Prompt #33: Trust, "Faith", K+, Amyraine
Title: Faith
Author: Amyraine
Rating: K+
Words: 435
Genre: Gen
Char/Pair: Hakoda, Tenzin
Warning: Speculation fic, set between AtLA and LoK
Summary: Hakoda takes his grandson fishing and they get caught in a blizzard.
Author Note: After getting news from the SDCC panel via attendees' Twitter feeds, and having had requests for more Tenzin fic, I had to write some family-bonding.
The smell of fish assaults Tenzin's nose even in this cold. It's the smell of success. Five of those dozen fish in the catch he caught on his own. Rarely does he get to go fishing alone with his grandfather; both of his siblings have gone multiple times, but, being the youngest, Tenzin couldn't go until recently.
His grandfather looks over his shoulder at him, still rowing their canoe with firm, even strokes. “I can't wait for dinner.”
Tenzin starts to grin, but it dies quickly. The last lesson he had with his father had not gone so well; he was stuck on the thirteenth bending form. Aang had suggested that his love of fish might be a factor. Hakoda is back to rowing again and doesn't notice his grandson frowning.
Suddenly he stops, his blue eyes on the horizon, where gray clouds billow and pile. Tenzin peers around Hakoda and realizes that they are coming fast towards them.
“Are those snowclouds?” he asks.
“Yes,” Hakoda says, “and we're still a long distance from the village. We need to find shelter, quickly.” He turns the canoe towards the nearest large iceberg. Tenzin can see in its jagged edges a partially protected hollow. By the time they have reached it, the clouds are above and snow is beginning to fall.
The wind follows, fierce and stinging. They pull the hoods of their anoraks tighter around them and press close together. The sheet of white blocks their view, but Tenzin is sure that the wind-whipped waves have carried off their canoe and their fish.
Time passes, and Tenzin forgets the fish, his mind occupied solely with his numb fingers and toes and the constant assault of the wind-normally his friend, now an impassive and uncaring force. Tenzin wonders if he could control it enough to get them out of here somehow, but doubts it.
His father probably could. But he was back at the village, and no one knew where they were...
“Tenzin,” rumbles Hakoda next to him and he peers up through snow-encrusted eyelashes. “We are going to survive this.”
At that moment, Tenzin believes they will. Because his grandfather said so.
He wakes in his igloo later, his mother's worried face and healing hands hovering over him. She tells him that his father entered the Avatar state and bent the blizzard into submission to find them. He thanks his father, and Aang kisses his forehead and tucks him into bed.
But when he thinks of who saved him that day, it's Hakoda's face he sees in his mind.
Author: Amyraine
Rating: K+
Words: 435
Genre: Gen
Char/Pair: Hakoda, Tenzin
Warning: Speculation fic, set between AtLA and LoK
Summary: Hakoda takes his grandson fishing and they get caught in a blizzard.
Author Note: After getting news from the SDCC panel via attendees' Twitter feeds, and having had requests for more Tenzin fic, I had to write some family-bonding.
The smell of fish assaults Tenzin's nose even in this cold. It's the smell of success. Five of those dozen fish in the catch he caught on his own. Rarely does he get to go fishing alone with his grandfather; both of his siblings have gone multiple times, but, being the youngest, Tenzin couldn't go until recently.
His grandfather looks over his shoulder at him, still rowing their canoe with firm, even strokes. “I can't wait for dinner.”
Tenzin starts to grin, but it dies quickly. The last lesson he had with his father had not gone so well; he was stuck on the thirteenth bending form. Aang had suggested that his love of fish might be a factor. Hakoda is back to rowing again and doesn't notice his grandson frowning.
Suddenly he stops, his blue eyes on the horizon, where gray clouds billow and pile. Tenzin peers around Hakoda and realizes that they are coming fast towards them.
“Are those snowclouds?” he asks.
“Yes,” Hakoda says, “and we're still a long distance from the village. We need to find shelter, quickly.” He turns the canoe towards the nearest large iceberg. Tenzin can see in its jagged edges a partially protected hollow. By the time they have reached it, the clouds are above and snow is beginning to fall.
The wind follows, fierce and stinging. They pull the hoods of their anoraks tighter around them and press close together. The sheet of white blocks their view, but Tenzin is sure that the wind-whipped waves have carried off their canoe and their fish.
Time passes, and Tenzin forgets the fish, his mind occupied solely with his numb fingers and toes and the constant assault of the wind-normally his friend, now an impassive and uncaring force. Tenzin wonders if he could control it enough to get them out of here somehow, but doubts it.
His father probably could. But he was back at the village, and no one knew where they were...
“Tenzin,” rumbles Hakoda next to him and he peers up through snow-encrusted eyelashes. “We are going to survive this.”
At that moment, Tenzin believes they will. Because his grandfather said so.
He wakes in his igloo later, his mother's worried face and healing hands hovering over him. She tells him that his father entered the Avatar state and bent the blizzard into submission to find them. He thanks his father, and Aang kisses his forehead and tucks him into bed.
But when he thinks of who saved him that day, it's Hakoda's face he sees in his mind.