So Midnight4578 requested this from a prompt she found on Tumblr.
Hope you enjoy, love.
Disclaimer: LoK isn't mine. It probably never will be.
Bolin was walking down the street, heading to the place where he and Mako were supposed to meet. They were planning on having a brothers' night, just hanging out with no mention of work or female companions. However, halfway to the small café where he was supposed to meet Mako, he noticed familiar-looking faces out of the corner of his eyes.
He slowed his steady pace to turn his head and look at the oncoming group of people. His eyes lit up in excitement as he called out to them. "Hey, Meeko! Dorro! Brinon! Hey, guys! Long time no see!"
"Well, if it isn't Bolin," Dorro announced, a mocking grin plastered on his pale face.
"Where've you been, man?" Brinon asked, leaning against the brick wall next to him.
"Yeah, the boss misses you," Meeko finished, inspecting his nails in a bored manner.
"Oh, right," Bolin lost his smile as he rubbed the back of his neck nervously. "I haven't seen you guys since Mako and I quit…We're living good now. We've got our own place, and we don't even need to steal or smuggle to make ends meet. Oh! And we met the avatar! How cool is that-" He was cut off when Meeko and Dorro—who were the two dominant members of the trio—shared a look before grabbing Bolin under the arms and began dragging him down the street. "Whoa, guys, where are-where're we going?"
They didn't answer but dragged him down to the local park, which was deserted since it was too late for any child to be up and out. As they approached the swings, Bolin became a little uncomfortable with the silence and, once again, tried to fill it. "So, uh, have you guys thought about, uh, you know, going straight…maybe?"
Brinon hissed as the two carrying Bolin hoisted him up into the air. Bolin let out a high-pitched squeak before he was shoved into a baby swing.
The three boys laughed before turning and deserting the park. Bolin struggled to remove himself from the seat that was meant for toddlers but couldn't get himself out of it. "Alright, very funny, guys," he called as he tried to lift himself out of it to no avail. "Now can you come back and help me…?" he waited, hoping to hear their footsteps coming back but he didn't. Sighing heavily, he slumped into the seat with a large—and childish—pout on his lips.
After five minutes, the fun was over, and he grew bored. After ten minutes, his butt hurt like nobody's business. After fifteen minutes, he began to worry that he'd be stuck there forever and the vulture eagles would be pecking his bones clean by the end of the week. His shook his head, deciding that it would be much more likely that a pack of bandits would come and steal all his possessions. After a half hour, he was not only bored with a very sore behind but he was also quite glum and, as the temperature was dropping, rather cold.
When he heard a pair of footsteps, he didn't acknowledge them at first, thinking they were a figment of his overactive imagination. But as they steadily grew louder, and he realized that it wasn't one but two sets of footprints, he looked up, a hopeful gleam in his eyes.
He felt a sudden pang of panic as he saw who it was. The Northern Watertribe's own princess and prince: Desna and Eska. But the panic diminished as he realized they would help get him out. "Hey! Eska! Desna!" he called out to them, waving erratically.
They turned their heads towards him simultaneously—something they always did but never ceased to creep him out—and began walking his way. "My feeble turtle duck," Eska began. "What are you doing in that infantile contraption?"
"Long story…some old friends thought it'd be funny to play a prank on me and I'm kinda stuck now."
The twins seemed to blink, and Eska's lips began to twitch upward into a smile before she started to laugh. It was loud and sounded like some sort of large bird—maybe a seagull-hawk. As she honked out her laugh, Desna felt his lip twitch upward as well before he let loose his laugh, which was strangely reminiscent of a dying penguin.
"Alright, I know, I know," Bolin sighed. "It's hilarious. Could you help me out?" he tried to appeal to Eska while doing his best puppy dog face, tears gleaming in his eyes.
But it was hard to tell if the twins heard him, and if they did, they didn't acknowledge him. They continued laughing, struggling to breathe. Once their laughter died down—and Desna looked close to being sick from laughing so hard—Eska wiped a tear from her eyes and idly noted. "Whoever exclaimed that laughter was a satisfactory medicine clearly did not know how torturous it is on my cheek muscles."
"Or my spinal cord," Desna added.
"Could you help me down now?" Bolin pleaded.
The twins ignored him, lost in their own conversation as they walked away.
"Guys?" he called out to them as they neared the park's exit. "Guys-"
He broke off as Eska twitched her wrist and a flurry of water shot up from the ground, throwing Bolin out of the swing and into a nearby tree. "Thank you, my lovely piranha-cobra!" he called out to her, waving.
Desna noticed the brief twitch of a smile that flashed across her face as she heard that.
Tada!
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Lots of love, minions!
Yours psychotically,
Vee
