Disclaimer: Still not mine.
2. Past
"Mama?" Sokka asked as he rubbed his tired eyes, trying to keep himself awake long enough to hear the answer to the question he was about to ask.
"Yes darling?" She asked, slipping off his parking and slipping on his nightshirt.
"How do you know when to give someone a betrotal necklace?"
Kya laughed but quickly covered her mouth as she saw her son's seriousness. "Well, why do you ask Sokka? Do you have a certain girl in mind who you want to marry?"
"Yup," Sokka said proudly.
"And who is this lucky lady?" Sokka twisted his fingers over his lips like he was twisting a key in a lock. "Oh, it's a secret! Well, then I'll respect your privacy. So you want to know the first that comes with deciding if you should give a girl a betrothal necklace?" Sokka nodded eagerly. "First, you have to like her a lot. Do you like her Sokka?"
"Oh mama, I love her," the young boy answered earnestly and his mother sighed softly and kissed his forehead.
"That's great. That's the most important thing. But there are some other ones. You ready to hear them?"
"Yes please."
"Do you think you'll be a good husband to her?"
"Yes! I'll be big and strong and brave! Just like Daddy!"
"And do you think she'll be a good wife?"
"Yes. She will cook and clean and sew my pants when they get rippeded. She'll be the best wife ever."
"Well then. You're ready."
"You mean that's all?"
"Yes sir."
"I don't have to be a warrior?"
"Nope."
"I don't have to think she's pretty?"
"That certainly helps. But she doesn't have to be pretty."
"She is though. She's the most beautiful girl I know… Well, second beautiful after you."
"Thank you Sokka," Kya said and she gathered Sokka into a big bear hug. "Now I think it's time for bed. Don't you?"
"No," Sokka mumbled into her chest. "I still have to make the betrotal necklace." He yawned and rubbed at his eyes again and his mother tucked him into his sleeping bag, ignoring the halfhearted attempts of protest from her son.
"Don't worry, I'll make one for you tonight while you sleep." His mother assured, running her hand through his hair and gently undoing his wolftail.
"M'kay," He mumbled, nearly asleep and his mother kissed his forehead one last time.
…
"Mama! Mama!" Katara cried as she ran inside the tent to where her mother was cooking dinner. Her face was red and her hair was flecked with white from the snow outside and in her mittened hand she held something that suspiciously like the necklace Kya had spent a hour working on the night before. On second glance, it looked identical to the necklace she had made last night, right down to the waves design she had carved into the piece of seal bone… But that would mean…
"I'm getting married! Sokka just gave me a betrotal necklace!" Katara gleefully shouted, waving hands and necklace in the air.
"Sokka!" Kya yelled, cursing herself for forgetting the most important rule of getting married.
AN: I guess this really has nothing to do with Tokka, the couple, but Sokka's in it so...