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Zuko's boots crunched through the thick layer of snow as he trudges through the desolate snowfield. The cold wind sliced through his cheeks like tiny knives as he moves forward. He breathes into his hands, a soft tiny flame flares from his mouth, warming his body briefly before the icy cold grips him once more. Each step grew heavier and heavier as he drags himself through the snow and wind, but he couldn't stop. It took him far longer to get here after so many twists and turns on the path but he finally made it.
Pinga’s mountain laid ahead, and the spirit could be the key to saving his sister and his nation from a terrible fate.
He sees the entrance at the base of the mountain and hurries inside. The cold air prickles his lungs as he takes deep breaths, and the wind seems to blow even harder the closer he got. With one last push of his legs, he makes it inside the mountain cave. The wind bellows in his ears once more just as he steps foot inside, before falling silent as he passes through.
Just as the Southern Water tribesmen said, he sees the trail up ahead marked by the glowing blue rocks. He swallows thickly and looks behind him towards the entrance. The snowy wind from before had grown into a blizzard and whited out the air.
There was no other way now but forward.
Zuko steels himself and walks towards the glowing path.
As he walks deeper into the mountain the air grows warmer. There was a charged heavy feeling around him that made his skin buzz. Like he was walking through a thunderstorm. The deeper he goes the brighter and more abundant the light.
The dark bare rock now has spots of grass and moss growing on the surface. Life seems to stir here in the warm comforts of the spirit's abode, and Zuko can hear the trickle of water ahead. Finally he reaches the end of the path. A large cavern with great opaque white columns with green grass covering the ground. At the center was a large pool of clear still water. There was a small rock path that went straight to a stone alter resting in the middle of the pool. On either side of the alter were statues of two great wolves standing at attention.
Zuko gulps as he nervously takes off his shoes at the entrance of the cavern. He strips off most of his outerwear as well since the air was so warm, until he was only in his inner red tunic and long pants. He carefully takes a step inside, letting his toes curl onto the soft grass.
When nothing happened, Zuko takes another tentative step and makes his way to the alter. He clutches the offering bag in his hands and prays all the while. Prays that his sister was safe. That the spirit would listen to his request. That his wish would be granted. He prays as he walks down the stone path, the rocks feel cool against his feet, and as he got closer it felt like he was being scrutinized like a bug under a glass.
He takes a steadying breath and keeps his eyes firm and his head straight, remembering the words his father, Iroh once told him.
"You are a prince of the Fire Nation, Zuko. And you must show equal respect for the spirits and for yourself, if you want them to listen."
Zuko had never been very good at respecting himself, but for Azula he would do his best so the spirits would listen. He lights the incense with his fire and places it on the censer built into the alter. Then he takes out the sachet with the offerings for the spirit Pinga and puts it inside the alter. Then he claps his hand together and says his prayers hoping that they would reach the spirit.
Please great spirit, Pinga, if you can hear me, please grant me my wish. I just want to protect my little sister.
He stays there for a few moments praying fervently until he opens his eyes. He looks around and…nothing. No trace of the spirit or their emissary. Zuko's heart sinks, and he wonders if he did something wrong. The Southern Water tribesmen said that Pinga would almost always answer the call, unless the person praying had a dark nefarious reason for requesting their blessing. Normally they'd answer almost right away, either showing up in person as a woman in blue robes or a blue penguin-otter and give them the spirit's mark to bless them.
Zuko feels disheartened. Was his prayer not good enough? Did he harbor some dark or malicious thoughts towards his sister? He was so lost in thought he didn't notice it when suddenly a deep rumbling voice behind him asks:
"Hey where are you going?"
Zuko gasps and instinctively throws a punch.
A large callused hand grabs Zuko's fists. "Wow that was a nice punch!"
But Zuko who was still tense and caught off guard, pivots and grabs the huge arm holding Zuko's fists. His legs kick out, hitting the larger man's knees out. There's a loud 'Oof' and Zuko feels the center of the man's gravity shift. He uses that momentum slide under the larger man and throws him over his shoulder into the pool of water, where the man hits it with a loud 'SPLASH!'.
Finally Zuko stands over the pool, fists ready and smoking as he stands over the man sputtering in the water.
"Who the fuck are you? Who sent you? Was it my uncle?" Zuko grows. Fuck did his damn uncle, Ozai, and his group find out where he was going? Did they send an assassin to get rid of him?
It wouldn't be the first time and it probably wouldn't be the last.
The man sputters and sits up in the shallow pool, lifting his hair from his face and wiping the water away. He stares at Zuko with bright glimmering blue eyes and smiles. He raises his hands up peaceably.
"Whoa there, firecracker. I'm not who you think I am."
Zuko blinks. "You're not an asshole that my asshole uncle sent to kill me?"
The man laughs brightly and Zuko couldn't help but notice the man had wolfishly long canines. "No, I'm not. I swear on my mother's name." The man says easily.
Zuko flushes red and relaxes his stance. He holds his hands out and apologizes. "Oh Agni, I'm so sorry. I didn't mean to―I thought my uncle sent someone to kill me again…" he says nervously.
Fortunately the man in the pool seemed good humored about it and shakes his head, spreading water droplets around the area. Then he takes Zuko's hand, and gets up, letting Zuko get an eyeful of the man.
And what an eyeful he got.
A zing goes down Zuko's spine when the man finally stands at full height. He was huge. Taller than anyone Zuko had ever seen. Even with the water up to his knees, he was still about a hand taller than Zuko. And by the spirits, those shoulders. Those bare broad chocolate shoulders that went down a chiseled torso with criss-crossing geometric patterns. Zuko's eyes are locked in at the rivulets of water that flow through the peaks and valleys of the man's abs. Dipping down to the pants that hang low on his hips wetting them down--down…
Zuko feels his mouth go dry when he sees the shadow of the man's member.
The first thought was: Spirits…that can't humanly be possible.
The second thought was: I want that in me
Suddenly there's a large hand that fills his vision. A single finger goes under his chin and guides his head back up.
Gold eyes meet an electric icy blue that gleam with amusement. "My eyes are up here, firecracker."
Zuko's face burst in to flames as he stutters an apology, but the man just laughs. "Since you got a pretty good look I'll call us even. But you know you still haven't told me what you're doing here. It's not the typical season I get visitors."
"Visitors…you live here?" Zuko asks tilting his head.
The man smirks and shrugs. "Well…yeah usually. I don't really have much of a reason to leave."
"But how could you live here? I thought only the―" Suddenly, it was like lightning struck him. His mouth gaps open as he finally takes note of the otherworldly aura around the man and the clear blue eyes that shimmered like the cold icy seas.
"A-Ah y-you're…" Zuko gapes unable to say the words.
The man smiles. "Yup! I'm one of the guardian spirits of the Water tribe, at your service. They call me a lot of things but you can just call me Sokka. Way easier than my other names."
Pinga wasn't really that hard to say, but Zuko wasn't going to correct him on something like that. Especially after Zuko threw a sacred guardian spirit into his own pool.
"I'msosorryforpuchingyouandthrowingyouinthewater!" Zuko blurts out with a red face.
Sokka grins and pats Zuko's shoulder. "Nah don't worry about it. It was pretty cool, I was very impressed by your abilities."
"But still…"
Sokka waves his hand in the air. "Don't worry about it, all under the bridge. I shouldn't have startled you like that. But what about you? What's your name and what are you doing here with such fervent prayers?"
Zuko bows his head, "I'm Zuko, and…I'm here because I―I―" Zuko flushes red and squeezes his eyes shut. "Ineedyoutohelpmebearachild!" he squeaks in a single breath.
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The spirit looks at him with his bright blue eyes as if they were staring straight at his soul, and Zuko squirms underneath the attention. Sokka takes a step closer and leans a little towards Zuko.
"Hmm…you want a child from me? Why?" Sokka asks tilting his head.
Zuko swallows. "My father, Iroh, and older brother, Lu Ten, died suddenly in an accident while they were helping our people in the colonies. I took over as Firelord, but…there's something wrong with my body and it can't produce seed that can take root. It's been a sticking point with many of the lords and council-members. They fear that the royal bloodline would be at risk of being wiped out, and my uncle, Ozai, he's been building a powerbase and swayed many nobles and council members to his side. If I don't find a solution soon, he'll try to make me abdicate and that would leave my younger sister, Azula as the next heir. She's only ten though and my uncle would probably try to force himself to be her regent, or worse, he'll marry her to join our claims and keep the bloodline pure." Zuko explains shuddering at the thought of his older uncle claiming his baby sister.
He looks back up at the spirit with fierce determination in his eyes. "So I need to have an heir. I have to protect my sister and my people from my uncle who'd plunge the Fire Nation into war."
Sokka stares at him with bright eyes and then asks. "And if this never happened, would you never have wanted a child?”
"Of course not!" Zuko exclaims fiercely. "I always wanted a child, but with my condition I thought I'd never have one…until I met Princess Yue of the Northern Water Tribe and told me stories about you. I always planned to come here once I found a partner, but now…"
Zuko bites his lips, "I know it's not ideal timing and there are political reasons involved, but I’ve always wanted a child more than anything. So…will you please bless me with a baby?"
The spirit's long piercing gaze, makes Zuko squirm, but he keeps his head up. After a long moment, Sokka smiles and nods. "Alright, Zuko. I've heard your prayers, and I'll bless you with a warrior child."
Zuko sucks in a deep breath and his eyes shimmer. "You will? T-Thank you!"
Sokka grins. "Don't thank me yet. It's quite a process and might take some time."
"What do you mean?" Zuko asks.
"For you to bear a child I'll have to―ah―be a little hands-on, and depending on how strongly you pray during the process, it might take some time for the blessing to take root." Sokka explains.
Zuko swallows thickly. He didn’t recall anyone saying that it was 'hands-on' but it was probably embarrassing for them to say, and it made sense that the spirit needed to be hands on to bless the person having a child. So Zuko forges ahead and nods. "That's fine. I'm ready to do whatever it takes."
Sokka smiles sharply, and he wraps his arm around Zuko's waist and lifts him up. Zuko was taken by surprise and nearly squeaks as he puts his arms around Sokka's neck to keep balance.
Spirits he was so strong, and with Sokka holding him like this, Zuko could feel just how big Sokka was compared to him. It lit a fire in his belly just thinking about how Sokka could just toss him around and envelope him.
While Zuko was busy daydreaming, Sokka draws a rune in the air with his free hand. The golden lines ripple and the air shimmers around them. It almost looked like Sokka pulled the air away like a curtain and enters a plush space filled with furs and a warm hearth on the other end. Zuko is gently deposited on the bed and his body sinks against the soft mattress and furs. Then Sokka waves his hand in the air, and a cup materializes in his hands.
He hands it to Zuko and says, "Drink. It'll make things more comfortable and prepare your body to take my blessing."
Zuko takes the cup and looks down at the green sludge. He grimaces and holds his breath as he downs it. The drink settles warmly in his belly and he feels his body lightly tingle. Then a large warm hand comes up to gently caress Zuko's cheeks. They trace his sharp cheekbones, down to his chin and before tilting his head up slightly.
Icy blue eyes stare deeply into him, and Zuko feels his face start to flush red. The spirit smiles, showing off his sharp canines and moves his head closer until they were only a mere hairsbreadth away.
Sokka breathes deeply as if he were trying to take in Zuko's scent and then brings his hand up to Zuko's topknot.
"Can I take it off?" Sokka asks.
"Yes." Zuko whispers breathlessly.
The hairpiece slips off and Zuko's thick long black hair cascades down his back and shoulders.
"Wow, how beautiful." Sokka says as he runs his fingers through Zuko's hair. His large hands were gentle as he cards through the long locks sending shivers through Zuko body. Then Sokka leans in further, his cheeks touching Zuko’s as he presses his nose against Zuko’s locks taking a deep breath.
He runs his nose down, following the curve of Zuko’s neck to his shoulder, nuzzling it. Zuko sighs softly under the ministrations and leans his head against Sokka’s. He’s never had someone who touched him like this and makes tiny soap bubbles of giddiness form in his heart. When Sokka pulls away, he lifts a strand of Zuko's hair and kisses it softly.
Zuko blushes at the soft attention. "Enough it's just hair."
"Pretty hair." Sokka says wiggling his brow.
Zuko pouts and pulls his hair away. Sokka laughs lightly and frames Zuko between his large thick arms. His large body looms over Zuko and seeing how completely Sokka eclipses him is doing something to Zuko. Sokka leans close once more and presses a soft kiss against Zuko's lips. Zuko sighs as he feels the warm lips on him and wraps his arms around Sokka's neck. It starts gently, but as they move against each other it heats and grows more frenzied.
A big hand comes around under Zuko's butt and lifts him without even breaking the kiss. Sokka readjusts them so Zuko was now straddling the large spirit and Sokka was beneath him. The hands keep moving along Zuko's body igniting sparks across his skin. Zuko gasps as little flashes of pleasure dance across his spine as Sokka dives forward deepening the kiss and thrusting his tongue into Zuko's smaller mouth. It felt like Sokka was devouring him, and the heat in Zuko's body flared and grew like an uncontrollable wildfire.
When they finally parted, Zuko was flush and panting, gazing down at Sokka with his hazy golden eyes.
The spirit chuckles and presses his thumb against Zuko's now plump bottom lip. "C'mon firecracker, you can't be out of breath already from this." Sokka teases.
Zuko blushes, but feeling emboldened, he rolls his hips against Sokka's groin, feeling the thick clothed member rubbing against his own. Sokka hisses at the contact and Zuko grins down at him with satisfaction.
"C'mon, Sokka, don't tell me you're already so hard from a little bender like me?" Zuko teases back.
There's a rumbling growl, and two hands grip suddenly grip Zuko's waist. Then Sokka rolls his hips up, keeping Zuko's ass down and letting their clothed erections frot against each other. Zuko moans at the sweet friction and tries to thrust back, but Sokka's grip was tight against his waist. He's helplessly kept in place as Sokka continues to thrust his hips up and rub against him.
Zuko feels the wildfire inside him grow and grow, heating his insides until a sheen of sweat forms against his forehead. He could feel that he was close (so close), and he grips Sokka's shoulders tightly as Zuko desperately tries to get more friction, more contact, more Sokka to alleviate the growing furnace inside him. The hot pressure builds and builds against Zuko's body until finally it snaps.
His vision whites out and his back arches as he comes spilling into his pants. He's crying out in pleasure, mouth agape and eyelids fluttering as the orgasm crashes into him.
As he comes down from his high, mortification sweeps through him and he hides his face in Sokka's warm shoulders. But the spirit jostles him and pulls Zuko away.
"Why are you hiding your pretty face?" Sokka asks.
"It's not pretty when I'm coming." Zuko tries to say, but Sokka just hums and presses his nose against the crown of Zuko's hair.
"I think it makes you look even prettier."
Zuko wants to protest, but the words are caught in his throat when Sokka pulls his tunic and pants off, discarding them aside leaving Zuko naked.
The spirit whistles lowly as he takes in Zuko's toned pale body. "Wow. Pretty and hot." he compliments.
Fire erupts on Zuko's face and Sokka glides his fingers down Zuko's chest. "You even get red here." he chuckles.
Zuko desperately wants to hide his face from the teasing spirit, but then Sokka stands and pulls his pants down in one swift motion.
Zuko's gaze was arrested by the bare thick dark cock nestled between Sokka's legs. That large member was heavily erect. Precum forming at the tip before dripping down the long veiny shaft.
"My eyes are up here." Sokka says with a light voice.
"I'm not looking at your eyes." Zuko says absentmindedly before realizing that he said that out loud. "Ah I mean…"
Sokka chuckles and comes close enough that his cock was now a finger's width away from Zuko's face.
“Then take your time and have good look.” Sokka says as he peers down at Zuko.
Zuko’s breath catches as he stares up at the large cock, and the only thing going through his mind was how much he wanted to taste it. And because Zuko was a weak man for big dicks, he closes the distance and drags his tongue over the shaft.
Sokka groans as the wet hot tongue goes over his cock. Running up the shaft and swirling at the tip. Zuko's small mouth could hardly fit around it, and all he could do was suckle at the tip while his hands grip the base, moving up and down to stimulate the pillar.
Zuko can hear the spirit's breathing start to stutter, and the member starts twitching uncontrollably in his hand. A large hand reaches back and grabs a fistful of Zuko’s hair, clenching it tightly as he suckles the tip of Sokka's cock. Feeling those large hands twisting and pulling at his hair makes the heat flare once more in Zuko's belly. He hums against the tip, and suddenly Sokka groans and shoots come from his dick, coating Zuko's face and throat.
There's a sigh above him and the hands untangle themselves from his hair. Zuko looks up to Sokka who's staring at him with heated heavy eyes. His hands come to Zuko's face and wipes away some of the come from his lips and face. Then Sokka swoops down and kisses him once more as if trying to clean up every trace of come from Zuko's mouth.
As Zuko moans into the kiss, he feels himself being manhandled once again as he's pushed back onto the center of the bed with Soka hovering on top of him. Sokka licks his lips as if he's looking at a particularly good meal and then asks, "Have you ever done it with a man before?"
Zuko blushes unsure why he asked but nods. "Yes."
"Good then you know what I'm going to do next." Sokka says as he leans his body down between Zuko’s legs. Then he dips his hands in-between Zuko's lower cheeks and spreads them, revealing the puckered entrance.
Zuko was prepared for finger, even for Sokka to just start thrusting into him with his large cock, but he never anticipated the hot tongue that completely enveloped his entrance.
Zuko clenches and tries to push Sokka’s head away, “W-Wait what are you—?”
Sokka stops and looks up at Zuko. “What? No one ever licked your pretty hole, sweetie?”
Before Zuko could yell out ‘why would they?!’ Sokka dives back in. His tongue presses flat against Zuko’s entrance and laves it until it’s thoroughly wet.
Zuko moans suddenly at the new sensations going through him. His sensitive entrance twitches with each hot lick, and his insides were boiling. And then that large hot tongue enters him.
Zuko’s eyes widen at the intrusion. It’s different than a finger or a cock. It wets his insides as it circles and thrusts itself against his walls. Zuko groans lowly as the tongue just barely reaches the edge of his prostate, teasing it lighting and sending little sparks of pleasure through him.
Then Sokka pulls away, leaving Zuko feeling empty. He whines without knowing and Sokka shushes him.
“Be patient sweetie gotta prep your cute tight hole.” Sokka says.
A thick slick finger enters Zuko and he gasps throwing his head back.
“A-ah-hah!” That nimble single digit already found his prostrate and was eagerly teasing it. Each press sends electric heat through Zuko. His eyes flutter as the familiar pleasurable pressure starts to build in his body.
When Sokka adds the second finger, Zuko is gone. His mind and body lost in the addictive pleasure.
Zuko doesn’t know if he’s particularly sensitive because of the drink or if Sokka is just that good, but he comes twice just on Sokka’s fingers.
And each time Sokka laps up the come on Zuko’s stomach, cleaning him thoroughly as he continues to fuck Zuko’s insides with his fingers.
Zuko is left a panting sweating mess on the bed by the time Sokka deems him fully stretched. And if this was how he feels after a little finger fucking, he isn’t sure if he could survive Sokka actually fucking him.
Those big hands are once again on his thighs, this time lifting them up and pulling Zuko flush against Sokka’s hot body.
The large thick cock presses against Zuko’s entrance and all he wants is for it to go inside and start fucking him stupid.
But Sokka suddenly grabs Zuko’s hands and clasps them together as if he were praying. Those blue eyes glitter as they stare right at him.
“Are you ready to take my blessing?” Sokka asks.
Zuko swallows and nods, “Yes. Please give me all your blessings.”
Sokka grins wolfishly, “You better not forget your words. And make sure you fervently pray for my blessing to take hold.”
Zuko is sure he won’t have trouble doing that. Not when he’s already feeling so desperately empty and wants that baby in him already.
Zuko only sees a flash of gleaming teeth and then his mind goes blank. He’s not sure if he’s screaming but his mouth is gaped wide open. There’s a wetness on his abdomen and he belatedly realizes that he must have come a little. It felt like his mind was still trying to connect what happened to his body, and then…everything rushes through him.
It felt like Sokka’s cock was bumping against his lungs. His thighs trembled in Sokka’s hold as his hole is inhumanly stretched across the wide girth. He looks down and sees that his belly is bulged where the cock was now nestled and he tries to breath deeply but it felt like he was too stuffed to properly get air.
But then Sokka is there. He leans down and nuzzles his nose against Zuko’s neck, telling him, “Breathe sweetie. Just breathe. I got you.”
Zuko forces the air into his lungs as he breathes heavily. The cock shifts a bit inside him and Zuko’s vision blanks for a moment. His insides tingle as the thick member presses against his sensitive insides.
“Zuko, I’m going to move now.” Sokka whispers in his ear.
Zuko barely has a chance to register it when he feels the first shallow thrust.
“AH~!”
Zuko’s prostate is being crushed by the cock as it thrusts inside again. His comes just a little again, squirting out his thin come on his belly as Sokka thrusts back in.
Every nerve in Zuko’s body is alight. It burns like an unending fire as he takes Sokka into him again and again. His mind goes blank, and all his senses are overtaken by Sokka. His weight, his touch, his breath, his scent.
Zuko is hurtling towards unending ecstasy as his insides are rearranged by Sokka’s cock.
“Bless mee—AH! Bless me! Bless me with ur childd—uhnn!” Zuko begs as he comes again and again on Sokka’s cock.
Zuko’s world suddenly tilts and now he’s on top with Sokka beneath him. Sokka hands are holding onto his waist in a bruising grip and he moves Zuko up and down his cock as if he were nothing but a rag doll. A little toy just for Sokka to fuck.
The thought makes his head go numb and his groin go hot. Sokka keeps lifting him up and down, pushing his massive member even deeper inside Zuko.
A large hand presses against the bulge in Zuko’s stomach, sending Zuko into a frenzy as his sensitive insides are crushed between Sokka’s hand and cock.
“D-don’t! Don’t crush it I’m gunna! I’m gunna pee!” Zuko cries out.
Sokka grins and just says, “Then let it all out.” He picks Zuko up, lifting him off his cock and slamming him down, reaching all the way inside.
Zuko screams silently as he throws his head back, and sprays all over them. His cock keeps leaking as Sokka keeps fucking him. At some point, Sokka flips their positions and Zuko is on this stomach, his ass lifted up as Sokka keeps pounding and pounding.
Time loses meaning and Zuko isn’t sure what up or down is. All he knows is Sokka and the hazy pleasure that rushes through his body.
At some point, he could feel the come overflowing from his asshole, leaking down onto the bed.
‘Ah I can’t let it out.’ Zuko thinks weakly as he tries to lift his hand back and push the come back in.
Sokka notices and bites his neck teasingly. “What are you doing Sweetheart?”
“Come…k-keep the come inshide or I won’t have a baby.” Zuko murmurs.
He feels Sokka shiver against him and a heavy aura seems to suddenly presses up against them. Zuko tastes the icy glacial winds on his tongue and he feels something large and heavy grow inside him.
“A-Ah what? What’s happening?” Zuko moans.
Sokka licks his neck nibbling it and flicks his hard nipples. “It’s alright. I’m just preparing to give you your baby. I’ll stuff you to the brim and make you heavy with my child.”
Zuko shivers at the though and presses his hands against his already swollen belly.
“Please. Please—“ Zuko begs.
Sokka chuckles and he bites Zuko’s neck. Something triggers inside Zuko. Like his skin was suddenly too tight, and the fire in his belly had turned into the sun burning through his nerves and leaving something new in the ashes.
He’s coming again, his cock barely letting out a trickle, as his vision whites out. The pressure in his ass peaks and he’s being filled and filled and filled…
His stomach distends as Sokka keeps coming inside him and just before Zuko passes out he feels a flash and a flicker of a tiny flame in his belly.
Zuko wakes surprisingly refreshed and warm. He finds a thick white fur blanket over him as he sits up. The room was lit with candles and lamps around him, but there was no sign of Sokka.
Zuko looks down on his belly and sees a crest just below his belly button. Zuko gasps and puts his hands over the crest, it was warm and when he closes his eyes and focuses on it, he feels a tiny flicker against his spirit. The tiny flame of a child.
Tears spring to his eyes but he holds it in. He should find the god and thank him before he leaves. He swings his legs out of bed but realizes that he was naked underneath. So he pulls the blankets over his shoulders and walks out of the room.
He somehow finds his way back to the pool where he first met the spirit but still no sign of him. Zuko tries not to feel too disappointed. What was he expecting? The spirit had better things to do than hang around a one night stand.
Still…
“That jerk could have at least left me my clothes.” Zuko mutters.
“What jerk?”
Zuko spins around and sees Sokka hauling the carcass of a huge lionseal.
“Y-you’re back!” Zuko exclaims.
Sokka grins and presses a kiss on his forehead. “Of course. I wouldn't just cut and run. You’ve got my baby now. I need to take responsibility and look after you and our little flameo.”
Zuko blinks. “You will? You…do this for everyone you give a child to?” Zuko asks feeling a little lost.
“Well yeah. It’s why I don’t usually do it. Last time was…hmm maybe 2–no—350 years ago? Kyoshi was my daughter, and man was she a spitfire.”
Okay now Zuko was even more confused.
“I thought you blessed a couple just last year?” Zuko mutters.
Now Sokka looks at him strangely. “I definitely don’t remember that. With a good hunt or sea voyage maybe but definitely not a child.”
Suddenly a thought strikes him and Zuko nearly falls to the floor in embarrassment. “Oh spirits…you’re not Pinga.”
Sokka stares back. “Pinga?—oh yeah Katara—No that’s my sister.”
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…
“Fuck I went to the wrong baby making spirit.” Zuko groans into his hands.
Sokka paused and then laughs loudly, taking Zuko in his arms.
“Oh spirits, of course you did. Katara’s mountain is in the opposite direction from here.”
“Oh fuck me and my bad sense of direction. No wonder I got lost so many times.” Zuko groans.
Sokka chucked nuzzling Zuko’s head. “How cute.”
Zuko whines in his hold turning red. “How was I supposed to know? You don’t put any signs up!”
“The wolf was my sign. Katara’s a penguin otter. Shouldn’t the tribe have told you?”
“I thought that was just for décor and atmosphere.” Zuko mumbles.
That causes Sokka to laugh harder and Zuko slaps the spirit’s firm bare chest.
“Ugh not funny…” Zuko says pouting,
Sokka snorts. “Sorry sorry. But do you regret it?”
Zuko huffs and turns away blushing. “No.”
Sokka grins and kisses him. “Hm me too. I’m glad you have an abysmally bad sense of directions.”
“Shut up. Your kid might get that too.”
“Well as long as they’re as cute as you I don’t mind.”
Zuko goes red but he kisses the spirit in response. If his bad sense of direction got him here it must not have been as bad as he thought.