H/C - "Mir ist so heiß/kalt" (fürs Team)
Team: D.A.V.E.
Challenge: Hurt/Comfort -- "Mir ist so heiß/kalt" (fürs Team)
Fandom: Avatar: The Last Airbender
Charaktere: Sokka, Zuko
Wörter: 456
A/N: alea sagte sie fänd Avatar okay, fischgraete mochte die ersten paar Sätze und ich danke beiden dafür, dass der Sokka in meinem Kopf und ich unsere Liebe zu Italics ausleben konnten.
Post-canon ice-dodging and fan fiction clichés.
Sokka was an idiot. A stupid, careless, fucking idiot who had killed the Fire Lord.
"Come on, buddy, breathe..." he mumbled into the ice-crusted black hair and pulled Zuko's alarmingly still body closer to his chest and into the warmth of his anorak.
Of course, this was Sokka's fault. He should have known this would happen. Wait, no, he had known this would happen. He had told them this would happen, but of course nobody had listened to him. Because why listen to Sokka, the only one who had actually done ice-dodging (other than Katara, arguably)? And now he held the dying body of his best friend in his arms and really, really didn't feel like doing the I told you so routine.
"You're a fire bender, breath fire! Please!"
And because Zuko was a stupid fucking idiot who really stood on ceremony and politeness and shit, he took a shaky breath at that. It wasn't deep enough, it wasn't warm enough, but it was the best thing Sokka had ever heard.
"I'm--I'm so, so cold..." Zuko croaked and dull-witted observations meant more breathing, so Sokka was all for that.
"That's what happens when you decide to take a bath during ice-dodging."
Zuko did a marvellous job of starring daggers at him through frozen lashes. Sokka just pulled him even closer and began rubbing circles into Zuko's arms to aid the blood-flow.
"By the way, this is the point where you use your neat little fire breathing trick, because, I kinda had to jump in after you and it's fucking cold."
"Wha--" The fire lord's voice was breathy and brittle. "Why am I naked?"
Sokka gave the -- indeed wholly under-dressed -- man his best I'm an expert-grin. "You fell into the Southern Sea. Fully clothed. So now, your clothes are wet. Wet clothes are how you freeze." To underline his point, Sokka pulled the anorak he'd taken of before jumping after Zuko closer around them. "Aiming to avoid an international incident caused by the Fire Lord freezing to death during a stupid coming of age ritual he insisted to participate in alongside the avatar, I got rid of your clothes. Say thank you."
"Are you trying to annoy me to stoke my inner flame?"
"Is ist working?"
"Would it cause an international incident to incinerate the Head Chieftain's son?"
Sokka would have taken offence at that, but there was no real heat behind the words and Zuko was snuggled against his chest and actually starting to warm up, so he decided to let it go. Mostly.
"Still not hearing a thank you..."
Challenge: Hurt/Comfort -- "Mir ist so heiß/kalt" (fürs Team)
Fandom: Avatar: The Last Airbender
Charaktere: Sokka, Zuko
Wörter: 456
A/N: alea sagte sie fänd Avatar okay, fischgraete mochte die ersten paar Sätze und ich danke beiden dafür, dass der Sokka in meinem Kopf und ich unsere Liebe zu Italics ausleben konnten.
Post-canon ice-dodging and fan fiction clichés.
Sokka was an idiot. A stupid, careless, fucking idiot who had killed the Fire Lord.
"Come on, buddy, breathe..." he mumbled into the ice-crusted black hair and pulled Zuko's alarmingly still body closer to his chest and into the warmth of his anorak.
Of course, this was Sokka's fault. He should have known this would happen. Wait, no, he had known this would happen. He had told them this would happen, but of course nobody had listened to him. Because why listen to Sokka, the only one who had actually done ice-dodging (other than Katara, arguably)? And now he held the dying body of his best friend in his arms and really, really didn't feel like doing the I told you so routine.
"You're a fire bender, breath fire! Please!"
And because Zuko was a stupid fucking idiot who really stood on ceremony and politeness and shit, he took a shaky breath at that. It wasn't deep enough, it wasn't warm enough, but it was the best thing Sokka had ever heard.
"I'm--I'm so, so cold..." Zuko croaked and dull-witted observations meant more breathing, so Sokka was all for that.
"That's what happens when you decide to take a bath during ice-dodging."
Zuko did a marvellous job of starring daggers at him through frozen lashes. Sokka just pulled him even closer and began rubbing circles into Zuko's arms to aid the blood-flow.
"By the way, this is the point where you use your neat little fire breathing trick, because, I kinda had to jump in after you and it's fucking cold."
"Wha--" The fire lord's voice was breathy and brittle. "Why am I naked?"
Sokka gave the -- indeed wholly under-dressed -- man his best I'm an expert-grin. "You fell into the Southern Sea. Fully clothed. So now, your clothes are wet. Wet clothes are how you freeze." To underline his point, Sokka pulled the anorak he'd taken of before jumping after Zuko closer around them. "Aiming to avoid an international incident caused by the Fire Lord freezing to death during a stupid coming of age ritual he insisted to participate in alongside the avatar, I got rid of your clothes. Say thank you."
"Are you trying to annoy me to stoke my inner flame?"
"Is ist working?"
"Would it cause an international incident to incinerate the Head Chieftain's son?"
Sokka would have taken offence at that, but there was no real heat behind the words and Zuko was snuggled against his chest and actually starting to warm up, so he decided to let it go. Mostly.
"Still not hearing a thank you..."