Book 1: Water (Sokka X Reader Love Story)

Book 1: Chapter 10: Aang and Sokka Mess up, I'm Torn, Katara Is Kind Of Okay

They had travelled and found Bato, a member of the Water Tribe and a good friend of the siblings. When they were catching up, Aang had felt left out. (Y/n) completely stayed away from the prunes and instead, explored the abbey. She knew that Aang would keep the map a secret, and she had no intentions of stopping it. Things would work out well in this case.

Hell, if Sokka could accept her for hiding that she was Fire Nation, he's capable of anything. The nuns at the abbey were kind to her, and she bought a few perfumes for herself. Plus, she just wanted to be ready for the shirshu.

When she returned, she found Sokka and Katara still chatting with Bato and it made her smile. They could finally get answers for themselves, and could at least be assured their dad was alive so far. It was a relief for the siblings.

Aang was laying down in the corner and (Y/n) sat at his back, poking him. "I know you're awake, Aang."

He sighed and turned around, truly sad. His gaze darted to the siblings. "Hey, (Y/n)."

"You doing okay?" She went to lay down beside him, staring at the closed ceiling of the tent room.

"I'm fine," he said hurriedly. "Goodnight."

Before he could turn around again, her hands clamped down on his shoulder gently. Aang was met with her knowing eyes and kind smile. "Sokka and Katara haven't seen or heard from their dad in years. This is good for them, too."

Aang pushed her hand away. "Yeah, so?"

(Y/n) huffed. "I know that I have parents in the Fire Nation, Aang, but I have no idea whether they are alive or dead right now. Heck, I don't even know if they care about me at all."

"Why would you say that?"

"I don't even know what they look like," she murmured, facing him. For the first time, Aang saw her lost, as lost as he was. He was the boy from another time, and she was the girl from another world. How would they possibly latch on to the things of the past with no one to show them? "I don't know if they're searching for me. But if I had the chance to learn about them, I would. It doesn't mean I'd desert the family I made now."

If anything, Aang's expression turned guiltier. With a soft goodnight, they both turned in.

***

The next day, Sokka had to prove himself through the tradition of ice-dodging. They got on the boat near the shore where treacherous rocks were visible. Bato stood at the helm. "Ice-dodging is a ceremonial test of wisdom, bravery, support, and trust. In our village it was done by weaving a boat through a field of icebergs."

Sokka asked, "How are we supposed to ice-dodge without ice?"

"You will be dodging...those." He pointed to the path ahead where a thicket of stalagmite-like rocks rose. Bato left the tiller. "Sokka, you steer and call the shots. Lead wisely. Katara, you secure the mainsail. The winds can be brutal, so be brave.
"(Y/n), you are the eyes. You see the physical dangers and spell out harsh truths he may not see. Your advice and conviction for Sokka must be as strong as the currents you sail in. Aang, you control the jib, without your steady hand we all go down. Your position is about trust."

Aang looked nervous and guilty. "I know that! Why wouldn't I know that? I'm the Avatar! I know about trust."

Bato placed a hand on Sokka's shoulder. "For this to be done right I cannot help. You pass or fail on your own."

Sokka was at the tiller, Katara and Aang at their respective sails, and (Y/n) at the tallest edge of the ship. Sokka's expression hardened as he eyed the rocks. "Aang, ease up on the jib. Katara, steady!"