Hey, Brother
Written for day 2 of @sokkaweek: Eldest Sibling
Summary:
“You’re the best little sister ever, Katara,” Sokka said gently.
“I’m not,” she whispered, her voice shaking, “I got her killed.”
It was like the chill of the air around them reached into his blood, freezing it completely.
Word Count: 1122
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Winter had given way to spring, though the snow was far from melting. Sokka gazed out at the sea, watching the horizon for … something. For war boats, for a storm, for Dad. But the line where the ocean met the sky remained unwavering … much like an annoyance at his side.
Katara was playing with water, like always.
“I’m bored,” she said, weaving magic water between her fingers, “Can we go home?”
“No, we need to stay on the lookout.”
“Don’t be dumb,” she said glumly, “I have to help with dinner.”
“You’re dumb!” Sokka retorted, “And dinner can wait.”
Katara rolled her eyes, “Do you ever do anything actually productive.”
He skipped over the part that he was the only able bodied male in the Tribe, the one who could hunt the best, meaning anything they cooked was because of him. It was his job, not something to brag about.
On the other hand, “I have a great system that can keep our waters warm from now on,” he said smugly.
Katara scoffed, “I can do that!”
Sokka scrunched up his nose when the water floating between her palms started to boil.
“Don’t be gross, no one likes your water magic.”
Sokka cringed when Katara’s water dropped, and she looked down at the snow, “I know. No one except Mom and Dad.”
“And Gran-gran,” Sokka said, “She was very proud.”
Katara shrugged, “I guess. Can we go now?”
Sokka hesitated. At twelve, he wasn’t well-versed in the area of social cues, especially when it came to dumb little sisters. But even he could tell something was wrong.
“Don’t you wanna play with your magic water more?”
“It’s not playing, it’s practicing,” Katara bit back heatedly, which made Sokka grin, “And no. Don’t you want to eat?”
“Of course!”
“Well guess who had to help cook?”
Sokka groaned, “Fine. You go, I’ll be there in a minute.”
His eyes went back to the horizon. Katara didn’t move.
“What if he doesn’t come back?” Katara asked, “Goes away like Mom did.”
Goes away, was putting it lightly, even the little ten year old knew that. But Sokka didn’t correct her.
“He’s the best warrior ever. He won’t die on us.”
“Really?”
“Yup. I’ve seen him fight. Fire Nation doesn’t stand a chance.”
Some of the tension seeped out of Katara’s shoulders, but that same tension seemed to grip Sokka instead.
The truth was something he would not let Katara know. Not if he could help it.
Sokka had snuck into enough meetings to know one measly Water Tribe fleet stood no chance against the Fire Nation. But if they did not go to war, war would come to them, and this time it would take Katara as well.
So. Dad might die. Dad might already be dead. That was a possibility. In one world or another, that was a reality.
Sokka didn’t take his eyes off the horizon.
“How come he didn’t stop the Fire Nation from taking Mom then?” Katara asked.
Sokka gulped, but his voice was level. Unwavering, like the ice around them. Unwavering, like Katara’s faith in good and hope and Avatars.
“It was a surprise attack, there was nothing anyone could do.”
“I could’ve done something,” she said matter-of-factly, “I should’ve done something.”
“No, Katara,” Sokka said firmly, “We were just kids.”
Her eyes didn’t meet his.
“Let’s go to dinner,” he said instead.
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“Hey, Sokka?”
Sokka huffed, rolling over, “What? It’s late. Go to sleep.”
“Do you hate me?”
Sokka was about to tease her when he stopped. The tone in her voice caught him off guard.
“No,” he said honestly, shifting closer to her, “You’re stupid and annoying, and I don’t like you most of the time, but I love you Katara.”
Katara said nothing. Sokka felt his stomach squeeze.
“You’re the best little sister ever, Katara,” Sokka said gently.
“I’m not,” she whispered, her voice shaking, “I got her killed.”
It was like the chill of the air around them reached into his blood, freezing it completely.
“No you didn’t,” he yelped, “How could you say that? The Fire Nation was the one - “
Katara was crying into her fist now, “She died protecting me, Sokka. She died because of me.”
Sokka got out of bed, pulling her up too and holding her tight, “That’s what Moms do, Katara. They protect their kids. She didn’t die because of you, she died because someone from the Fire Nation killed her.”
Katara shook her head into his shoulder, “I did this - my bending - even you hate it - “
“I don’t hate you, though, stupid. I love you.”
“Really?”
“Yes. Really.”
“Will you do my laundry for a week?”
Sokka drew back, “I don’t love you that much.”
Katara giggled, wiping her tears, “Oh, fine.”
They settled into a quiet, still clinging on to each other. Eventually, Sokka said:
“I hate it, but I'm glad you were born with it,” Sokka said earnestly, “Don’t you remember how happy Mom and Dad were, when they found out?”
How terrified they had been, too, but Katara had been asleep when they talked about that. Sokka was the one who had peeked through the curtains to hear them talk, and Sokka was the one who would take that secret to the grave.
“Mom loved it,” Katara remembered, “She told me I was special.”
“You are special, Katara. And Mom loved you. We all love you. None of us blame you for what happened. It was the Fire Nation’s fault.”
Katara wiped her eyes, “Thanks, Sokka.”
He kissed her gently on the forehead, “Anytime.”
“I hate the Fire Nation though,” Katara said as they went back into bed.
“Yeah, me too.”
Sokka was old enough to know that war was more complicated than that. But he also knew the ache of a gaping wound in his chest, one that he had buried under work for the Tribe and the endless snow of the South Pole. His mother’s loss had been hard on him, but he learned to keep his feelings on a leash.
Katara wasn’t like that. Everything she felt was deep and unshakable. She cried for baby penguins. She still believed in the Avatar. And she loved harder than anyone he’d ever known.
Sokka didn’t care for Avatar’s, knew the death of penguins was a part of life, and loved cautiously. He never knew what it was like, to be sweet, hopeful Katara, who dreamed too hard not to be hurt.
But holding her, in the bed that night, he promised himself this.
He would protect her. From the harshness of the world and war, from the pain of losing hope. From becoming bitter like him.
He would protect her, come what may.
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Author's Note: I'm sorry about the ending, it's not great. But thanks for reading!!
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