Disclaimer: I don't own Avatar or the song Making Memories of Us.
Just a little scene that entered my mind while listening to Making Memories of Us. Wish I could draw the scenes in my head, but I'm not a very good artist. So word pictures will have to do. Hope you enjoy!
Sokka's laughter could be heard across the frozen landscape of the south pole.
"Sokka," Hakoda, his father, admonished the young warrior.
"I'm sorry...it's just so, so funny!" Sokka choked out in between fits of laughter.
Zuko glared at his once enemy, now friend, soon to be dearly departed if he had his way, and growled in frustration.
"Why did you have to come?" Zuko bit out. He watched Sokka try to calm himself, but to no avail.
Laughter was his answer.
Hakoda stepped closer to the fire prince and placed a hand on his shoulder as he spoke, "Because hunting and fishing is the job of the men of this tribe. It is a very important time of bonding and coming to understand one another. Especially important for newly named men of the tribe, and particularly important for soon to be in-laws."
Zuko thought over what Hakoda had just told him. He loved Katara and wanted to be a part of her life, and for her to be a part of his. He thought back to the day he asked her to marry him, and how he had told her he wanted to take part in any pre-marital custom she felt necessary.
And when she told him he would have to learn something from her father, he was hopeful. Hopeful that it would be something like how to handle one of their boats, or how to use one of those cursed boomerangs. He would never tell Sokka that he wanted to learn how to use one, but deep down, he did.
He was less than pleased when Hakoda decided it would be how to fish. When would he ever need to know that? He was going to be the Fire Lord one day for Agni's sake. Katara explained that hunting or fishing with your father was a right of passage, and is the sign that you are inducted into the realm of men in the tribe.
He gave in and tried to think positively about the situation. How hard could fishing be?
He'd only ever tried fishing once, and was not, what he would call, successful. He remembered the tiny fish he had speared on the end of that stick and frowned.
So here he was. The future Fire Lord in all his glory. Bundled up in water tribe hunters clothes, complete with fuzzy, blue parka. Trying not to burn Sokka to a crisp while he callously laughed at Zuko's predicament.
"I only have one question," Hakoda started, "Why did you try to get the first fishhook out of your thumb with another fishhook?"
Zuko glared at Sokka as he answered, his laughter dying down as he tried to be serious, "I honestly thought it would work this time."
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C.A.