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Azula had the luxury Sokka didn’t she could waste days, weeks, months on researching and searching. She found her own ways to justify it, destiny, fate, revenge for that massive headache she had the day after they switched.
It took a while, but she managed to convince her father to let her take a diplomatic mission to the Water Tribes. The North was boring, bland, she had fun with the white haired girl but never bothered to learn her name, she had her motivation and she wasn’t straying.
She was filled with anxiety when she stepped off the boat. Northern Tribe was a deadend, this was her final chance. She walked down off her boat, looking around the crowd until she saw him, it was just like that day, like she was looking in a mirror again. “Finally…” She whispered, sprinting through the crowd toward Sokka, who looked just as happy to see her.
She jumped into his arms. She struggled to hold back her tears, his arms felt so warm around her in the cold air. “I missed you…” She laughed out, finally away.
Sokka returned the laugh, “Yea, me too.” He replied. “I thought I’d never see you again.”
Azula looked up at him, with a wider smile than she had had in years. “I thought I was going crazy.” She said, “Almost didn’t think you were real…”
Sokka and Azula finally started to notice all the bewildered looks they were getting, Hakoda seemed to be looking for an explanation for the scene.
“We’re uhm… penpals.” Azula said, before bowing in front of Hakoda. “My deepest apologies for making a scene.”
Katara laughed a bit, “I didn’t know Sokka could write.” She teased.
Sokka looked angry, when Azula stood back upright she laughed at his expression. “Uhm, we should probably commence with the negotiations.” She said, looking back and forth between Sokka and Hakoda.
Hakoda shook his head, “Maybe it’s best we let you two catch up beforehand, to avoid distractions, we can start later.” He insisted.
Azula smiled even wider. “Thank you, sir.” She said, bowing once more.
Sokka and Azula happily ran off to talk and catch up over their many missed months. Sokka dragged her behind an igloo for some privacy. “How did you even get here?” He asked.
“A lot of research and convincing my father, I mean, you met him, you know how stubborn he can be.” Azula said, “but I’m here now.” She said, holding his hands, “That’s all that matters.”
Sokka laughed a bit, “Yea, he was pretty scary.” He said, “I’m glad you’re here though, it’s awesome.” He said.
Azula smiled up at him for a while, before remembering part of the reason she came to the tribe. She flicked his forehead hard, “Owe!” He shouted, “What the hell!”
“That’s for falling off a damn volcano, asshole.” She huffed out, “Most painful thing I've ever felt!” She chastised.
Sokka rubbed his forehead, “Yea, sorry about that, I got mad at some spirits and slipped.” He explained. “In my defence though, you lost my boomerang! Do you know how much diving I had to do to find it!” He yelled in retaliation.
Azula took a bit of a step back. “Yea, my bad, I never used a boomerang before, it was pretty pathetic.” She explained.
Sokka smiled, “Great, then I have something to teach you already, don’t I?” he said, pulling his boomerang out of his belt.
Azula’s eyes lit up, “Really!? I’ve been practising!” She said, “I practised every week. I’m pretty good at it.” She said, quite proudly.
“Oh yea?” Sokka asked, as he led her away to practise, “You better be telling the truth, because I’m pretty competitive and I don’t intend on going easy.” He advised, as he wrapped an arm around her shoulder as they walked.