Title- Sokka's Masters

Rating- M

Pairing- Sokka

Summary- This is a fiction of who Sokka learned from, and who he falls in love with.

A/N- I thought of this randomly while watching the Avatar TLA series again for my third time. You never really get to see what Sokka learns when he's being taught. You see some of it, but not that much. I wrote this to show what he learned, who he learned it from, and who he falls in love with… Warning, there are a lot of spoilers and sexual scenes.

Sokka's Masters, Chapter One

Father, My Father

"You've got to think ahead to what your opponent is going to do." Hakoda said with a laugh.

Sokka sat up and brushed the snow from his face with a small growl. "I can't do it dad, you're too strong." He said.

Hakoda strode forward and with one hand helped his thirteen year old son up from the ground. "You're right, I am stronger than you are, but you can do this, I know you can. You have speed and size on your side."

Sokka let out a sigh that fogged in the frigid air, picking up his sword as his father let him go. He stood for a moment and regarded his father closely. He saw the way he stood, his weight unevenly distributed on his feet… That was it! He held back a small smirk and raised the sword again, running toward his father. Hakoda brought his own sword up for a block, and was surprised when it met nothing.

Sokka used his momentum to slide himself under his father's arm. He turned and hooked the end of the sword on his father's ankle, pulling as hard as he could. Hakoda didn't even have time to let out any sound as he fell face first into the snow.

Sokka stood, brushing snow from his jacket. Hakoda rolled over and pushed himself up into a sitting position. "I knew you could do it." He said.

Sokka smiled. "Thanks."

Hakoda pushed himself to his feet. "Now training is over for the day, I want you to go and help your sister anyway you can." He said.

The young warrior rolled his eyes. "Do I have to?"

"Of course you do, now go. I have things to do." Hakoda replied, pushing his son toward the house.

Sokka entered the house. "Hey Katara, Dad told me to come and help you." He said.

Katara turned to look at him. "Well I could use your help to do some laundry." She replied. Sokka let out another sigh and began to gather up all of the clothing and hang it over a small fire so that it would dry.

"So what did you learn today?" Katara questioned.

"I managed to knock dad down." Sokka replied, feeling pride well up inside his chest.

"No way." Katara said disbelievingly.

"Yes way, ask him when he comes home." Sokka said, crossing his arms over his chest.

"You know that Dad won't be home until long after we're asleep. He's always really busy and always comes home late at night."

"Oh yeah." Sokka said. "I wonder what he does."

"It's not any of our business, and don't even think about spying on him." Katara said curtly.

"I wasn't I was just wondering." Sokka said.

Katara shook her head and it was silent until they had finished the laundry.

Sokka woke late in the night in his and Katara's room. He wasn't sure what woke him, or why, all he knew was that there was something off.

He got up quietly and snuck to the doorway, looking out into the dimly lit kitchen area which also doubled as their father's sleeping place. Hakoda was sitting up against the wall, and there was someone sitting in his lap, a woman by the looks of it.

Sokka moved forward slightly, wondering what was going on. He could see her moving up and down rhythmically, and could definitely see that she was unclothed. The blanket fell away from her waist and Sokka recoiled back as finally he understood what was going on.

His father was… having sex with a woman, a woman who was obviously not his mother since she was dead. He shook his head and tried to rid of the images, but it seemed that they were burned into his mind. He crawled back into bed and lay awake, staring at the ceiling for a long time before managing to finally fall asleep.

The next morning he awoke to the sounds of Katara getting dressed for the day. He turned away from her, not wanting to see any of the bare skin he'd seen every day since he could remember. In the freezing cold of the South Pole, it was normal for families to sleep with as little clothing on as possible as to keep each other warm through the night. He didn't want to see it anymore though.

He'd seen enough of Katara to know that even though she was only eleven, she was a beautiful girl whether she saw it or not. He sighed and sat up, pulling on some pants and a tunic before putting on his boots and jacket.

"I'm going to go out for a bit, I'll be back later." He said softly. He had some questions he wanted to ask.

He walked across the village to a large house on the outskirts of it, the healer's hut. He walked inside and knelt on the soft fur skin on the floor as was customary. The healer turned to look at him. "You do not seem ill or injured." She said.

"I'm not, I just have a few questions I would like to ask, and I thought you would be best to answer them since they are questions for my mother." He replied.

The healer moved over to the other side of the low table and sat cross legged in front of it. "You have questions about marriage and consummation I suppose." She said. "Those are the questions that most would ask their mothers after all."

Sokka nodded. "Yes." He replied. "I don't want to ask my father because I was afraid that he wouldn't be able to explain as you can."

A little white lie wouldn't hurt would it?

"That is what the women of the tribe are for. We are here for any questions you may have; now where should we start?"

Sokka looked away embarrassedly. "From the beginning I suppose, I don't know anything, I was too young for my mother to explain when she disappeared, and it hasn't come to mind until now."

"What brought it to mind?" she questioned.

"I am only a few years away from marrying age; I thought that if I knew now, I wouldn't have to ask when I do find a wife. I thought that I would be prepared for what's to come."

The healer smiled. "You are a smart boy." She said. "Alright, we'll start from the beginning."

Sokka sat and listened to what she had to say, taking in every word about love, and 'urges' and finally about the act itself.

"There is nothing dirty about sex." The healer began with. "It is in fact a very pure act it's used to show love and affection, or just attraction to a certain person. You may have noticed that you are attracted to some of the women in the tribe, whether they are older than you or not." Here she waited for his reply.

"I suppose." He said. "But not really. There are many beautiful women here in the tribe, and I have noticed them all, but I don't think that's what you mean by 'attracted to'."

She nodded. "That's beside the point. Sokka, you need to understand that while you're still young, you will find someone to love, and you will marry her. When you do marry, you need to consummate the marriage. In other words, you must have sex."

She continued on with Sokka hanging on her every word. When he left her house, he was almost more confused than when he'd gone in. He didn't understand. He'd done a few of the things she'd said, though he had been slightly ashamed to admit it, but that still didn't explain much of anything. Maybe he should go back and ask her more clear questions, rather than just ask for the 'big picture'.

He thought about it for a moment, then decided against it, he'd already taken up enough of her time, she had other things to do than explain sex to him. He was sure that with the knowledge he already had he could piece together everything else.

It was no more than a couple of weeks later that his father left.

End chapter one. I know it's not the greatest, but it's not the worst either. The next one will be better, trust me.