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Team: Mega-Team
Challenge: Romantik/Intimität: verkuppelt (Päckchen #12)
Fandom: Avatar: The Last Airbender
Charakter: Sokka, Zuko
Wörter: 1100
A/N: Äh, die Avatar-Renaissance geht an mir nicht spurlos vorbei. Was gut ist, ich hab die Serie nämlich nie vollständig geguckt. Als logische Konsequenz daraus gibt es jetzt Future Fic.
Zuko has been fire lord for almost ten years now and needs to get married. Sokka fails to see how that is his problem.
Sokka was a great diplomat. He was good at reading a room, was quick on his feet and eloquent. Witty even, some might say, Sokka first among them. The point being, Sokka was not being caught off guard or at a loss for words. Ever.
“Hu?”
Councilwoman Ha inclined her head and smiled softly as if he was being a bit slow.
“You want me to do what?”
“Broker a marriage.”
“Me.”
“Fire Lord Zuko requested you personally.”
“Sure.” This would start making sense any minute now. Sokka was smart, he could navigate the intricacies of the Fire Nation’s class structure and inane customs. “What the fuck?”
Councilwoman Ha flinched but her gracious smile never faltered. It just looked a little more forced now.
“I mean to say… What the fuck?! I’m supposed to find a wife for the fire lord?”
The woman nodded solemnly. “It’s a great honour, bestowed only on the closest of family members or friends.”
“Sure.” Sokka nodded. “An honour. Absolutely.” How was this his life? He was only visiting the Fire Nation Capital as a representative of Republic City. He was here for the sights and the fire flakes and to annoy Zuko if given the opportunity. Not to broker any marriages. What the fuck. “I won’t disappoint.”
Councilwoman Ha raised her eyebrow as if she very much doubted that. Sokka gave her a thumbs up because he was a professional.
“So… what about Mai?” Sokka was sitting on the large conference table, one of his legs propped up on the arm rest of Zuko’s chair.
The fire lord didn’t even look up from the scroll he was studying. “What about her? She’s on Kyoshi Island I think. Suki says hi?”
Sokka rolled his eyes. “That’s lovely. But wouldn’t Mai make a great wife?”
“Sure.”
“Okay, that’s settled then. Knew I was gonna be awesome at this job!” Sokka vaulted himself off the table, stretching his arms. “Any more pressing governmental issues? The tax law needs a rehaul, doesn’t it? Piece of cake.”
And that, finally, was what made Zuko look up from his apparently riveting reading material. “What exactly is settled, Sokka?”
“The whole marriage thing. Your betrothal or what have you.”
Zuko blinked slowly. “I do not follow.”
Sokka raised his eyebrows. “Well, you wanted me to find you a wife. I gave that some careful strategic thought and… Mai. She’s great. Noble, beautiful, deadly, way out of your league, and yet she seems to somehow like you. Perfect. Won’t find a woman like that in every dynasty.”
Zuko blinked again. “Mai?”
“Yup. You know, your ex-girlfriend.”
“Exactly.”
And, okay, when he said it like that, it did sound kind of not exactly perfect. “Well.”
“My ex-girlfriend, who broke up with me because she figured out she was in love with her best friend? Who she’s living with? On Kyoshi Island?”
Sokka sighed. “Fine, fine, I’ll give it another go… But seriously, you shouldn’t have let her go, she was perfect.”
Zuko snorted but didn’t say anything. Instead, he turned back to his scrolls. With another sigh, Sokka left him to it. He had a mission, after all, and how hard could it be to find a wife for the Fire Nation’s most eligible bachelor?
“What’s wrong with her, are you kidding me? She’s great!” Sokka pinched the bridge of his nose. They’d been reviewing potential wives for hours now. By now they’d reached the point that Sokka never wanted to see a woman in his life ever again, which was a shame because he was very much into them. Women, that was. In general, not the Fire Nation nobles on review. Which might be part of the problem. “Come on, Zuko, she took out her brother in an Agni Kai because he was an Ozai loyalist!”
“She’s over fourty.”
Sokka groaned. “And you’re twenty-seven and way too picky.” Zuko had veto-ed two thirds of his candidates already and, frankly, Sokka was running out of ideas.
Zuko cleared his throat. “The whole point of this whole betrothal thing is to-” He gave a slight cough. “-produce an heir.”
“You could always adopt!”
That seemed to startle his friend. “I could… I guess I could adopt.”
“So, the lovely Lady Chola it is?”
“No.”
“I hate you so much.”
“I give up, Fire Lord. What is it that you’re looking for? By now, I must have compiled resumés of half of the female population of the Fire Nation.”
Zuko gave him a death glare. “It’s great that you’re treating this issue with the gravity it deserves. We’re talking about the future co-ruler of the whole nation here.”
Sokka nodded. “And that’s how we’ve tackled this topic for the past three months. I have presented you with activists, idealists and career politicians and you didn’t believe in any of these wonderful, intelligent, perfect women, so, what, pray tell, do you look for in a co-ruler?”
The fact that this question had Zuko stammering and wringing his hands probably was the root of all of Sokka’s problems in life. Zuko was lucky he was cute. “I… I don’t know.”
“Won’t fly, princess.”
“I’m not a princess.”
Sokka just stared at him. There was only two ways this conversation was going to end: Either Zuko would fess up or, well, incinerate Sokka. At this rate, it was all the same to him.
The fire lord seemed to sense his fatalism. “Someone smart, I guess?” he tried. “Intuitive. Someone… someone who… excels in the social situations that still stump me. Someone-” He blushed fiercely. “Who makes me laugh.”
“Sure.” Chewing on the end of the brush he’d used to take notes, Sokka nodded. “So, you want to marry… me.”
Zuko choked on thin air.
“Cute. So…” Sokka sorted through the scrolls and portraits and resumés. “How about her?” He pushed the lovely portrait of a young magistrate over the table. “She might keep you on your toes.”
Zuko didn’t even look at her and kept staring at Sokka.
“Hu?”
The fire lord’s face was a deep crimson, his pupils were blown wide and he looked like he might faint any second now.
Sokka raised an eyebrow. “You alright, buddy?”
Zuko moved his mouth, but the only sound that managed to escape sounded more like a sob than a word. Damn, the guy really was hopeless. He needed someone by his side who had an easier time with words. Someone smart, charming, eloquent…
“Yep. You should definitely marry me, it’s the only logical conclusion. - You sure you’re okay? You look like you’re going to be sick.”
Challenge: Romantik/Intimität: verkuppelt (Päckchen #12)
Fandom: Avatar: The Last Airbender
Charakter: Sokka, Zuko
Wörter: 1100
A/N: Äh, die Avatar-Renaissance geht an mir nicht spurlos vorbei. Was gut ist, ich hab die Serie nämlich nie vollständig geguckt. Als logische Konsequenz daraus gibt es jetzt Future Fic.
Zuko has been fire lord for almost ten years now and needs to get married. Sokka fails to see how that is his problem.
Sokka was a great diplomat. He was good at reading a room, was quick on his feet and eloquent. Witty even, some might say, Sokka first among them. The point being, Sokka was not being caught off guard or at a loss for words. Ever.
“Hu?”
Councilwoman Ha inclined her head and smiled softly as if he was being a bit slow.
“You want me to do what?”
“Broker a marriage.”
“Me.”
“Fire Lord Zuko requested you personally.”
“Sure.” This would start making sense any minute now. Sokka was smart, he could navigate the intricacies of the Fire Nation’s class structure and inane customs. “What the fuck?”
Councilwoman Ha flinched but her gracious smile never faltered. It just looked a little more forced now.
“I mean to say… What the fuck?! I’m supposed to find a wife for the fire lord?”
The woman nodded solemnly. “It’s a great honour, bestowed only on the closest of family members or friends.”
“Sure.” Sokka nodded. “An honour. Absolutely.” How was this his life? He was only visiting the Fire Nation Capital as a representative of Republic City. He was here for the sights and the fire flakes and to annoy Zuko if given the opportunity. Not to broker any marriages. What the fuck. “I won’t disappoint.”
Councilwoman Ha raised her eyebrow as if she very much doubted that. Sokka gave her a thumbs up because he was a professional.
“So… what about Mai?” Sokka was sitting on the large conference table, one of his legs propped up on the arm rest of Zuko’s chair.
The fire lord didn’t even look up from the scroll he was studying. “What about her? She’s on Kyoshi Island I think. Suki says hi?”
Sokka rolled his eyes. “That’s lovely. But wouldn’t Mai make a great wife?”
“Sure.”
“Okay, that’s settled then. Knew I was gonna be awesome at this job!” Sokka vaulted himself off the table, stretching his arms. “Any more pressing governmental issues? The tax law needs a rehaul, doesn’t it? Piece of cake.”
And that, finally, was what made Zuko look up from his apparently riveting reading material. “What exactly is settled, Sokka?”
“The whole marriage thing. Your betrothal or what have you.”
Zuko blinked slowly. “I do not follow.”
Sokka raised his eyebrows. “Well, you wanted me to find you a wife. I gave that some careful strategic thought and… Mai. She’s great. Noble, beautiful, deadly, way out of your league, and yet she seems to somehow like you. Perfect. Won’t find a woman like that in every dynasty.”
Zuko blinked again. “Mai?”
“Yup. You know, your ex-girlfriend.”
“Exactly.”
And, okay, when he said it like that, it did sound kind of not exactly perfect. “Well.”
“My ex-girlfriend, who broke up with me because she figured out she was in love with her best friend? Who she’s living with? On Kyoshi Island?”
Sokka sighed. “Fine, fine, I’ll give it another go… But seriously, you shouldn’t have let her go, she was perfect.”
Zuko snorted but didn’t say anything. Instead, he turned back to his scrolls. With another sigh, Sokka left him to it. He had a mission, after all, and how hard could it be to find a wife for the Fire Nation’s most eligible bachelor?
“What’s wrong with her, are you kidding me? She’s great!” Sokka pinched the bridge of his nose. They’d been reviewing potential wives for hours now. By now they’d reached the point that Sokka never wanted to see a woman in his life ever again, which was a shame because he was very much into them. Women, that was. In general, not the Fire Nation nobles on review. Which might be part of the problem. “Come on, Zuko, she took out her brother in an Agni Kai because he was an Ozai loyalist!”
“She’s over fourty.”
Sokka groaned. “And you’re twenty-seven and way too picky.” Zuko had veto-ed two thirds of his candidates already and, frankly, Sokka was running out of ideas.
Zuko cleared his throat. “The whole point of this whole betrothal thing is to-” He gave a slight cough. “-produce an heir.”
“You could always adopt!”
That seemed to startle his friend. “I could… I guess I could adopt.”
“So, the lovely Lady Chola it is?”
“No.”
“I hate you so much.”
“I give up, Fire Lord. What is it that you’re looking for? By now, I must have compiled resumés of half of the female population of the Fire Nation.”
Zuko gave him a death glare. “It’s great that you’re treating this issue with the gravity it deserves. We’re talking about the future co-ruler of the whole nation here.”
Sokka nodded. “And that’s how we’ve tackled this topic for the past three months. I have presented you with activists, idealists and career politicians and you didn’t believe in any of these wonderful, intelligent, perfect women, so, what, pray tell, do you look for in a co-ruler?”
The fact that this question had Zuko stammering and wringing his hands probably was the root of all of Sokka’s problems in life. Zuko was lucky he was cute. “I… I don’t know.”
“Won’t fly, princess.”
“I’m not a princess.”
Sokka just stared at him. There was only two ways this conversation was going to end: Either Zuko would fess up or, well, incinerate Sokka. At this rate, it was all the same to him.
The fire lord seemed to sense his fatalism. “Someone smart, I guess?” he tried. “Intuitive. Someone… someone who… excels in the social situations that still stump me. Someone-” He blushed fiercely. “Who makes me laugh.”
“Sure.” Chewing on the end of the brush he’d used to take notes, Sokka nodded. “So, you want to marry… me.”
Zuko choked on thin air.
“Cute. So…” Sokka sorted through the scrolls and portraits and resumés. “How about her?” He pushed the lovely portrait of a young magistrate over the table. “She might keep you on your toes.”
Zuko didn’t even look at her and kept staring at Sokka.
“Hu?”
The fire lord’s face was a deep crimson, his pupils were blown wide and he looked like he might faint any second now.
Sokka raised an eyebrow. “You alright, buddy?”
Zuko moved his mouth, but the only sound that managed to escape sounded more like a sob than a word. Damn, the guy really was hopeless. He needed someone by his side who had an easier time with words. Someone smart, charming, eloquent…
“Yep. You should definitely marry me, it’s the only logical conclusion. - You sure you’re okay? You look like you’re going to be sick.”