Korvira Week

Summary: Korvira Week 2015 by Angel. A collection of the seven topics/prompts for Korvira Week 2015.

Day 3: Trust – Helping Hand

For Kuvirasenpai

You can also read this story as a continuation of 'Spiritual Connection'. This story inspired by fan art by Korraku on tumblr.

"So?" Korra asked, shifting her gaze from the gold tower of light off in the distance. "What do you say? Are you ready to go back?"

"There's no need to put it off any longer," Kuvira muttered. "I must atone for what I did, no matter how long it takes or how severe the outcome." She quickly climbed to her feet, wincing with each movement. The minute she got fully up on her feet, Kuvira gasped in pain, dropping to one knee.

"Slow down." Korra was at Kuvira's side in an instant, grabbing hold of her arm. "You're still injured."

Kuvira roughly pulled her arm away, quickly glancing over at the Avatar. The second time her eyes passed over Korra's physique, she took her time. "…And you don't have a scratch on you," she commented, peering closely.

"Nah, I'm just playing it off." Korra half-smiled. "Trust me; I'm a walking muscle spasm."

"I hit you with a rock," Kuvira deadpanned. "You should be dead." It was then she noticed the small cut and bruising forming on Korra's forehead. Her bangs covered a majority of the injury. Korra reached up and lightly ran her fingertips over her forehead, slightly wincing at the mark. "Your power and strength are unimaginable."

"I've been known to be hard-headed," Korra chuckled. "Something, I'm sure, you've heard the same."

"Along those lines…" Kuvira rolled her eyes. She got her to her feet once more, her knees rapidly shaking, jerking her arm out of the Avatar's grip. Korra watched in silence, her hands slowly inching forward, waiting to catch the injured bender. Kuvira took a few steps forward, trying to even out her breathing, inhaling sharply a few times as the injury on her side gradually split wider. "Let me help you," Korra insisted.

"I got it."

"But."

"I'm fine!"

"No, you're not," Korra said, exasperatedly. Kuvira growled underneath her breath. "You must be in pain, and I don't have any water with me."

"Aren't you a waterbender?" she pointed out. "Aren't you the Avatar?"

"Common misconception." Korra waved her hand in the air, dismissing the comment. "I don't carry a pouch.""

Kuvira gasped in shock as the flower underneath her foot popped out of the ground, a gopher-rabbit spirit hissing angrily at her. She regarded it with a raised eyebrow, staring it down. "I'm sure there's something here you can use."

"No." Korra slowly shook her head. "…you don't mess with Spirit Water."

"Why-"

"Just trust me on this one," she interjected. Korra tilted her head to the side, peering closely at Kuvira, who finally drew her attention away from the spirit animal. Kuvira shifted uncomfortably underneath her gaze. "You do," Korra pressed, "…you trust trust me, don't you?"

"If I were to say I didn't, I would have been obliterated by the spirit beam," Kuvira answered with a sigh. She glanced back at the golden spirit portal, amazed at how far the golden light touched across the field of flowers."It's hard to fathom how someone would question your leadership, and yet, that tends to happen. For one to hold much power, they tend to lean toward one side, regardless."

Kuvira let out a cry of shock as she felt a pair of arms wrap around her mid-section, her feet lifting a bit off of the ground. She somehow was able to shift around in Korra's grip, putting the two face to face at a very close distance, their noses almost touching.

"What do you think you're doing?" Kuvira demanded.

"You won't accept my help so it looks like I'm going to have to carry you through the portal," Korra wheezed. Kuvira tilted her head back, frowning at Korra's breath rushing against her face with every exhale. "You're heavier than I expected."

"Release me at once!" Kuvira roared. She placed her hands on Korra's shoulders, pushing hard against the sturdy frame, ignoring the flare up of pain in her side. Grunting, she lifted her leg, wedging her knee in between their bodies, pushing hard against Korra's firm abdomen.

"Kuvira, I really think-"

"Now!"

"I'm trying to help."

"I don't want your help!"

"Fine." Korra instantly released her grip, holding her hands up in a defensive stance. She took a small step back as Kuvira collapsed to the ground in a heap. The metalbender glared over at her, instantly placing a hand on her side. "I don't get it."

"What?" she snapped.

"I'm just being nice and you won't accept it." Korra placed her hands on her hips. "Is everything always so difficult with you?"

"No," Kuvira grunted. "I don't want your help," she seethed. Korra shrugged, watching as Kuvira slowly climbed back on her feet. Brushing her dark brown hair out of her face, Korra regarded Kuvira in confusion as the latter held her hand out. Korra looked down at the gloved hand, glancing at the open palm, and then stooping low to look underneath before scratching the back of her head in confusion. "I don't want your help…I need it," Kuvira said quietly. "If you would indulge me."

"Of course." Korra nodded. She carefully placed Kuvira's left arm around her neck, wrapping her right arm around the metalbender's torso, careful of the wound stretching up her flank. "We'll go as slow as you need."

"…Thank you." Kuvira shook her head, sweeping her bangs out of her face before turning to look at the Avatar. "Thank you for your help. I greatly appreciate the assistance."

"You and your stubborn ass," Korra breathed, chuckling softly. "You're welcome." She tightened her grip around Kuvira's waist as the metlabender stumbled a bit. "Take your time," she added as the two walked in silence towards the Spirit Portal.