Whoa, are we at 50 already? That's crazy! And there's only more to come!
Prompt: #13 - Laughter
Word Count: 277
Rating: PG
Author's Notes: Am I the only one who can totally see Toph as a dominatrix? Please tell me I'm not. Part 2 of 4.
"Guys, we are not making Zuko our slave," Katara ordered for what felt like the hundredth time.
"But why not?" Sokka pouted pathetically, crossing his arms and sticking out his lip.
"First off, he probably can't even cook or clean or anything," she argued. "He's a prince. He had people to do all that stuff for him." Sokka nodded understandingly—yeah, right—and she continued. "Second, he'd try to kill us in our sleep or send for the Fire Nation or something. He's a liability. And third, he'd never listen us. He's got more pride than that."
"We'll see about that," Toph declared, striding towards the still-sleeping prince. "Hey, princess, get up. Now. Or I'll kill you," she added, nudging him none-too-gently with her foot.
Zuko groaned, mumbled something that sounded vaguely like "But I don't wanna buy the magic squash," and then rolled over.
"Huh. Would ya look at that. Sugar Queen was right on," Toph agreed, sounding a little taken aback.
Katara glared at her, obviously miffed. "Actually, I'm almost always right, and yet you guys always seem so surprised."
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Zuko awoke later that afternoon, convinced that Katara was actually a platypus-bear trying to force-feed him a magical squash. She gave him a few moments to compose himself, trying desperately to stifle her laughter at the sheer weirdness of the situation. She managed to contain herself as he tried (unsuccessfully) to pat down his wild hair, then realized he was half-naked. Finally he looked straight at her and asked in a perplexed tone, "What are you doing here?"
And then she just couldn't hold in the laughter any more.
END.