Writer's Note: This was a prompt from The Flowergirl, looking for some Sokka/Toph fluff.

Warning: Occurs post-series and contains spoilers.

"No way, Wolfbutt!" Toph screamed it, screamed it as loud as she could, and yet Sokka wouldn't let go of her shoulders, nor would be steer her back to the shore. "No! Let go, piss off, and leave me in peace!"

"Nope," Sokka answered. "Think of this as doing me a favour."

Toph squirmed, trying to break his grip, and then stopped immediately when it became clear that if she continued, her feet would give way from beneath her. She instead leaned in closer to him and clung onto him, shrieking.

From the shoreline, both Katara and Suki laughed, clearly enjoying the spectacle. "Come on, Sokka, let it go," Katara advised.

Sokka scowled. "No! I had to pester Zuko for weeks for the materials to make these, and so help me, we're going to use them!"

"Okay." Suki agreed, a hand out. "But why Toph?"

Toph felt her face heat up, and Sokka smirked. "She volunteered."

"I didn't know that these things would suspend my feet several inches from the ground!" Toph protested, her fingers digging into Sokka's shoulders so hard that he yelped and tried to tug them away. "It's bad enough I can't see properly in this stupid place, but then you decide to take away what I can?"

"Are you kidding me?" Sokka growled, finally managing to prise her fingers from his shoulders. "You volunteered!"

Toph snagged his hands, unwilling to let go.

Katara sighed, leaning back on her hands. Suki leaned forward with a smile, finding a sort of perverse amusement in watching the two grapple and bicker amicably. It was a little weird, after all; Sokka had spent most of the few months in the new peace holed up with the Mechanist, inventing new tools to make living in the Poles easier. When he came back with what looked like naked blades, Katara had thought he had finally lost his mind. But when he snapped them onto one of the ice floe boots and showed how it skidded over ice and snow, she was intrigued.

And for the most part, it was working. Toph's moves were jerky and scared, but she was sliding over the ice without much resistance. Katara had to admit that it was rather ingenious, although she would never tell Sokka to his face.

"Just push her!" Suki suddenly called.

Sokka grinned, and Toph went pale. "No, you better not," she snarled. "If you push me, so help me, Sokka, you're dead--!"

Too late. With a heave, Sokka shoved her away from him. She screamed as she skated along the ice, her arms flailing wildly while cursing up a storm. He followed her shortly after, skidding on the ice while catching up to her, and just when it looked like she was going to fall, he caught her.

"Holy shit," she wheezed, her face bright red, resuming her clinging onto him once more. "Again, again!"

Sokka stared. So did Katara and Suki. "What?" they chorused.

Toph grinned. "Again, again!"

So Sokka pushed her, harder this time. She screamed and flailed, but there was a sense of enjoyment in her moves this time, and when her speed died down, she screamed at Sokka to push her again.

Suki was laughing so hard she was crying. Katara just watched with wide eyes, especially when Toph grabbed onto Sokka at the last minute and shrieked in pleasure as he skated along the ice with her, his laughs joining her yells.