There were children waiting for them on the ice, children with bone clubs and fish knives, four little boys. Zuko blinked, and then stared at Sokka and Katara. "What do they think they're doing?"
Sokka opened the steamer's cabin's door and hopped up and down waving at the children on shore. "Who are my brave little warriors?" he cooed.
The boys grinned, waving back. When Zuko stopped the steamer, they ran over, waving their weapons as Sokka jumped down.
The bravest boy poked the side of the steamer with his club. "What is this thing?"
"Did we do right?" another asked, wrapping his arms around Sokka's leg.
"Are the other boys going to be in trouble?"
"Are we going to be in trouble?"
"Nobody's in trouble," he assured them. "Except Katara, who thought it was a good idea to bring the Fire Nation to the village-" One of the clubs collided with Sokka's knee. "Oww!"
Katara stepped out of the steamer more cautiously, dragging Zuko behind her, and the boys abandoned Sokka to pick up their weapons and advance on Zuko. The Fire Prince's good eye went wide. "What the-" As he stared at the approaching boys, Katara froze the steamer to the shore. "Hey, don't do that!"
"Okay men." Sokka ordered. "Help me guard the Fire Nation enemy. One on either side, you two in front, I'll take the rear!"
"No way!" Zuko howled, backing up. "I brought you home, I'm going back to my ship." All four boys waved knives under his nose.
The boys surrounded him as Sokka came up behind. "Alright, march!" he crowed, poking Zuko in the back with one of the boys' clubs. "You're our prisoner now."
"I can't believe this," Zuko muttered, humiliated. The boys Sokka had told to take the front stayed in at their of Zuko for only a few steps before they dashed off towards the cluster of tents and crude ice buildings close to shore. Rubbing her forehead, Katara ran off after them, leaving him alone with Sokka's evil children.
By the time they made it through the village's low wall, the entire tribe had gathered in the center of their tents. Katara grabbed Zuko's arm and pulled him forward. "There's someone I want you to meet. Gran Gran, this is- wait, what is your name?"
"Zuko." His eyes circled the tiny village.
"He's the Avatar!" she told her speechless grandmother. "I saw him airbending, and firebending, he made that windstorm!"
"Katara," she said at last, casting Zuko a horrified, suspicious look. "How did he get here?"
"He has a ship, but don't worry, he wrecked it." She beamed at the old woman. "They can't use it to attack us."
The old woman's face grew even more alarmed. "They?"
"The ship's crew."
Zuko seized on the opening. "And if you don't let me go, they will come here looking for me."
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Gran-Gran criticizing Uncle's parenting skills, Part 1/2
Date: 2012-05-03 07:52 pm (UTC)Sokka opened the steamer's cabin's door and hopped up and down waving at the children on shore. "Who are my brave little warriors?" he cooed.
The boys grinned, waving back. When Zuko stopped the steamer, they ran over, waving their weapons as Sokka jumped down.
The bravest boy poked the side of the steamer with his club. "What is this thing?"
"Did we do right?" another asked, wrapping his arms around Sokka's leg.
"Are the other boys going to be in trouble?"
"Are we going to be in trouble?"
"Nobody's in trouble," he assured them. "Except Katara, who thought it was a good idea to bring the Fire Nation to the village-" One of the clubs collided with Sokka's knee. "Oww!"
Katara stepped out of the steamer more cautiously, dragging Zuko behind her, and the boys abandoned Sokka to pick up their weapons and advance on Zuko. The Fire Prince's good eye went wide. "What the-" As he stared at the approaching boys, Katara froze the steamer to the shore. "Hey, don't do that!"
"Okay men." Sokka ordered. "Help me guard the Fire Nation enemy. One on either side, you two in front, I'll take the rear!"
"No way!" Zuko howled, backing up. "I brought you home, I'm going back to my ship." All four boys waved knives under his nose.
The boys surrounded him as Sokka came up behind. "Alright, march!" he crowed, poking Zuko in the back with one of the boys' clubs. "You're our prisoner now."
"I can't believe this," Zuko muttered, humiliated. The boys Sokka had told to take the front stayed in at their of Zuko for only a few steps before they dashed off towards the cluster of tents and crude ice buildings close to shore. Rubbing her forehead, Katara ran off after them, leaving him alone with Sokka's evil children.
By the time they made it through the village's low wall, the entire tribe had gathered in the center of their tents. Katara grabbed Zuko's arm and pulled him forward. "There's someone I want you to meet. Gran Gran, this is- wait, what is your name?"
"Zuko." His eyes circled the tiny village.
"He's the Avatar!" she told her speechless grandmother. "I saw him airbending, and firebending, he made that windstorm!"
"Katara," she said at last, casting Zuko a horrified, suspicious look. "How did he get here?"
"He has a ship, but don't worry, he wrecked it." She beamed at the old woman. "They can't use it to attack us."
The old woman's face grew even more alarmed. "They?"
"The ship's crew."
Zuko seized on the opening. "And if you don't let me go, they will come here looking for me."