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The Birds And the Bees
Pairings: Tokka
Author’s Note: This story is the result of a prompt from an Anon. “Hi Liz! if you feel up to it, could you write a drabble about Sokka and Toph trying to teach Lin about the birds and the bees?”
Two wide and innocent eyes stared expectantly at Toph. She couldn’t see the piercing curiosity in her daughter’s expression, but Sokka could. As if on dreadful cue, Lin’s questioning gaze caught his, “Well?”
Toph could feel Sokka’s heart pounding through the sheet rock they stood upon in the open air market at the heart of Republic City. Lin’s heartbeat was steady and quick, not out of nerves- she didn’t know what she was asking- but of youth, she was on the edge of eight asking questions that made her forty year old mother blush.
Toph sighed, tossing and apple casually into her bag, “You wanna take this one, Sokka?”
“Not particularly,” he mumbled.
Lin was getting impatient, her small weight shifted and she huffed, “why can’t boys have babies?” she repeated in exasperation.
“They don’t have the right equipment,” Toph finally answered as she passed a few yuan across the way to the apple farmer.
They walked, changing locations, but not subjects.
“That doesn’t make any sense,” Lin argued as they walked, “boys can buy baby bottles and cradles and-"
"Not that kind of equipment, kiddo,” Toph interrupted.
There was a pause, just long enough that Sokka figured Lin was satisfied by this vague explanation. He was wrong.
“What kind of equipment?"
His shoulders sloped and he looked at Toph, “I believe this is a woman to woman conversation.”
"Nice try,” Toph returned sharply before addressing her daughter, “I’m talking about girl parts."
That shut her up, for a moment anyway. Blushing, she continued, “I thought babies were inside stomachs.”
"That’s where they cook,” Toph admitted, “but they have to come out somewhere."
There were three whole steps before Lin froze in place, stunned. The market continued to move around her, but Sokka paused to take in the paling of her face as she added all this information together. It would appear she’d reached to proper conclusion.
She came to life again quite suddenly, running quickly up to her mother’s side. She took Toph’s wrist and tugged it gently to pull her downward, while shooting nervous glances at Sokka.
Toph leaned in to hear the faintest whisper, “I don’t think you should tell Sokka.”
There was a barking laugh, “He knows, baby girl.”
Lin’s face soured and she frowned, “You know about this?”
Her voice was thick with disgust as she stared judgmentally down her nose at the father figure in her life, causing Sokka to swallow rather hard. He could feel the cold burn of sweat threatening his brow as panic set in. His mind raced with explanation, but over the din came the most logical part of him which asked quite rightly, “Why are you sweating? She’s a child!”
Straightening, he nodded cooly, “Yes, Lin. In fact, I was there when your mother had you.”
Lin’s face contorted and her eyes darted briefly to her mother’s crotch before a shiver ran up her spine and she finally lost her cool, “GROSS!”
And then like a dam of horrors, the questions burst forth- tumbling out in rapid succession, “Why were you there? How gross was it? How is that possible? How big was I when I was born? The size of a fig? This is impossible! Are you guys tricking me? Are you sure I came out of there? “
Toph guffawed, “The size of a fig? I wish, pumpkin head.”
"How is that possible!?” Lin demanded.
Sokka drew a breath to answer, then he paused, looking pensive before replying honestly, “I have no idea.”
“It isn’t easy, but your body just does it,” Toph concluded.
Lin shivered again, “That is disgusting. I don’t want to talk about it anymore.”
“Fine by me,” Toph agreed as Sokka silently thanked the spirits.
The trio continued to the gate in silence, groceries in hand as the tension wore itself out.
“Wait!” Lin exclaimed as if suddenly remembering something very important, “How do babies get in?”
And that is the story of the day Sokka fainted at the Farmer’s Market.
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