Title: where the sun never sets
Summary: Days drag on long, but sometimes Mako forgets to mind it. \ Makorra, drabble
Disclaimer: I don't own Legend of Korra.
Author's Note: Well, this isn't much but I enjoyed writing it. I was inspired by the brilliant sarsaparillia's smokers outside hospital doors, which is a bunch of super short fics on various fandoms that are awesome.
Also, this is my first foray into LOK fanfiction, so bear with me.
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The days are long here, Mako finds. And not just in the sense that it is summer in the South Pole and so the sun never sets, but days seem to drift by much more slowly.
As a firebender, Mako shouldn't mind the sun so much, but he does. Because while Mako likes the day and all, he also likes the night time. He is a fan of hitting the town at twilight and sneaking out after dark. He likes to watch the sun set with a pretty girl (a certain Avatar comes to mind) and then drag her out of bed (his bed, when possible) in the morning to watch the sun rise too. He likes to watch stars and count comets and a million other things he can't do when the sun never sets.
The days drag long here, he finds, and usually he doesn't like it. He doesn't like it when the artic winds blow hard, as they're apt to, or when it snows or when the ice is thin in some places but he can't tell where, damnit, because he's a firebender who's never been to the poles in his life! He doesn't like it when he has to go fishing for hours on end and then attempt to gut said fish or when Korra wants to teach him how to stew sea prunes or when the village children challenge him to a snowman building contest and he loses ("They're waterbenders, silly," Korra always says, "Of course they're going to beat you!").
Mako nestles down deeper into the too-big parka he's borrowing from Korra's much taller cousin as the artic wind blows hard against his side, extinguishing the small flame he'd had cupped in his hands. Mako shivers and starts up the small flame again.
Suddenly, Korra breaches the water like a whale. "The water's great!" she shouts after surfacing for air again. She clambers up onto Naga's back as ice bobs in the artic sea around them. "You should come in!"
A warm laugh bursts from Mako's lungs.
The days drag on long here at the South Pole, but sometimes Mako doesn't mind.
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