Prompt idea! One of the Links birthday! (Could be Time or Wild, both of them got confusing ages)
None of the Links were known for doing things halfway. In fights, they worked like a well-oiled machine, with impeccable skill and attention. None of them ever had to worry about their backs being exposed because there was always someone there to protect them.
Even when setting up camp, they all had their jobs that tended to change enough to keep everyone happy. Except for cooking, Wild was the only one trusted to do that. Though he usually employed the use of another hero's help to assist him with preparations. Perhaps someday a few of them would learn enough to cook something on their own.
This is all to say that the moment whispers of Time's birthday reached them all, it was destined to be quite the event. Behind the old man's back, plans were concocted. Though, they could only convince Time to go patrol with one of them so many times before getting suspicious and they ran out of paper from Warriors' diary after a few days of passing notes.
Still, they managed. Warriors and Wind were in charge of the whole affair, seeing as they were the ones who knew the date of Time's birthday in the first place. They took the job incredibly seriously, making sure that everyone was involved in some way.
Finally, the day had come and the plan spurred into motion. First, Four faked being sick, ensuring that they'd have a late start to the day, giving Wild enough time to make them a hearty breakfast. Full on pancakes, eggs, bacon, and hashbrowns, Wild even made a fresh wildberry syrup and whipped cream made of Lon Lon milk that he saved special from their last visit to the ranch.
Most of the day passed normally, all the monsters they ran into were easily disposed of, then the fun really started.
After a rivetingly pathetic performance by Four, they decided to set up camp nice and early, they were too far to make it to the closest town anyway.
Warriors went with Legend and Hyrule to distract Time for long enough that preparations could be completed, and several 'accidents' were planned to waste plenty of time. Wild started on the cake while Sky frantically finished his wood carving present that he'd only been able to work on at night.
Four and Wind furiously cut up little pieces of ribbon to stuff into both the smithies and Sky's gust bellows, hoping to create an explosion of confetti when the time came. They were also figuring out how to rig some deku nuts into decorative smoke bombs.
Until it was time to make the frosting, Twilight was sent to watch the other group from the shadows, to make sure they didn't come back too soon.
When Wolfie caught a whiff of warm vanilla, he headed back to the campsite quietly, satisfied that the other Links would be occupied with Hyrule stuck high up in a tree.
Twilight, being the perfect equilibrium of strength and stamina, was the perfect person to whip up the frosting. He wasn't bothered by the vigorous whisking for minutes at a time or by the powdered sugar dusting his tunic and wolf pelt.
They all helped decorate the cake, Wild with the swirling frosting and the rest covering it in berries, intermittently popping one in their mouths as there seemed to be more than enough to do so.
When it came to the final touches, Wild paused.
"Have we ever figured out how old he is?" Piping tip pointing at the top left of the cake, getting ready to frost the message.
"No..." Twilight muttered after a moment of thought, "You could probably just go with 'Happy Birthday', his age doesn't matter."
"I have a better idea, but you guys can't look until he gets here." Wild smiled mischievously. It made Twilight and Sky share a nervous look but ultimately figured what Wild had in mind wouldn't be too bad. At worst it would be a joke that wouldn't land.
"Get ready to bring them back, I think we're ready," Wild announced after a couple minutes of focused silence.
After a long few minutes of waiting for Wolfie to return with the other half of the group, the whole time being spent keeping Wind away from reading what had been written on the cake, the only thing that managed the feat was letting the kid hold one of the gust bellows turned confetti poppers.
Finally, the time had come, the sound of footsteps neared and the anticipation for the moment heightened considerably. All their planning and scheming had come to this. Their passive conversation had stopped as they prepared for the rest of the group to exit the treeline.
With a pop and a melodic whoosh, the air was suddenly filled with shimmering flecks and sparkling smoke as well as the congratulatory voices of eight heroes.
Time only recovered from the shock for a moment before he read the writing on his meticulously decorated cake, and he laughed. The same loud dad-laugh that he did when pranked one of the others, mostly Warriors. He had to lean over for a moment to catch his breath after the fit, prompting the others to see what the cook had written on it.
'Happy 69th Birthday Gramps'
Well, at least Time seemed to like it.
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