Important A/N: Hello everyone. I understand that Sukka week ended nearly 3 weeks ago, but the reason I haven’t finished the prompts on time is because I’ve recently had a relative pass away and it’s been a little hard to bounce back into writing. I apologize for taking so long, and I hope everyone is still reading. Thank you and I hope you enjoy.
The first thing he saw in the morning was his wife examining herself in the full body mirror in their bedroom. And by the expression on her face, she didn’t like what she saw. She was only six months along, but to the both of them, it had felt like an eternity.
Little Hakoda sat squealing with giggles on their living room floor, finding the simplest things absolutely hysterical. Sokka found himself with a goofy grin on his face as he watch his son roll around on the ground as he clutched the sides of his stomach. It was just adorable do watch him like this, and it was at that moment Sokka was grateful that his son inherited that trait from his mother.
One his favorite things about Suki has always been her laugh. She didn’t laugh like a normal person, oh no, a normal person would just one kind of laugh. One, for everything. Suki didn’t snort at a funny joke or howl at someone’s story. No, she had different kinds of laughs for everything.
First, the most common laugh, was her contained, small talk laugh. One could hear the laughter bubble up from her voice, but she somehow managed to suppress it into a light chuckle. Something that said “That’s cute” or “I’m happy to hear it” so that she would acknowledge what they were saying, but not look like a fool for not laughing too hard.
She also had a nervous laugh when she’s telling or is told about an unfortunate event and everyone (including herself) is extremely uncomfortable, she’ll let out a little noise that sounds like a “hmph hmph” to lighten the mood. But Spirits know just how much she eases a conversation with that small, almost forced chuckle.
She has a hysterical laugh just like everyone else, when she can’t contain her emotions anymore and she starts to giggled, only her giggles turned into laughs, and her laughing turned into a sort of cackling that she couldn’t control. She would eventually have tears streaming down her cheeks and there wasn’t a person within the mile that didn’t hear her. He could tell that at times this specific laugh embarrassed her, but he never failed to let her know about how much he loved it.
One of Sokka’s favorites is her silent laugh. It comes after her hysterical laugh, when she’s laughing so hard that there isn’t enough air in her lungs to produce sound and she looks like she’s having a seizure and choking at the same time. That’s the one he notices his son displaying the most.
Then there was her inappropriate laugh. This one occurs at times when it is completely unnecessary to deem something funny enough to do something as horrid as laugh about it. He remembers instances where this had happened to both of them; once in a Prince’s coronation ceremony, during a sermon at a church service, and even at Aang and Katara’s wedding. It would always be at the worst possible times she would have to stifled her giggles and that only made it funnier to the both of them.
No matter what type of laughter it was, Sokka had never once think of it as not contagious. Seeing the expression of her face and the sound of her voice filling his ears, he couldn’t help but feel his shoulders shake with chuckles either. The laughter would bubble up from his own throat, and soon be was laughing just as hard as she was, and sometimes even harder. It just gave him an elated feeling to see her face light up with so much joy in her soul, that it made his heart swell at just the memory. There were so many things that he loved about her, but her laugh was always near the top of the list.
However, there was one laugh that Sokka favored above all else. It was her genuine laugh, that rang through his ears like a sweet melody being carried in the wind. This laugh, full of adoration and comfort, was reserved especially for him and their son. He’d never heard a more cheerful tune, and he thought he would burst every time Suki kicked her head back and laughed loudly into the air. His son’s laugh was just like her mother’s, and it made Sokka smile every time he heard him squealing at something around the house, just like he was now.
Sokka heard their front door creek open, and turned around to see his wife coming home from training with the Kyoshi Warriors. “Well, what’s so funny?” Suki asked them, a smile playing on her lips as she looked at her son howling with laughter at his father’s feet.
When Hakoda didn’t answer her, Sokka looked at her and said, “He’s been like this all day. Anything that comes out of my mouth, he thinks it’s the most hilarious thing since the Ember Island Players.”
Suki giggled and got down on the ground next to her son and pulled him into a big bear hug, squeezing him tightly. Both of their laughs identical, Sokka was reminded of just how lucky he was to be blessed with such a beautiful family.
"May love and laughter light your days, and warm your heart and home. May good and faithful friends be yours wherever you roam."
Pranks were supposed to be harmless, in Sokka’s opinion. They were just little practical Jones designed for a good laugh for him and/or the victim, nothing too cruel or humiliating. He had never gone too far as to deliberately hurt the victim, physically or otherwise. And he himself had never been pranked before…well not really pranked, anyway. Everyone either thought it was childish and ignored him, or he would figure out their plan and save himself before it happened. And people thought Aang was the prankster of the group. Sokka mentally scoffed. Yeah, right. The poor little guy didn’t have the stomach to mess with people anymore. So, naturally, it was his job to carry on the title.
It all started one day while they were at the beach. The whole Team Avatar was back together for a brief vacation in the Fire Nation. They chose a beach near the capitol for Suki and Zuko’s sake, since this time of year was nearing the National Diplomatic Conference between all four nations. This year, it would be held in the Firelord’s Palace, so they both had to stay close to home.
No-Sokka thought bitterly- This is not Suki’s home. It was just her temporary residence until its safe enough for Zuko to be without constant security.
He won’t deny that he wasn’t really fond of his girlfriend living with his best friend-whom, he must admit, is really good looking- in his royal palace while it was her job to intently watch his every move. He didn’t know what exactly “every move” consisted of, but he only hoped there was a limit of appropriate and decent moments.
It also made it harder for him to see her. From the South Pole, it would only take about a week to travel to and from Kyoshi Island, but the Fire Nation? It took double the time, double the traveling, and double the miles. With more miles, it was more time consuming. And the more time it takes to just get there in general, the less time he’ll have to spend with Suki. Now that was a problem for him.
Because of this problem, he was obligated to make whatever time they spent together special. And boy, was this visit special.
Of course he had been the one to start the war because he’s just that stupid. But in his defense, he didn’t actually think she be any good at it either. The attack had been under his command, and he ordered Toph to launch and sun-tanning Suki into the ocean with a small rock pillar for kicks. However, when he instructed the young Earthbender to do so, she took a little too much pleasure in the task and launched her much harder and higher that originally anticipated.
Needless to say, she was not happy to see him and Toph rolling in the sand with laughter when she got back from her half hour swim back to shore. With seaweed littering her hair and her clothes sopping wet, Sokka hightailed it back up to the house before she could catch him.
It was alright, though, because she ended up getting him back with help from his sister and Aang. When Sokka finally deemed her safe enough to approach, he didn’t suspect anything when she was strangely sweet and invited him to come relax with her on the sand. Sokka happily took her offer, but when he made to the effort to lay down on his towel, he literally fell through the floor.
Apparently, Aang had created a huge hole with his Earthbending and she put his towel over it to hide the trap they created.
She stood above him, her arms crossed with a smirk on her face. “How’s the weather down there?”
Sokka let out a dry laugh and shook his head. “You know what this means, don’t you?”
"Oh, I’m sure I do."
He gave her a maniacal smile and answered, “This means war.”
The cycle repeated over the next week. Sokka would prank Suki, and Suki would prank him back. That’s how they spent the majority of their time on vacation, and everyone tried their best to stay out of their spat. It only started out with little tricks, but as time went on, the jokes eventually got bigger and more hysterical.
Sokka tampered with Suki’s clock so she thought she was three hours late for her morning patrol with Zuko.
Suki sewed Sokka’s pajamas to his bed so he couldn’t move when he woke up.
Sokka hung all of Suki’s clothes in the tress and she had to climb to get back down.
Suki changed the signs on the bathrooms when everyone want out to dinner, so Sokka accidentally walked in on Toph. Obviously, she tried to kill him and almost succeeded if it wasn’t for Aang hiding him up in his room.
As the week neared its end, Sokka grew tired of the fighting and wanted to go out with a bang that would crown him the winner of this war. So one early morning, he decided to get up hours before Suki did and planned a stake out until she got up to get dressed in the bathroom. He waited across the hall until she lazily walked into the bathroom with her clothes in one hand, and war face paint in the other. When she closed the door, that’s when Sokka sprung into action.
He used his pocket knife to loosen the screws on the locks of the two sliding doors and put them in his pocket. He only laughed when she tried to open the door a few minutes later, and it wouldn’t do so. He could tell by her furious pounding and pulling that she was started to panic. He laughed again.
"No," Suki whispered. "Sokka!" She yelled. "You let me out of here right now, do you hear me!?"
"Sorry Suki, but I’m afraid I can’t do that. It seems the screws from the door have fallen out. Oh where, oh where could they be?"
"Sokka, I’m not kidding this time. You need do let me out right now."
"Did you hear something, Momo? I think it must’ve been the wind…"
"Sokka! Knock it off!"
He started do obnoxiously whistled and making loud steps down the hallway so she knew he was leaving. He heard the rattle of the broken door handle again behind him.
"Don’t you dare walk away from me! I have an important meeting in ten minutes, do you understand?"
"Yeah right," Sokka snorted, still ambling down the hallway. "Nice try. Not gonna fall for it this time."
"Sokka, I’m not kidding! I need to get out! Right now! Zuko’s waiting for me at the-"
"See ya later, Suki!" He called down the hall, ignoring the rest of her excuses and screams.
He was just innocent victim lounging on his futon when the Firelord had come storming into Sokka’s room in the afternoon out of nowhere. “Where is she?” He shouted at him, fire bursting from his clenched fists. “Where are you keeping her?”
He barely made the effort to look up at him, but only to squint and say, “You’re blocking the sun,” to the fuming Firebender before him.
Zuko grabbed him by his collar and help him up to his level. Sokka’s eyes went as big as the moon and he gasped for breath. “Tell me or I’ll burn your entire room to the ground.” He bellowed, fire dancing in his eyes.
"I…I don’t know…w-what you’re…talking…about!" Sokka choked out, trying to break free from his grip on his collar.
"Suki," Zuko growled. "Red hair, lots of makeup, about ye big." He used one of his hands that measured Io next to his shoulder. When Sokka still didn’t bother to answer, Zuko sighed and shoved him away. "You’re such an idiot." He muttered, pinching the bridge of his nose in annoyance.
Sokka gasped for breath and rubbed his now sore neck, looking at him with a perplexed expression. “What is your problem?” He breathed out.
"What’s my problem?" Zuko scoffed. "Because of you, Suki missed our National Diplomatic Conference. Do you know what that means?"
"You didn’t have your groupie following you around for a day?"
"No. That means there wasn’t a representative for Kyoshi Island. Suki wasn’t just accompanying me today, she was representing her entire island. She was going to negotiate an alliance between the Air Acolytes at the Northern Air Temples and create a trading agreement with Ba Sing Se for supplies to help rebuild the village after the war. But now thanks to you, none of those things were possible because of your childish games!"
"T-That was today?" Sokka stuttered, suddenly feeling his a knot forming in his stomach. "She never told me!"
"Of course she did, you were just too obsessed with this prank war to acknowledge her!" Zuko shouted. "Now where is Suki!?"
Sokka then darted out of the room and made a break for it down the many hallways in their vacation house. He made it to where the bathroom was and pounded I’m the door, yelling, “Suki! Suki, are you still in there?”
"Where else would I be, Sokka?" He heard her say sarcastically from the other side of the door.
"Suki, I’m so sorry. I had no idea your meeting was today and you were working for Kyoshi Island. I promise to never pull another prank as long as I live if you forgive me,” He called out to her, praying to the Spirits she wouldn’t be angry at him.
A long moment of silence passed before Suki said, “Open the door, Sokka.” In a calm, steady voice.
Sokka quickly pulled the latch that was available from the outside and ripped the doors open, scanning the bathroom for his warrior. She sat in the corner up against the wall, her makeup washed off and only in the bottom layer of her uniform. She then stood up and strode over, staring him the eye for a moment before wrapping her arms tightly around his neck. “I forgive you,” She told him softly. “Just do it again. Why don’t you shower, you’ve been doing who knows what all day and you’re sweating like a hog monkey.” Sokka let out a laugh au her comment and agreed, stating that he go down to the beach for a swim first and she should join him for some quality time.
Suki smirked and said she’d meet him down there in 15 minutes. She had some “business” to take care of with Zuko before she could leave.
And of course Sokka had been dumb enough to fall for it.
Sokka remained floating in the high-waisted water, clothes and under garments left behind on the sand. He had been wading in the ocean for nearly 15 minutes and his toes were getting wrinkly. The sun was also starting to set…Where was Suki?
His questions were pushed to back of his mind when he saw his girlfriend strolling down the beach, but she was fully clothed. And Zuko was right behind her.
"H-Hey! What’s going on, guys?" He shouted from the water.
"We figured since you left Suki stuck in the bathroom all day, that you wouldn’t mind being stuck in the ocean for awhile." Zuko replied deviously, bending down to help Suki pick up his bundle of clothes.
"What are you guys doing with my clothes?"
"We also thought you wouldn’t be needing these anytime soon either," Suki smirked as her and the Firelord began to amble away.
She let out a hearty laugh. “See you later, Sokka.”
"Wait! Suki! Zuko! Come back with my clothes! Now!"
The question caught Sokka totally off guard one night while playing a game of Pai Sho with his favorite girl in the whole world. He gave Suki a puzzled look, and thought maybe this was a tactic she was using to make him lose his focus, but her furrowed eye brows and pursed lips convinced him otherwise.