It was a quiet night. Sitting in his room in the Fire Nation's capitol, Sokka stared at the ceiling. This was a place he had never thought he would be. It was always hard for him to think back to the days where anyone who wore the reds and browns of these people was to be considered an enemy. He had grown so much in the time since the war.
He kept thinking about what would be happening in the next few weeks. He'd finally gotten over the past and come to terms with the present. He'd asked Suki to marry him, albeit in an awkward fashion. He wanted to slap himself every time he saw that stupid flying lemur fly by. Momo was still a little scared of him; he could sense the anger.
Above him, dragons swirled amongst each other, their fire twining around them. He'd never admit it, but he thought fire was really pretty. And manly. Manly was important. To his right, the moon peeked in, his old love. He smiled at her, then rolled over.
Suki was back on Kyoshi, almost fully recovered. Whenever it rained, though, she could still feel that cut searing. She was training the little eight year olds, some orphans, like her, some not. She was proud of them always, since they were disciplined children. They always worked hard for her. Sokka admired her ability to command so much respect from those so little- when he had been left at his home with all the small children and his sister, it was always chaos. And someone always had to pee.
Sokka missed her so much. He had decided that he didn't want to go home yet, didn't want to face the ice and the snow. He'd grown attached to the heat of the upper territories. When it was late like this, and he wasn't able to sleep, he always kicked himself for not going with her. It wasn't like he wouldn't be able to train with them- he just had to wear the get up and the paint. Which, after his last encounter with the stuff, didn't seem so bad. He would be by Suki's side again.
Sokka rolled again, this time onto his face. Sleep refused to come, no matter what. Whenever he thought of the things that were waiting for him, he felt his heart race, his throat go dry. He would be getting married soon, and he would be traveling all over, acting as a ambassador for his tribe. He knew that sooner or later, he would have to take up the mantle of chieftain, and that's what scared him the most. He knew he was good at coming up with plans and thinking "outside the box" (as his father referred to it)but leading a bunch of people- his family, even- was the scariest thing he could think of. He also worried that he wouldn't be able to pick up on the family knack for making epic speeches. But not as much as the other stuff.
He remembered that last night in Ba Sing Se, where he had watched his soon to be wife fall asleep in her bed while he wrote a letter to his family. She looked so peaceful and so serene. The ink on the brush had dried so many times, he knew Piandao would have had a fit.
"Concentrate on what you're doing- a warrior doesn't let himself be so easily side tracked!" Sokka smiled in his bed. Thinking of the people who shaped him brought him peace. The only thing that he needed now was to live up to their standards.
Author's Note! My promised one shot. I have a few others so… yeah. Hope you enjoyed.