Sokka is determined. He is a Water-tribe warrior, and a kickass swordsman, and not a bad plan-guy as well. He has right on his side, might in his arm, and a will to conquer!
Which does nothing to help with the scaly neck barring his path out the palace door.
“Oh, this is so not on,” he groaned, giving Ajit’s neck a solid thump. The dragon wheezed, and didn’t move in any appreciable way. “Look, I’m not going to do anything tiring or damaging, I’m just going to go out and practice, alright?”
The enormous reptile slunk forward a few yards, now pressing his entire shoulder against the doorframe rather than merely his waist-high neck.
“Look, it’s good for me to keep in shape! The healers said as much! Stop being such an obnoxious, overprotective, babying, fat-headed this-is-all-my-weird-dragon-bonded-ass’s-fault-so-I’m-so-paranoid-I’ll-wrap-you-in-fluff-and-stuff-you-under-glass jerk-!!”
“Are you talking to him or to me?”
Sokka drooped forward, will to rebel spent.
“Hi, your majesty m’love.” Trying to pull it off coolly was out of the question. Instead, Sokka simply leaned against Ajit’s tree-trunk neck and made the beast useful for something.
Zuko tried to slide his arms around the other young man’s thickened waist by way of greeting, and Sokka straight-armed him.
“Oh no. Noooo no no. No snuggles until I can get a decent workout without the entire palace down to the frickin’ dragon blocking my way!”
“But Sokka-“
“No!”
“Sokk-“
“Nu-uh!”
“But-!”
“Do not try to reason your way out of this!”
“I was going to go get my swords…?” the Firelord said in a small voice, and Sokka stopped cold.
“Well- uh,” he started, and settled down to confusion rather than wrath, somewhat mollified. “That’s better. Yes, I would like a nice, quiet sparring match. I am neither waddling nor so delicate as to require kid-gloves, and I am going crazy stuck inside. No one is going to kidnap me, rocks are not going to fall and squish me, and I’m not such an uncaring bastard as to go and mess up my own offspring by overdoing it!”
Zuko was looking contrite. It was a very good look on him. “I’m sorry, Sokka- you’re a capable warrior and hardly showing and I was wrong to try and keep you from your basic routine.”
Sokka was just about to throw wide his arms and tell him that all was forgiven.
“Besides, all this stress isn’t good for the baby.”
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Zuko/Sokka- Being treated like glass, down to the dragon
Date: 2009-12-26 01:52 am (UTC)Which does nothing to help with the scaly neck barring his path out the palace door.
“Oh, this is so not on,” he groaned, giving Ajit’s neck a solid thump. The dragon wheezed, and didn’t move in any appreciable way. “Look, I’m not going to do anything tiring or damaging, I’m just going to go out and practice, alright?”
The enormous reptile slunk forward a few yards, now pressing his entire shoulder against the doorframe rather than merely his waist-high neck.
“Look, it’s good for me to keep in shape! The healers said as much! Stop being such an obnoxious, overprotective, babying, fat-headed this-is-all-my-weird-dragon-bonded-ass’s-fault-so-I’m-so-paranoid-I’ll-wrap-you-in-fluff-and-stuff-you-under-glass jerk-!!”
“Are you talking to him or to me?”
Sokka drooped forward, will to rebel spent.
“Hi, your majesty m’love.” Trying to pull it off coolly was out of the question. Instead, Sokka simply leaned against Ajit’s tree-trunk neck and made the beast useful for something.
Zuko tried to slide his arms around the other young man’s thickened waist by way of greeting, and Sokka straight-armed him.
“Oh no. Noooo no no. No snuggles until I can get a decent workout without the entire palace down to the frickin’ dragon blocking my way!”
“But Sokka-“
“No!”
“Sokk-“
“Nu-uh!”
“But-!”
“Do not try to reason your way out of this!”
“I was going to go get my swords…?” the Firelord said in a small voice, and Sokka stopped cold.
“Well- uh,” he started, and settled down to confusion rather than wrath, somewhat mollified. “That’s better. Yes, I would like a nice, quiet sparring match. I am neither waddling nor so delicate as to require kid-gloves, and I am going crazy stuck inside. No one is going to kidnap me, rocks are not going to fall and squish me, and I’m not such an uncaring bastard as to go and mess up my own offspring by overdoing it!”
Zuko was looking contrite. It was a very good look on him. “I’m sorry, Sokka- you’re a capable warrior and hardly showing and I was wrong to try and keep you from your basic routine.”
Sokka was just about to throw wide his arms and tell him that all was forgiven.
“Besides, all this stress isn’t good for the baby.”
“AAAAAAAARGH!”