunset-colored hair flying free from its bindings, whipping all about her face.
She willed it to take the throne, and so it did. Dissolving from view, the relic faded out and disappeared. Warped back to its new home, and now she felt drained. Everything settled.
“Holy shit,” Midna breathed, hand to forehead as if she was dizzy. “I really hope it’s back in the living room when we get home and not on top of a 7-11 somewhere.”
Maybe with practice it’d get easier, and Midna’s power had been the main kick behind it - hers was the final push, an additional boost to what would transcend the veil of worlds. In her mind’s eye all she saw the living room, where the throne would be situated (good thing they house wasn’t entirely furnished as of yet). It’d be there when they got back, she was sure of it.
Then it all receded; the winds, the power, the bits of twilight that faded into the air after the throne room was void of the exact thing that made it that. Zelda’s heart raced from the rush of adrenaline activating the triforce brought, but breathed to help it ease.
Shockwaves of residual magic crackled over her skin, faintly. “We’ll know in a bit, won’t we? Might startle Impa a little,” she chuckled, though she was at her partner’s side instantly - she noticed that little bit of sway, and pulled her in close. “You’re okay? I think that might have been the first time you used a good part of the piece.”
“It was,” Midna confirmed, her arms going around Zelda’s waist, to hold her. “I’ve been so reluctant to activate it at all. Feels kinda weird.” Not something she wanted to get used to, but she was beginning to come around and understand that as long as she stayed true to herself, and didn’t lose sight of what was really important she could handle the power that the marking on her hand promised. It didn’t have to be a burden, or a curse - it could be a gift.
There was no reason to be afraid, not anymore. She’d spent too long that way, too long in hiding. Now was her time to shine.
She grinned a bit (impishly, of course, always a tinge of that in her smiles) and kissed her very own princess. “Well, should we gather our looted booty and head back?”
Feels kinda weird. It was an accurate description - and she imagined each piece of the triforce felt different, the one symbolizing power the most wild of them all. But Midna knew what it could do in the wrong hands, and Zelda knew that at this very moment, this part of the relic was in the right ones. “Can’t really steal what technically belongs to you, sweetie,” giggled the blonde, kissing her back. This one took a minute, and their mouths lingered together a little longer. “But I think we’re both ready to see the look on Impa’s face, aren’t we?”
Ah, her dearest nanny-bodyguard-mother figure was probably having a heart attack at the moment with the sudden appearance of a throne, but it’d grow on her.
Oh, right, that was a good point. All of this did kind of belong to her, didn’t it? “Definitely ready to see poor Impa try to process the appearance of a stone-carved throne,” she laughed. Granted, this was probably the weirdest shit that would happen for awhile. Maybe. Hopefully.
She led the way back, out of the throne room, to the main courtyard of the palace. Here was where they’d be warped back to what was the Light World - their world, their Orange County. “Thanks for coming with me,” Midna added. “I wouldn’t bring just anyone here, to my otherworldly home.” Awww.
And she didn’t want to traverse worlds with anyone else either - by now, she realized that shadows and light belonged together. That was the way it always would be.