Title: Sokka Versus the World
Author: sleepygeeky
Word Count: 300
Warning: Some crude humor
Challenge: #46, "Et Tu, Brutus?"
Note: Thanks to beckingham (on Livejournal) for unknowingly inspiring a title.
Sokka soon learned that the overthrow of Ozai had been the easy part. With the endless meetings, putting down rebellions, and convincing the other two nations that Prince Zuko really would end the war, the work seemed endless – well, for everyone but Sokka, anyway.
The tribesman, still not convinced of Zuko's good intentions, played spy for a bit, then attempted to clear the palace's larder, paint all the Fire kids' faces in Southern war paint, and draw obscene graffiti on Zuko's framed calligraphy.
"You know, Sokka, that's really immature," Katara informed him, looking down her nose as he added a particularly spectacular pair of breasts onto Princess Azula's royal portrait. He sniffed and went about his artistic endeavors, knowing Aang would appreciate his efforts.
However, the Avatar was too busy negotiating with the Earth Kingdom to do much more than snicker and offer hints for more realistic anatomy: "Those are lopsided, Sokka."
Sokka thought that if the fourteen-year-old Avatar had seen more breasts than him, he should take a lesson from Ozai and commit ritual suicide immediately. When he pronounced this at the evening meal, however, Zuko and Iroh were not amused.
"Fine," He grumbled one morning after three hours of counting scrolls in the Royal Library. "Momo isn't busy, at least." He searched up and down the wing he shared with Katara and Aang, but could not find the lemur anywhere. After an hour of searching, he finally thought to check the mews where the small animal had taken to hanging out during the lonely daytime.
He found Momo holding court with Zuko's pet phoenix, too absorbed to even notice his former traveling companion and meal ticket.
"Aww, not you, too!" Sokka shouted, throwing his hands into the air.
Perhaps he should take Iroh up on that tea party.
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