A/n: This is shorter than the other two, it kinda came to my mind after I saw DoBS. Just a nice moment between pondering Sokka and a sleeping Toph.
The Day of Black Sun; when the firebenders lost their bending. The perfect opportunity to defeat the Fire Lord and end the war.
Well, they blew it Sokka thought to himself. They had planned everything, fought hard, and where had that gotten them? Imprisoned, for the majority of the army. But for him and other young members of the invasion force, it had gotten them on the saddle of a flying bison, retreating quickly from the Fire Nation.
A small, sleepy mumble took him briefly from his thoughts. He looked to his right. Slouched forward in an awkward sleeping position with her arms slightly gripping the saddle was Toph. She wasn't holding as tightly in her sleep, so her arms were just kind of leaning over the side.
He couldn't believe her part in the battle today. With her bending, she had made a bolted, metal door seem like foil, tearing through it like it was rice paper.
She had also saved his life twice in one day.
If she hadn't been there, his uncontrolled emotions would have gotten him stabbed or burned. He wouldn't be here now if it wasn't for her.
Sokka glanced again at Toph. Her grip was slowly slipping, and she was going to fall on her side. He stopped her progress, his hands on her sides gently easing her back up. She had fallen asleep with her helmet on, Toph was exhausted after fighting and bending to her fullest. As he pulled her towards him, he noticed how little she was. But at the same time he could feel how powerful her body was as well, her strong arms and legs. Despite her size, she was a force to be reckoned with.
She still had her weaknesses though, Toph wasn't indestructible, no matter how much she thought the contrary. Sokka leaned her tenderly on his right side. He knew Toph never enjoyed air travel, it left her helplessly blind, a feeling she deeply despised feeling.
Sokka removed Toph's helmet for her, placing it next to her. She laid her head on his right shoulder, Sokka rested his chin over her head. He then linked his right arm around her left and clasped her hand tightly.
Sokka wouldn't let her fall, he'd protect her. Even if Toph felt she didn't need his protection.
After all, he owed her one, no, two.
A/n: Like I said, short. Just a little something. So now I'll need to find inspiration to write out another Tokka oneshot to add, and then type it. But for now, hit that little button at the bottom of the screen that says "submit review" and tell me if you liked this and/or want to hear more stories. It isn't that hard to do, honestly :)