dimensionbitch:

{part of the ASOIAF au}

“Here.”

“And what, pray tell, is this?”

“I had it especially made. More insulation. So that I won’t have to save your highness’ sorry ass from freezing to death next time you set foot up north.”

“You try almost drowning in ice cold water, Lord Sokka, and you tell me how just how sorry your arse can get.”

“For your information, Princess, my–ehem–arse is great and would never be sorry for it.”

“Oh, that’s highly questionable for someone who claims to be able to handle a polar wolfbear.”

“You wound me. At least tell me you like it!”

“Does it have to be purple?”

“Why not? You look good in it.”

“I look good in anything.”

“I noticed.”

fanwright:

dimensionbitch:

{sokkla time! still part of my asoiaf/got AU.}

lord sokka of the water tribe is betrothed to the fire princess azula. he at first is against the idea, and despite being good friends with the fire prince zuko, he, along with his sister the lady katara, takes every chance he gets to antagonize the princess. she then wins his respect when she bests him in combat without her bending.

the two graduate from being petty enemies to friends, their close companionship having built on respect and hard-earned mutual trust. he grows comfortable with her with his increasing visits to the capital, and eventually warms to the idea of marrying her, as politically charged as the union may be. this closeness, however, puts him at odds with his long-time confidant zuko.

he made a promise to the princess that someday, he would accompany her to the very top of the wall, where she could gaze upon what lies beyond. however, due to the events of the dragons’ rebellion, he would never be able to fulfill this promise.

I just… want to look at it. Forever.