Avatar Head canon #4 Jake Sully
Okay, but consider: Olo'eyktan Jake Sully as a big Lion.
Not literally, but in everyway that matters.
Jake Sully is not a leader you fear. That's the thing people get wrong about him at first.
He laughs. He jokes. He's easy-going — he sits in the dirt with the kids, claps your shoulder, and breaks the tension in a tense council on purpose. People mistook that for weakness once. They learned, very quickly, that the easy-going manner was never softness. It was a man so sure of what he could do that he never needed to show it. He only spends the lethal version of himself on the things that earn it. The smile is free; the violence has a cost, and he only pays it for the clan. For the Pride.
And here's my favourite part.
After a battle, or a big hunt — after he's spent everything leading — he crashes. Not just tired. Gone. Like a big lion dropping into the grass after a patrol, he has hours where his body simply pulls the plug, because he's decided it's safe enough here to be useless. The whole clan steps around him when he's down. You do not wake the thing that just carried you all home. Especially when that thing also so happens to be Toruk Makto.
The only ones allowed to break that rule are his wife and his children.
Picture the apex predator flat on his back, and a whole posse of cubs climbing all over him — one of them yanking his tail, another pulling his ear. And Jake, the most dangerous person in the room, just takes it. His teeth flash for a second. A growl. A snarl, if they really push it.
And then it tucks away. All talk, no action — just like a big lion with his cubs. He's genuinely irritated; he's exhausted, his whole body begging for stillness, and he does nothing to stop them. And that is the deepest trust there is, because the same teeth would have snapped at anyone else.
And Neytiri? She doesn't tiptoe. She walks straight in, lowers herself onto him, and the snarl simply dissolves. She's the only adult he reads as safe before his mind is even awake. She can hear the difference between the all-talk growl and the real one instantly, and to her it's almost funny — all that noise, and he won't move an inch.
He goes under completely once she's there, as though her arrival is the signal his body has been waiting for to finally let go.
The whole pride defeats the lion. And he lets them.
PS. I am absolutely writing this one!
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