Makorra-Nation Prompt 2: Handcuffs
In which Korra and Mako's daughter shows her mischievous side.
Note: This stands alone and is not related to my previous fic. Standard copyright claims apply.
It was a surprisingly quiet night in the Avatar's household. Their youngest child, four months old, was sleeping in his crib. Their five year old daughter was lounging quietly on her parents' laps, and the happy couple was snuggled into each other as they listened to the radio program. Korra's left hand was firmly grasping Mako's right, and everything was all right.
Little Kida's face was planted against her father's diaphragm. She heard his deep, even breathing and almost fell asleep when she saw something dangling out of her father's pocket. His handcuffs fell out of Mako's pocket without him noticing.
Maybe she can finally see her parents dance to her favorite song on the radio.
Quietly, Kida grabbed the metal chains and clasped each end to her parents' wrists. After hearing a faint clicking noise and feeling something cold on her wrist, Korra woke from her light sleep. Raising her head off of Mako's shoulder, she saw a silver cuff on her wrist. She gasped and tried to pull away, but only succeeded in dragging Mako with her, jolting him awake. Kida rolled off her parents' legs and landed none too gently on the floor.
After recovering from the shock of being handcuffed to her husband, Korra looked at the perpetrator.
"Kida, did you do this?" Korra asked calmly.
The girl in question started tearing up, feeling guilty for what she did. She looked up at her parents, sitting up on the floor. Cracking under her father's stern gaze, Kida cried while nodding her head.
"I just wanted to see you together more."
Korra's heart broke at the sentence. She turned to Mako, asking him to unlock them out of the cuffs. Once this was done, she picked up her crying daughter off the floor and placed her gently on her lap. Korra embraced the girl, hushing her and rubbing her back. Mako wrapped his arms around the two of them.
The radio, which was still on started to play the slow song Kida really liked to listen to. At the starting note, Kida perked up.
"Mommy, Daddy," she asked with unshed tears still in her eyes, "Can you dance together?"
Korra and Mako looked at each other, awed by the resilience of their little girl. Looking back at their daughter, the pair nodded. As Mako stood up, Korra placed Kida on the couch. Mako offered his hand to help Korra stand up, and laughing at his chivalry, Korra accepted it.
The two started to dance slowly to the beat. Korra rested her head on Mako's chest, too short to reach any higher. Mako then rested his head on top of hers lightly, engulfed in his wife's scent. Korra could hear Mako's heartbeat, and, smiling, she wrapped her arms around her husband's neck. In turn, Mako wrapped his arms around his lover's waist.
Looking at her parents from the couch, Kida smiled brightly. She loved seeing her parents together.
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