Ends of the Earth [2] (Sokka x Reader)

8~ He Who Knows 10,000 Things

Of course, Sokka had to complain about their lack of plans. Apparently, "there's no time for vacations", according to Sokka. What a spoil-sport.

"Spoil-sport." (Y/n) teased.

Sokka shot her a pleading look to try and reason with the kids. She wasn't gonna budge. As much as the whole war worried her, they've all been working so damn hard, they deserved at least a little vacation time. Only a little.

So, after Sokka wondering if they could just "head west until we reach the Fire Lord's house", and Katara vowing to look for Sokka's intelligence later, it was time for the next mini-vacation.

Katara picked a spot on the map that read "Misty Palms Oasis".

Sounds refreshing, right? Aang claimed it to be a pristine natural ice ground.

Alas, reality is often disappointing.

Instead of a large tower of ice surrounded by bright green foliage, they were met with a sad little mound of ice, surrounded by huts made of sand.

A small dog licked at what was left of the ice, while men dressed in desert appropriate clothing loitered around the buildings.

Aang rubbed the back of his neck. "Must've changed ownership since I was here." He chuckled nervously.

They walked to a small building, the doorway being covered by only a thin curtain, hung on a rack.

Men leaned against the building, watching the kids as they filed inside. One of the men looked to (Y/n), then to Sokka who was walking behind her. He brought spit up into his mouth, and spat to the ground at Sokka's feet.

The mans eyes trailed back to (Y/n), a raspy growl coming from his throat.

Sokka narrowed his eyes at the man, and grabbed (Y/n)'s arms, a little too tight for comfort. He guided (Y/n) inside the building, his face still twisted in anger. He made a sound of disgust once they were inside.

"You okay?" (Y/n) whispered, softly putting a hand on top of one of Sokka's, which was still gripping her arm.

"Yes. No." Sokka grunted after he spoke.

"You're fine now. He was just trying to show some kind of dominance over you. Pay him no mind, he's not worth it." (Y/n) assured.

Sokka exhaled through his nose, and his grip on (Y/n)'s arms relaxed, then let go completely.

The inside of the building seemed to be a restaurant. Tables were placed through the room, dim lights illuminating the place. Few people were inside, drinking and chatting with one another.

At the bar on the left, a man with thin swords was preparing a drink for a visitor. He cut some overhanging fruit from the inside of the bar, and used the swords to chop the fruit up. He placed it inside of a cup made of ice, and used the swords to pick up a jug of liquid to add to the drink. He slid the drink over to the customer in front of him.

Sokka and (Y/n) looked at each other, and had the same idea. Those drinks looked delicious, and they had to try one.

They went over to the bar to talk to the tender, when the customer from before turned around, accidentally bumping into Aang and spilling the drink on him.

Aang looked down at his wet clothes, then smiled at the man in front of him. "No worries, I clean up easy." Aang put his fists together, and a gust of air came from him, drying his clothes.

The man gasped, holding onto his hat. "You're a living relic."

"Thanks. I try." Aang shrugged.

"An Air Nomad right in front of me..." The man strokes his chin with his hand, then bows to greet Aang properly. "Professor Zei, head of Anthropology at Ba Sing Se University."