A Better Life Chapter 46: Through the years, an avatar: last airbender fanfic

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One bag was larger then the other. The two boys held the bags next to each other. Peering in through the open tops. Bato jiggled his a little to get the good stuff at the bottom towards the top. The Spring breeze blew around the igloo's and brought the vague scent of cook fires and the salty sea to their noses.

The seven year old bit his mitten and peeled it off. He dug around and finally pulled out a large blue ball. A few dollops of darker blue towards the center. Hakoda raised an interested eyebrow.

"Okay…how about one of my dry winterberries for two of your sweetened furry salmon jerkies?" Bato offered. Hakoda rubbed his chin. A tempting offer. He dug around and pulled out the two sugared treats and then paused.

"How about we up the ante? Three of your dried jelly arms for two of my sugar canes?" Bato frowned at that.

"What's the catch?"

"No catch."

"No one likes dried jelly arms. They're filler. You put them in there so that you can eat around them."

"Well I like them." Hakoda said with grin. Bato shrugged and dug around until he pulled out the offending long strings. They traded some more. The sun was shining. Chores were for later. And the village of Wolf cove practically sang with the community.

Hakoda took out a dried jelly arm and slurped it down, wiggling the end at Bato playfully. His buddy chuckled and popped a couple of his own treats. The two stood in companionable silence. Just watching the mid afternoon continue. A few sled dog antelopes trotted pass with their trainer. An old woman and an old man walked to the market arm in arm. A fisherman hauled his days catch along.

The day was cheerful. More then that it was peaceful. It was a day that bled into countless others. A true childhood sort of day.

Bato nudged Hakoda with a grin and pointed down the main walk. Hakoda followed the pointing finger. Bato shook his head with an amazed chuckle.

"What did that weirdo do this time?"

Kya was pouting as she was pushed along in her sled. Her broken leg was set in a splint. Her black eyes were glowering out at the world like an angry otter penguin. She was bundled on top of a dozen different pillows. A sling held her arm in place. She had a large blanket wrapped around her body.

Kya's mother was talking rapidly and gesturing wildly. Chastising her daughter, her life style, and the entire South Pole at large. The cumbersome over filled sled came to a halt at the entrance to the market. The first igloo was a popular destination since it had dried seal jerky inside. Everyone stopped at the seal jerky igloo.

Kya's mother fussed around the little girl, retying some gloves. Tucking some hair behind the round cheeked gals ear. And wagging a finger in her face.

"Don't you dare go anywhere. You are still in a world of trouble." The words drifted over the entire market. You would need to be deaf to have missed them. Kya just continued to pout. Her little bow of a mouth pursed like she'd bitten into something rotten.

Kya's mother ducked into the igloo. Her sizeable rump disappearing into the smokey tasty smelling interior.

"Wanna toss some snowballs at fatty?" Bato asked with a nudge. Hakoda nudged him back, harder.

"She is hurt Bato."

"So? She probably got stuck in a chimney again. Or tried to make another ramp. Or fell through the ice again."

"Don't joke about that." Hakoda snapped. Actually angry. Bato held up his hand in defeat. That wasn't funny. Joking about something as dangerous as rotten ice was no laughing matter.

"Alright alright chief. Whatever." Bato rooted through his bag and pulled out some more treats. He chomped on a few while still watching the angry faced girl.

"Still if you can't pick on the village weirdo who can you pick on?" Bato said with a devilish little smile. Hakoda shook his shaggy head. His hair was coming in wilder then ever this year. His mother had threatened to shave it all off just to be rid of the ultra thick strands.

"Maybe we shouldn't pick on anyone?" Hakoda warned.

"Every year you sound more and more like your mom." Bato popped another winterberry into his mouth. He chewed reflectively before reaching over and making a snowball. "Come on she can't run. It's not like it will do any harm."

A hand reached out and grabbed him by the ear. Hakoda turned in surprise and stared up at Bato's mother. The grim thin faced woman gave his ear a twist and a yank.

"Two hours ago. That's when you were supposed to be home. Two. Hours. Ago." Bato yelped and almost spilled his bag of sweet treats with a howl. She gave his ear a firm shake to make him yowl even harder. Hakoda managed to get a quick goodbye to his friend as the thinner boy was dragged off by his mother back to their igloo.

Kya looked up in surprise as Hakoda walked over to her. He sat down on a pile of snow next to her and offered her his treat bag.

"Want some?" She hestitantly reached out and took a dried jellyfish arm. Her favorite. Many called them filled treats, but she enjoyed the chew. She slurped up the end and he copied her. He glanced at Kya out of the corner of his eye.

Bato wasn't lying when he called her the village weirdo. If it wasn't some sort of accident then she was talking about some sort of strange dream. Or spirits. Or how come they never went the long way to Walrus Whale cove. She also took after her mother in terms of width.

"You're wondering what happened." Kya said with a little frown. Hakoda grinned sheepishly and offered another go at his treat bag.

"Was I that obvious?" Kya's Mom and Hakoda's Mom were friends. Which meant that the two while not besties at least had a polite friendship. Mostly based around convivence.

"It wasn't my fault. But better I tell you."

"It's funnier if I just imagine it right?" He chuckled and tapped his chin. "Let me guess….You stood on top of another igloo and fell through the roof? No wait you tried to make a super strong and lightweight style of sled and crashed through a wall? No! Wait I got it. Mobbed by a flock of penguin otters?"

"Is that your final guess?" She said with a sigh. She looked downcast. Irritable. All of his teasing suddenly felt rather mean spirited.

"You don't have to tell me if you don't want to." He checked the treats. He was low on the jellyfish arms already. He offered them to her. She split it in half and chewed reflectively.

"Do you know how metal floats?" She asked curiously. Hakoda shook his head.

"It doesn't. Wood floats. Ice floats. Metal doesn't float."

"Except when it does float. Ice floats but snow doesn't. Wood floats but not if it is soaked in water and rots. Metal doesn't float, unless it is forged outside of the poles. Why is that?" She turned to him with a tight little smile. "And why don't we know how to make floating metal? Aren't we the Water Tribe? Shouldn't floating be easy for us?" Hakoda frowned at that.

"You didn't."

"I did."

"It's full of booby traps!"

"That's what our parents say. But I went into it anyway."

"And?"

Kya blushed and shifted in her seat, her foot wobbling a little.

"It was full of booby traps."

"You're lucky you weren't hurt. Heck you're lucky you weren't killed. That old Fire Nation wreck could crack through the ice any day." Hakoda lectured her. She rolled her eyes and crossed her one good arm. She looked like a snow bird with ruffled feathers.

"But the point is that it doesn't It hasn't sunk yet. The metal still floats. Metal ships that attack our home still float. But that shouldn't be possible right? But no one will bother to find out why. And maybe….maybe that's why we can't beat back the Fire Nation. Because we are all so busy surviving and living that we don't have time to figure out how to…you know…."

"Defy nature?" Hakoda prompted. Kya frowned.

"Well when you say it like that I sound nuts."

"You are nuts. But a good nuts. I like that sorta nuts." Hakoda rooted around and pulled out a fried nut he had gotten in his grab bag of goodies. He offered it to her, her eyes lit up and she popped the crackly treat into her mouth. She chewed in delight and he tapped his chin.

"Maybe…Maybe we don't have enough metal to make it you know? We don't have the metal so we can't experiment and learn how it does float." Hakoda ventured. Kya sighed in irritation.

"We are so inventive. Everyone here. But it feels like the cold holds us back sometimes."

"I mean it also stops the raiders from setting down any sort of roots." Hakoda responded. This was true. You would need to be nuts to want to live in the poles full time. He stood up and stretched. His back was stiff and he had energy to burn off.

"You want to go sledding?" He asked. She looked at him in surprise. She glanced to the side bashfully.

"I can't exactly hike all the way out there." Hakoda grinned in response.

The swishing of the sled brought Kya's mother running out of the igloo. She saw the empty space where she had parked her little rambunctious daughter. She saw the sled tracks running off towards the village gates. And she saw Kya laughing in delight as Kanna's boy pushed the sled as fast as a loose tornado. Barely avoiding barreling over villagers. And clipping a few igloo's on his way. Kya's head fell back with a whoop of pleasure and Hakoda echoed it.

The giant dancing circle spun again. The couples exchanged their dancing partners. The hum from their deep throat singing darting through the dark and full night. It was already well past moon rise. The stars were twinkling.

If there were any spirits out in the deep dark night they were remaining hidden and crafty. Hakoda clasped a new partner's wrist. The thirteen year old boy's hair was shoulder length. His top knot had sea shells slipped in at the sides. A holy whisperer tossed some strange powder into the fire. The flames leapt thirty feet into the air and turned a bright blue.

The ice crackled beneath them. The paths for the migrating animals growing cleaner and clearer with every stamp of the boots. The girl that Hakoda was dancing with was thin, high cheek boned, her teeth perfect and her eyes reading him like a hungry sea wolf. He blushed and spun with her. Their feet dancing in time.

He had been dancing for over three hours nonstop by now. Many other's had fallen out or joined in. But the important thing was that someone was dancing. Anyone. So the last dancer had the best endurance. And he knew it was going to be him.

The girl was red lipped from the sweet berries harvested from the sea. Her hands darted over his shoulders. She rubbed her hip against him for a brief moment. And then another change in the music came. And she was away.

Hakoda and Kya yelped as they found themselves arm in arm. Their feet moving rapidly. Her braids were flying around her head. The large white shells hanging at the bottom of each reached all the way down to her sizeable bottom.

"Hey!" Hakoda said over the music and the dancing. Kya said hey right back. The two found the music's tempo changing. Their chests were rising and falling in unison. She glanced at his boots then back up.

"Your shoe is unlaced!" She called out to him over the music. He glanced down and swore. Then he frowned.

"Your's don't have laces!" He responded. She grinned cheekily. The black lines running from her lower lip and over her chin flashed in the fire light.

"I know! That way they don't bite into my feet! And I don't lose circulation! Neat huh?" She turned to change partners. He frowned and reacted instinctively. Both then let out a tiny gasp of surprise. His hand caught her wrist and instead of switching partners, they just moved in the circle together. There was a slight falter as their new partners quickly paired up with each other and continued to move around the large village.

He held her as a partner for two additional rotations. Then and only then did they both let go. Bright faced and hot eared.

"This is my favorite holiday." Kya said as she pulled out some jellyfish arms. She bit into the larger base savagely and chewed reflectively. Hakoda took some from their shared treat bag and chewed. They had gotten triple the normal amount. The stall vendor had been only too happy to unload the 'filler' as everyone called it.

"I like the Festival of Lights." Hakoda gazed up at the borealis that was dancing across the sky. It was mostly green, but some shots of purple rippled through.

"Oh, that one is fine. I mean they're all fine. They're holidays after all. No holiday is bad." Kya said with a little grin and tucked her legs under her. The lanterns from the village and the massive bonfires towards the center of the village framed her gloriously. She looked as if she was glowing. "But there's just something about the dancing festival that makes it stand out more to me. Maybe it's the stories. Or the spirits. Or how old the actual traditions are. But I've always found it—"

A snowball hit her right in the back of the head. She turned in shock and another hit her in the forehead. This one was even bigger. Hakoda shot to his feet with a scowl. A few other kids were standing down the hill. They laughed and hefted some more snowballs.

Kya looked down, small, forlorn, ostracized. The casual cruelty of children crashed among the duo. Along with a dozen or so more snowballs. Kya scoffed in irritation. Used to the cruel intrusion. Hakoda on the other hand….

Kya stood up and covered her mouth in shock. He was tearing down the slope. Snow flying behind him like a wild animal. He caught the first kid and flung him to the ground. The next one didn't get too far either. It was four against one. And Hakoda still chased them away. Snow down their parka's, blood on their split lips, and yelping as he pelted them more and more with ice and snow.

He wasn't satisfied until they had all disappeared back into the village igloo's. He turned to look back up at Kya with a nervous little smile. She gave it right back to him.

The raiders had arrived at dawn. Sixteen massive war canoes. Each one full of the yipping howling salt drinkers. They had stormed the wall within minutes. They had a handful of Water Benders with them. Not as many as Wolf Cove. But enough to be a danger.

The real threat came from their warriors. Men armed with clubs and boomerangs. Thick machete's and spears tipped with shards of sea shells. They managed to crush their way inside of the village. The main square was a battle ground. Each alley way and street filled with peeping children and nervous women. The very old and the very young were ushered into the great hall. The men and the older boys were armed and pushing back against the invaders.

The final few Water Benders of the Wolf Cove Southern Water Tribe were rallying at key points. Attempting to whip the worst of the warriors back.

Of all times for her to go out and test her miniature glider this was probably it. Kya huddled near the back outer wall of a storage igloo. She heard crashing inside. A sledge hound rabbit was yipping and then went silent. With a very meaty thwack thwack thwack replacing what has previously been some loud barks.

She flinched and inched around the corner. Her home was full on the other side of the village. Some steam went up nearby. There was no smoke in the air. This was just a simple smash and grab. A rival clan attempting to assert dominance, attempting to show that they were a danger and thus deserved more territory.

But overall they were not too dangerous. Still…This was how people died. This was how clans fell apart. This was how children were taken during raids.

Kya crept around a corner. Her eyes scanning everywhere. She didn't know whose house to choose. Which way to run. Where to hide. A nearby curtain flickered in a doorway. An old Water Tribe woman stuck her head out and glanced this way and that. A little boy stuck his head out too. The old woman spotted her and then waved her over.

Kya began to creep quickly over the frozen ground. Her boots making crunching noises on the snow. The Old Woman's eyes widened in shock and she pulled back suddenly. The cracking on the ice coming towards Kya froze her in place.

"Shoot you're young but you'll do. Come on." The man from Jaguar Elk clan grabbed her by the braid and yanked harshly. Kya let out a wail and kicked at his shins, his legs, his stomach. His broad hand easily could have covered her entire face. He had a scar going down his left eye and he stunk of blubber and smoke.

"Stop squirming you little brat! We're just going to ransom you back to your clan and you'll be home before you—"

"Let her go!" A crack filled the air. The boomerang had hit true. Knocking the man off balance. Kya fell to the ground and crawled away quickly. Hakoda, young impulsive and hard headed grandson of the chief launched himself through the air. He tackled the older man in the shoulders.

The two fell to the ground. Ten year old squirming rapidly over the bigger man, grabbing and yanking and pulling. Kya lifted up a chunk of driftwood from a fire pile. She brought it down harshly on the raiders temple. The thwack brought a sickening end to the entire ordeal. Hakoda was on his feet and grabbing her hand.

"Come on! Run!" He was panting, she was wide eyed. The sky was blue. They were red faced and wild and young and terrified. And the two began to run.

The duo crunched in the mid winter darkness. They had been away for four weeks now. The lights of Wolf Cove shone off in the distance. It would be another day or two before they fully arrivied. The stars reflected back upwards. The sky seemed endless and beautiful.

The South Pole two humped Snow Camel was no longer steaming. The stink was also far back with the thicker intestines. The two yanked, one on either leg. The sled underneath made out of scavenged driftwood and the lucky find of a fur bearing whales bones. They pulled, dragged the meat along, got tired, and paused.

Bato wiped his forehead. His top knot was getting long. Large bangs framed his angular face. His eyes were older beyond their years. His breath came in thick white clouds around his nose and mouth.

Hakoda rubbed his eyes. Exhaustion hanging on every inch of his square jaw and broad handsome nose. He glanced up at the sky and then back towards the food they were bringing. He frowned in thought.

Out of the many different rites of passage into man hood the hunting rite for men was a relatively benign one. You tracked the largest creature you could, you killed it, you brought it home and shared the spoils with the tribe. Not as dangerous and intense ice dodging. Or as boring as the isolation test. But it was still a noble and important cultural ritual.

"We won't be home until tomorrow morning at the earliest. You wanna make camp here for the night?" Hakoda asked. Bato rubbed his stubble. The tall and lanky youth was trying to grow a bit of a goatee. The results were mixed at best.

"It's up to you. You're the one who found him. I just followed your lead." Hakoda scoffed and took out some flint they had scavenged and a small pile of dried seaweed. The fire was small but the warmth was welcome.

The two hunkered down, using the snow camel's stomach as a wind breaker and leaned against the broad belly. The smell of the roasting seaweed made their bellies grumble. But the rules were simple, they would eat their kill once they got home. Until then it was dried seal jerky.

Hakoda took a sip of water and Bato shared the last of his provisions. The two sat and watched the flames dance. The wind howled and they could hear the lapping of the ocean. The two friends had been on countless camping trips together, both with their parents and solo. But nevertheless their companionship was deep and it might not have kept the night away. But it did keep the darkness away.

"It will be nice to get home. Finally see everyone again." Bato said as he chewed the meat.

"The jerky's starting to go stale. Which is concerning on account it's jerky." Hajoda responded. Bato smirked, he'd hit something good.

"Yes sir. Seeing my Mom and Dad again. The boys. Bacuda is actually working on a engagement necklace."

"We should have brought more jerky. Or fresher jerky. Maybe have traded some with Bacuda when we saw him and Sinda out there."

"Bacuda actually told me himself he was going to propose. His old man has been pushing him for it. My Mom wants me to find a nice girl myself. How about yours?" Hakoda shoved the rest of the jerky into his mouth and chewed thoroughly. Until it was a paste, then it was less then that. Then swallowed. Bato quirked an eyebrow and fed some more seaweed to the fire. Illuminating the blush on his buddies cheeks.

"Mmm. Tasty."

"Answer the question."

"What question?"

"Is your Mom pushing for you to get married yet?" Hakoda scoffed and squirmed and crossed his arms. Trying to look as cool as possible. Bato grinned the entire time.

"Maybe."

"Well who are you going to ask?"

"It's not that easy Bato."

"What's not easy about it? You're the fastest runner. The best sailor. You can out wrestle, out box and out plan any man in the village. You're cute as a penguin otter—" Bato grabbed Hakoda's cheeks and stretched them playfully. Hakoda laughed and batted the other boy's hands away in irritation.

"Cut it out!"

"I'm serious. Who do you have your eyes on? I mean really? I bet that you could woo any girl into being a girlfriend. And give it a week a fiancé." Hakoda sighed and warmed his hands over the blaze.

"Don't you dare make fun of me. Or of her."

"I wouldn't dream of it." Bato crossed his heart and leaned forward excitedly. Hakoda sighed.

"Kya."

"Kya." Bato deadpanned.

"Yes Kya."

"Why Kya?"

"Why not Kya?" Hakoda said with a frown. Bato held up a defensive hand.

"I mean I know the two of you have been friends since childhood. And just been close in general it's just…Kya? Really? The village weirdo?"

"She's inventive."

"She's disaster prone."

"She is an independent thinker."

"She's an argumentative little brat."

"She say's what's on her mind. And I like that."

"It isn't because she has a fat butt and tits?" Hakoda scooped up some snow and plopped it right on Bato's head. The other boy yelped and shook himself. The chill reached all the way to his toes.

"Don't be crass. And yes I think that she is very attractive." Bato held up his hands in defeat.

"Okay…Okay…I'll give you that much. She has grown into her looks."

Which she had. While still young Kya had blossomed into quite the beautiful young woman. Full breasts, a round ass, trim stomach and generous hips. Her face was almond shaped with a kissable tapered chin. Her brown hair was full and long and seemed to defy gravity with how much volume was behind it. The awkward aggressive girl of yester year was gone. And now was replaced by the kind eyed, sharp tongued, mature woman.

"It's not just her looks Bato. She sees things differently. And she loves. Whole heartedly. If there is something that she cares about…She puts her all into that. I admire that about her." Hakoda said with a smile. Bato grinned himself and nudged his buddy's arm.

"Well I won't fault you for your tastes in women. If you really do like Kya that way then you should ask her out. Start courting her for real." Hakoda stood up and stretched. He kicked the fire out and stared off at their home.

"Come on. We can show up when the sun rises. Everyone will be eating snow camel for breakfast." Bato sighed and got up himself. They stomped the coals into nothingness and each grabbed a handle on their sled. They began to trudge back home.

The first one to greet them at the gate was Bato's mother. They had been spotted when they were an hours walk away. The village had readied themselves for the return of their grand proud hunters. And had promptly turned out to give them the welcome they deserved.

The snow covered landscape was alive with the shouts and congratulations. Bato's mother had wrapped her boy into the biggest bear hug of his life. Hakoda's mother had wiped his cheek and told him he needed to bathe.

Milling men valued the camel for it's meat, its fur, its bones. How useful it would be. Who might get the choiciest cuts of blubber versus meat. Someone had chopped off the tail and handed it to a wide eyed child who ran off with it to torment her playmates.

The sound of running feet on crunching snow brought Hakoda's head up. Kya was two steps away and then on him.

"Hakoda!" She glomped on. Her arms wrapped around his shoulders. Her parka flapping in the breeze. Half pulled on in her excitement to see him. Her braids had grown, they reached her lower back now. She pulled away and grinned up at him. Her breasts were fuller then the last time he had seen her. And they made her parka stretch and strain to contain all of that good babe meat. Her furs were also shorter, showing off more of her shapely lower legs. As if she had recently just pulled out of a growth spurt. The full brunt of her beautiful face nearly causing him to melt.

In his eyes she was the most beautiful woman in the entire South Pole. Probably in the entire world. And she was holding his arms with a big happy grin on her face.

She frowned in surprise.

"Don't tell me you're sick! You're bright pink!" She placed a hand to his forehead and gasped. "You have a temperature."

"No…It…I…It only…Um."

"It started when he saw you." Bato said with a smirk and a nudge. Hakoda's face only got brighter as he struggled to think up the right response. Kya blinked in confusion. And then began to blush herself as realization set in.

Hakoda let out a swear and stuck his thumb in his mouth. Sucking at the cut and the welling blood. The carving tool had slipped, again, this was the twentieth time. The blue stone winked up at him devilishly. He twisted it one way and then another. The darn thing mocked him, refusing to let him chisel a good image in it. He frowned. His hands and fingers were covered in scrapes, cuts and bandages. He hadn't been this banged up since he first started learning how to fight.

He had carved countless arrows. Dozens of spears, for war and for hunting. He had fallen down crevices. Harvested sea urchins. And yet he couldn't tell for the life of him if this was a decent engagement necklace.

The fire light in the small igloo lit up the entire room. The sleeping mats and furs were pressed to two different sides. A small shelf held their provisions off of the ground and away from any hamster gerbils. He was seated close to the fire. Nearly hunched in half over it. The better to see by.

But he could not see if this was a decent carving or not. He glanced up at his mother. He took a deep breath and shimmied around the fire to where she leaned. Her knitting was sitting in her lap. Her snores filling their home. He nudged her softly. Then harder. Then gave her ear a little pinch.

She snorted and sat up straighter.

"Hmm? What?" She said in irritation. Hakoda grinned sheepishly and held the necklace out in both hands.

"I'm sorry to wake you Mom…But I need your advice. What do you think of this?" She glanced down at the carved piece of stone skeptically.

"Why did a tiger seal play with that rock?" Hakoda groaned and flopped backwards. He rubbed his eyes.

"It really looks that terrible?" The older woman sighed and patted the snow wall beside her.

"Come on. Sit up. You've got a lot to learn boyo." He sat up with a little annoyed frown.

"I just want it to be perfect. Kya deserves the very best. And if I can't give that to her…am I even really man enough to propose to her? I need her to do more then just like it. I know that she will 'like' anything that I give her…but I need her to love it. It's the only way I can—"

"Hush. You're just like your father. You talk too much." Kanna said with a little smile. "He was a fine man. He would have been proud of you. You've accomplished so much already."

Kanna reached up to her neck and unhooked her necklace. She held it out to him with a smile. Hakoda stared in amazement and then at his mother.

"I….Mom…are you sure?" Kanna nodded with a sweet smile.

"I would be honored if Kya wore this. I would be honored if she became a part of our family. And I can't think of a better way to do that then to pass this along." Hakoda took the necklace in awed hands. He had never seen his mother's bare neck before. There was a small white line where the sun hadn't touched.

Hakoda grinned and then tossed himself into her arms. Feeling like a little boy again. Kanna laughed and rubbed her son's broad back. His father truly would have been proud of him. He had grown wonderfully.

The cheers had finally finished as Hakoda had ducked into the igloo. He let out a little laugh. He was floating high off of high quality fermented potato roots. His shoulders stung with how many slaps it had taken. His fingers ached from the amount of handshakes he had to give out. And his cheeks were red and raw from all of the kisses by countless girls and women.

He paused in the middle of the newly constructed house. His house. His home. Their home. His mother was just down the row. Kya's mother had moved into another across the way. That way the family was all in one place.

But this place. These walls. These bricks. They were his. No…even better. They were all theirs.

There was a fire pit. A pile of sleeping furs and a sleeping mat. Some bags of Winter Wine hanging from a peg in the wall and little else. The rest of their things would be brought in over the next few days.

The two most important items were already there. Him and her.

Kya had beaten him to the punch already. The fire was lit. Some scented flowers tossed on to give the room a smoky intimate feel. She was nude. On her side. Legs tucked up under her. Holding herself up on one elbow. Her engagement necklace hugged her throat like a string of hickies.

Her breasts were bare, full, and beautiful. Her pussy was already wet. Her stomach was trim and lovely. Her eyes were wide, saucy, and glorious. He could drown in those eyes. He wished to drown in those eyes.

He slid forward. His shirt the first thing to go. Followed by his boots and socks. He padded barefoot to her. His belt was tossed over his shoulder. She grabbed his pants and yanked hard with a flourish. His dick landed out and she caught it with both hands.

She let out a long low whistle.

"My my my Hakoda. So the rumors about you were true. This is….wow…This is something." She hefted his dense dick. The head was already slippery with anticipation. She licked her lips and then stood up. She got onto tip toes and wrapped her arms around his broad shoulders. Her nipples were already long and hard. She chuckled as she stared up at him.

"You're so tall."

"So are you."

"Yeah…But it's different on a man somehow."

"Some of the greatest leaders of our tribe were short men. They tend to have a bit more ambition." Kya snorted and kissed him on the tip of his nose.

"Fooey on short men and leaders. I don't want a leader. I want my husband." His hands dug into her ass. Hefting her generous booty cheeks. She shivered and sighed. Her toes curling. Out of curiosity she brought her legs up.

She gulped in amazement. She was being held up by her butt cheeks. All of his fingertip strength keeping her in the air. His nails bit into her precious peach like rear.

"You have no idea how long I've waited for this. When I saw you in your dress. When I heard you say I do….When you gave me that kiss…."He bit her nose and she giggled at his savagery. He walked them to the furs and laid them down. "I wanted to take you right then and there. In front of all those people. Let them watch. Let them talk. Let them see how much you mean to me. Show off to your mother. To my mother. Show them how wonderful I find you."

"And how do you find me now oh husband my husband?" She rocked her legs up so that they were wrapped around his hips. He gripped her shoulders and pressed her to the bed.

"Perfection itself. Finer then the moon. More beautiful then the ocean. You are astounding." He kissed her again. His cock head eagerly pushing her pussy lips out of the way. He slid inside of her slippery birth canal. Her pussy was as wet as freshly melted snow. Her feet batted at the air.

He sheathed himself all the way to the base. His balls tightened and pressed against her ass cheeks. She let out a tiny tin like squeak. Her eyes closed, she willed them back open. She was going to watch him. She was going to watch him every second of every day. She was going to watch as he plunged into her deepest depths.

His hips pulled back. His broad chest was thick and heaving. Her breasts bounced under the intensity of his thrusts. He pulled himself halfway out then sunk back in. He held himself off of her, careful, mindful, afraid he might crush her. Afraid she might get hurt.

So afraid…He had never been this afraid before. He was a brave warrior. The grandson of a famous chief. He was a powerful hunter. A provider for his village and his clan. And he was afraid of causing this woman any harm. Any discomfort. Any ounce of suffering.

Kya let out a whine of pleasure. Her heart twitched and went Doki Doki and she orgasmed. She gasped at the suddenness of it. He paused in surprise and fear himself. She smiled and nodded. Sweat standing out on her forehead.

"Keep going my love. This is wonderful. You're wonderful…you…you're just so beautiful Hakoda." He smiled lovingly down at her and began to get back to work. His duty, his job, his greatest job, was to make her feel pleasure. To make every second of her life one of fullness and joy. Everything else would be secondary. He loved her.

He whispered it into her ear over and over again.

He whispered it when she was drooling, teeth grinding, fingernails scratching his bad ass back.

He moaned it as he fucked her from behind doggy style. Her hair a wild mane of brown around their heads. Her knees and elbows gave out and he held her aloft, her face against the fine camel fur that was their new wedding bed. Her mind reeling in joy.

He bellowed it over and over again. As a mantra. She was on her side. One leg up on his shoulder. His hand firmly against her belly. The other hand gripping her ankle. Her arms pillowed her head. She was losing her mind. Her nostrils flared and her lips parted in a perfect 'O' of lust. Sort of like *O* but with eyes and a mouth.

She was drooling. He was sweating. They were joined at the genitals. They tossed their heads back. Their ass cheeks tightened and their backs strained. Their shared orgasm was the biggest, thickest, wettest, slimest one of the night.

The igloo at this point reeked of sex. Of shared body heat. Of their love for each other. Of her breath and his moans. He pressed inside of her. His cock still spasming without any sign of stopping.

She let out little hiccupps of groaning delight. Completely fucked dumb. Cock drunk. Overjoyed with the power of sex.

Someone giggled from the back wall. Followed by shushing noises. Then the snapping sound of a towel and some drunk telling the eavesdroppers to move along already.

"Show's over everyone! Get outta here!" Kya shouted towards the wall. Hakoda let out a meek squeak as he settled down beside her. He gathered her up in his arms and pulled the blankets up to their chins.

"Fuck…are people still doing that? I thought it was only something dumb teens did to get their rocks off." Hakoda grumbled in disgust. Kya laughed and wrapped her arms tightly against his hips. Pulling him harder against her. Her cum filled cunt leaking against his thigh. He didn't mind though. He knew she was carrying far more then just one or two or three of his loads. Getting some of his own jizz on himself was a small price to pay.

"Oh hush. You did the exact same thing." She pressed her forehead to his and did the close kiss. They breathed in and out slowly and softly. Hakoda smiled in happiness.

"You are wonderful. And I love you." He said simply. She sighed and rubbed their noses together. They did not have their eyes open anymore. They were too exhausted to even do that. They just wanted to get by on cuddles and kisses.

Deep inside of her womb sperm was sprinting. Outracing each other. One got there first and full on tackled an awaiting egg. And that was how Sokka came to be.

The blanket fell back into place. He stood to his full height with a deep concerned frown on his face. She was still on her side. One hand resting on her ribs. She had her back to him. The scent of boiling water filled their house.

Hakoda walked forward and sat down beside her. He placed a hand on her head and began to pet her. Kya flinched. Then closed her eyes and pressed the crown of her head against his leg. She was wearing some dirty furs. The same ones she had had on for two weeks.

"Where is Sokka?" Kya asked softly. She ached for her baby. She felt…hollow. As if something had been dragged away from her.

"At his grandmother's. Bato is going to bring them something to eat tonight. It's just you and me right now."

"Just the two of us now." She said softly. Defeatedly. He closed his eyes and nodded. She let out a little whimper of pain and confusion.

"It was the…you did the…"He stared, but both platitudes felt hollow. Hollow and insincere. He gazed at the tea cup. He looked into the pot at the remainders of the Spirit Tea. He frowned and closed his eyes.

"It was my fault. I am so sorry my sweetness." Hakoda covered his mouth and felt his chest heave. Tears prickled from his eyes. Kya looked up in shock. She winced as she got onto her knees. She grabbed him by the cheeks and shook him savagely.

"No! Never say that!"

"Kya…You had to…If I had been…Maybe we could have…"

"Forget could have! This is reality! The…the embryo was sick! It…she…wouldn't have lived long. And those few seconds outside would have been in pain. You did nothing wrong. I did nothing wrong. The spirits merely wanted her. So they took her…She…"Kya leaned her forehead against his shoulder.

"This happens all the time. To everyone. Everywhere. We are not special." Kya said softly. Hakoda squeezed her wrists and shook his head.

"That doesn't make it easier. And besides…You are special." Kya let out a little sick laugh. She was crying again. She had been crying off and on all day. She had vomited multiple times. The damn thing really ran through you.

But a bit of nausea was worlds better then risking her life. The poor thing was definitely going to die. That's what the doctors and medicine women had said. And there had been a high chance of her going too. This was the best solution.

That still didn't mean it was a kind one. Or a happy one.

Kya brushed her fingers over his.

"Tell me about your scars."

"You've heard these stories a million times. At least."

"So make it a million and one more times."

"Very well." Hakoda sighed and kissed her fingertips. "But only if you tell me about these ones."

She smiled and nodded. Her face was sweaty, red, tired, and finally starting to break from her funk.

"Sokka stuck a shard of a bowl into the back of my hand here. Are you sure he is okay with your mother?"

"Positive. She dotes on him." Hakoda smiled and ran his own thick thumb down the side of his pointer finger. "This was from falling off a boat. I snagged the edge as I went. It was sitting on a dry ice flow so the only thing hurt was my dignity."

"And your poor finger." She kissed the scar and then rubbed her wrist. "This was from my first time trying to make a sling shot. The rope swung back and wrapped around my wrist. Took off two layers of skin."

Hakoda kissed the inside of her wrist tenderly.

"How terrible. I wish I had been around. I would have kissed it better."

"Is that what a husband does? Kiss it better?" Kya chuckled. He gripped the robe and slowly slid it down off of her. It puddled around her hips. He kissed her shoulders, up her neck, over her jaw line. His broad scar covered hands massaging every inch of the way.

"No. A father kisses things better. A husband provides for his woman. And I will always provide for you Kya. My food. My hearth. My home. My heart. Anything of mine you want. Ask of it and it's yours. My blood? I will spill it all for you. My strength? I would sacrifice it to you in a heartbeat."

"Your cock?" She teased. He grinned and swooped down to her nipples. Giving one and then another a playful bite.

"You owned that the moment you married me. I am yours. Completely and utterly. As long as I life. You will not know sorrow. And our children will not know want."

"Children?" She asked in surprise. He looked up at her purposefully.

"Children. If you want another then we will have another. Adoption is always there. Or fostering. If you want it to come from your body that is also fine. This was a mere…a detour in the road that is our life. This does not define you. This does not define me. This does not define our family. It is something natural. Something that happens. Kya…I love you. And any child of yours is mine. Just as you are."

She covered her mouth with the back of her hand and let out a little hiccup of delight. He leaned upwards and gave her lips a kiss. She slowly leaned back and he followed her. She might still have been sick. But how she wanted him. And how he wanted her. So they had each other. Again. And again. And again.

The ship was sailing away. The churning of the motor echoed beneath the ice as it cut away from the decimated village. Wolf Cove was dark with soot, ash, oil and blood. The ship was getting away. Hakoda was underneath the ice, he was caught in a current, his wife and daughter were on that ship and he was underneath the ice and it was GETTING AWAY.

He let out a gasp. He kicked off his boots and kicked through the water. He was a strong swimmer. His bones and muscles ached and throbbed in the polar water. There was cold so deep and fierce that it burnt. He did not dare close his eyes. IF he did then he would be lost. The current was dragging him. And he fought to find a way out.

His breath burnt and died inside of his lungs. He crashed against the ice shelf and a string of bubbles puddled out of his mouth. His lips curled back from his teeth. Baring them in anger and rage. His head was throbbing. Blood was dripping from the cut on his forehead. White bone was peaking through. His nostrils flared.

He cut through the water. He finally got free of the undertow. He did not know where he was. A mile away from the cove? Two? The strength of the currents here were dangerously deceptive. You could be halfway across the entire pole and not even know it.

He brought a fist up and pounded it against the ice above his head. It was solid as a stone. He punched elsewhere. If he didn't find a penguin otter hole or a seal breathing tunnel soon then he would suffocate.

That was assuming that the cold didn't get him first. His legs were so heavy. And the water was so insistent. Like a million hands lulling him to sleep. Petting his head. Massaging his muscles. It was a terrifying slow way to go. So cold. So peaceful. He was tired. He was so tired. He snapped a finger punching at the ice.

Then he found it. A hole. His fingers scrambled to find it again. Ice was freezing in his eyelashes. His eyeballs themselves were coated in a thin film. He could see the sky. He could see the edge of the hole. He could see a great white shape somewhere high above him. Clouds perhaps.

With a bellow that would do a tiger seal proud he roared from the depths. He flung himself out onto the ice. Kicking and clambering. He shimmied forward. Coughing up salt water. Shaking his head. His bare hands clawed at the snow. He would lose his thumbs at least. His fingers would die from frost bite. But he was free. He was out of the water.

He could save them. He could save all of them! He would not let the Fire Nation take his wife and daughter!

His hands dug up great fistfuls of snow as he dragged himself forward. He grasped a bare ankle. A pale bare ankle. No sandals. No boots. Just a kimono dancing in a nonexistent breeze. Hakoda blinked.

He slowly gazed up at the woman. She was very tall. And very beautiful. And very pale. With wide lips that smiled down at him in pity. Hakoda shook his head. He knew her. He had always known her.

He had also always known he would meet her….but…not now…not like this….

"Not yet. Not today." He begged. He knew no one ordered Raava. She squatted down before him. She touched his forehead. Healing the wound and pushing the hair off of his head.

"Yes now. Yes today. It has already happened. Look." She pointed over his shoulder. He turned, his back creaking. He knew what he would see. And he did not want to see it. But he saw. And he knew it was already too late.

His body hung out of the hole in the ice. His bare hands gripping a shard of ice. Blood was still steaming against the ground. A polar bear dog was sniffing at his head in fascination. She then opened her great jaws and gripped his corpse by the back of the neck. With a yank of her own mighty neck she hauled him completely out of the hole.

"No…NO! Not like that! Please! Not like that!" He begged and bellowed. He stormed after the beast. He batted infant like at the animal's broad side and powerful back. His fists just flew right through her. His corpses broad strong boots dragged along the ground. Leaving matching divots where they passed.

"You should feel honored. She will feed you to her cubs. They will grow big and strong. And will beget more children. In a way your flesh will feed generations and assure they do not starve this season." He turned to the spirit with anger ripe in his eyes.

"I am supposed to feel comfort in that? In the idea some some….animal will make a meal of me? That my wife and daughter are prisoner's of demons? If they are lucky they are already dead! Is that honor? Is it honorable that my son is alone in this hideous world! How dare you! How dare you say I should feel any honor!" He pointed accusingly at her. His chest heaving. His brow broken out in sweat. Raava still stood, as if she stood above such matters.

Hakoda dropped to his knees and covered his face.

"Why….why did this happen to us?" He sobbed softly. His breath hitching and his body shivering.

"Because something somewhere went very wrong. And we need your help to fix it." Hakoda looked up in shock. Out of all the answers, he was not expecting that one. And it had not come from Raava. But from the boy. The boy with the glowing eyes.

Boy…a young man really. But with soft sensitive features. And Air Bending tattoos. He seemed somehow a mixture. Boy and spirit. Young and old. Out of time and ingrained within it.

"You….Avatar." Hakoda said in amazement. He had heard stories. Everyone had heard stories. But to see an Air Nomad. To meet an actual Avatar. He felt humbled. He felt ashamed. He had been accusing this spirit, THE spirit of all spirits, just a moment ago. And now he felt a burning shame.

"Hakoda of the Southern Water Tribe we need your help." The Avatar kneeled before him and bowed. Hakoda was taken aback. No one had ever kneeled like that before him. This was reserved to chiefs and kings. To dignitaries. He was a simple straightforward man. He commanded a war ship. He protected his home. He was no chief. He was a father.

"My help?" The Avatar looked up again and nodded.

"The world has lost balance. And we must find out how and why. We need your help. And the help of your children."

"Katara lives?"

"And will for a very long time." The Avatar smiled softly. "They will help me in the world of humans and the living and the flesh. I need your help here. In the world of spirits, and elements, of the past and what could be the future."

"My…But what can I do? No what I mean is….What must I do?" He stood up. If he was to bring balance, if the world was to know peace again, then he would do anything.

"Hakoda. I will meet you three times after this." The Avatar raised a fist and began to tick off three fingers. "The first time I shall not know you. The second time I shall not respond to you. The final time you shall give up everything for them. Only through this can we bring the world back to the way it must be. Will you help us?"

Hakoda clenched his fists. His eyes hardened.

"I am at your service Avatar."

"Please. Call me Aang. That's what your children call me already."

The snow blew over an empty space on an empty glacial plain. A great iron boat dragged itself across open ocean. A young boy sobbed with sorrow. And a mother and daughter huddled together in terror. None were sure what their life would become.

And a great shaggy white furred beast dragged her meal to her den. Her cubs waited. And they were hungry.

"Ters." A small butterfly soft hand batted at Kya's cheeks. She opened her eyes with a small smile. The garden was alive with spring. The bugs hummed, bees droned from flower to flower, butterflies and hummingbird moths flicked from one place to another. A small tea tray sat on the blanket beside her.

The cookies had all been eaten while she had been resting. The tea pot was still half full. She was thirsty. The make up under her eyes was running.

"Yes baby those are tears." Kya said as she took his tiny stubby hands. She held them close and batted them together. The two year old frowned in concentration. Words were still stiff and awkward on his tongue.

"Mama sad?" Luda said through his flushed cheeks. His lips were full and he was very round faced and well fed. Kya smiled softly and tucked some of his thick black hair behind one perfect pearl pink ear.

"No my darling. Mama isn't sad. Mama was just thinking of something. Of some memories. Of a time before you were born." Luda cocked his head, absorbing but not understanding.

"Sad memies?"

"No…the memories weren't sad. In fact they were very happy. Of a lifetime ago. Of a place where Mama came from. But they make Mama sad sometimes. And Mama is sorry about that. Mama needs to remember what's important. And why she is here."

"So no sad?" Luda finally seemed to have grasped what was making her tick. And that made him sit back down with a satisfied plop. Kya chuckled and booped his little nose. Making him giggle and bat at her pretty fingers and long red fingernails in delight.

"No…Mama isn't sad. She is very happy. She has a better life here then she ever imagined for herself. So if you ever see Mama cry just know it's Mama being very very silly. Alright me dear sweet boy?" For a moment she recalled another dear sweet boy. A rambunctious gap toothed little guy. Who constantly spoke of gliders and building things. Who got two fishhooks caught in his thumb. Who would nuzzle against her back when she wasn't expecting it. Who was always warm and losing his parka.

She pushed the memories of Sokka aside. Just like his father the thoughts caused her heart to ache. Kya could not afford to think about either of them. If she did….then she would be lost. Lost forever down that hole of memories and regrets.

Luda gripped her slip, he put one hand on her round nine month pregnant belly to support himself. He began to wipe away the tears still on her cheeks. Dabbing at her eyes with his fists. Slapping at her chin until all of the tears and sweat were gone. Her face was still a bright red. The eye shadow and blush was still dripping downwards. But at least she didn't have any tears on her face anymore.

"Mama no sad." Luda said authoritatively. Kya grinned and kissed his forehead lovingly.

"No. Mama is no sad." Kya stood up awkwardly. One hand cradling her stomach carefully. She was carrying the royal seed after all. And she would never let anything happen to it. She would never let anything hurt her children.

Luda took her hand. His other hand going to his mouth where he sucked on his thumb. He looked up at her and grinned in delight. That rare childhood grin that just beams out affection and radiance. Kya grinned back. Her bright blue eyes meeting his strange ones.

She had never once in her life seen eyes such as those.

The city bells were tolling out the time. And she was due to serve lunch to her masters. As was her proper place. The sunlight danced over their red robes, making her expensive gold and leather collar light up. While also playing with the jingling little bells upon Luda's collar. The bells were nowhere near as big as his sister's, but Katara needed to be watched very carefully.

Kya rubbed her stomach as she looked out at the overly green garden. For a moment she felt as if she was being watched. As if a familiar face was peering out at her from the shadows. But she also knew that was ridiculous. She was Fire Nation property. She had no true friends here. Only owners, and fellow pets.

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Editors Note: So this is just pretty much how Kya and Hakoda met?
Creeply: Pretty much.