𝓼𝓲𝓬𝓴 𝓭𝓪𝔂𝓼... — husband!sokka x sick fem!reader
you knew what was happening before it even happened. one day, you were helping out fine in the tribe. sewing clothes for the newborn babies, weaving baskets for fish, collecting berries, and even telling stories to the children.
and then your head began to throb. you dismissed it, continuing to work but sokka's eyes lingered on you longer than normal, he was oddly intuitive towards you. then the body aches started, the shivers, the runny nose, the scratchy throat, and finally, the fever broke.
sokka kept you firmly in bed, even when you protested and tried to tell him you were fine, he was not having it. you sniffled and groaned as sokka tucked you further into your bed, wrapping you up in the furs you had. "sokka. 'm fine." you tried.
it didn't work. he shot you a look that you could only describe as annoyed beyond measure. "you're not fine. would you relax and let me take care of you?" his eyes narrowed as he tucked you in once more a little too tight.
"sokka!" you squirmed beneath the furs but he just shook his head. "this is unnecessary!" you shouted but then fell into a fit of coughs. he was at your side in an instant with a cup of water and worry all over his face.
you downed the whole thing, your throat feeling drier than that desert you had lost appa in, fatigue starting to creep in on you and you expected sokka to give you one of his signature 'i told you so' looks but all he did was help you get comfortable. you sighed, pouting like a petulant child. "i hate being sick."
your loving husband smiled, stroking your hair out of your face. "i know, baby." he leaned down and kissed your forehead. you reveled in it, finally letting into his babying. "get some rest. you'll feel better when you wake up."
you reached for him before he could get up. you knew he had duties to tend to as chief but hey, you just accepted the fact that you were sick and now all you wanted was him. his face softened. "you want me to stay with you?"
you nodded slowly, the nausea starting to roll again. he placed a basket next to your side of the bed to have something for you to vomit in if needed but you were determined to not use it, you hated throwing up more than you hated being sick.
sokka didn't need anything more from you, he stood and stripped off his shirt, blowing out two of the lanterns in your hut to leave one flickering, lighting just enough for you to see his shadow moving until he settled into bed beside you. he didn't take long to gather you up in his arms and kiss your shoulder, your neck, your cheek, then your mouth. you groaned again. "'m gonna get you sick."
sokka laughed softly, just a puff of air that blew against your hair and made a strand tickle your chin. "do i look like i give a single damn?"
you smiled, shaking your head as you turned in his arms to face him, pulling his hair out of his 'warriors wolf tail' as he likes to say so you could play with it. it was always oddly really soft. his eyes roamed your face, taking you in like you were a work of art.
"pretty girl," he breathed, rubbing his thumb against your cheekbone.
you sniffled, one side of your nose annoyingly stuffed while the other ran like crazy. "nothing about this is pretty."
sokka rolled his eyes but there was no malice behind it. "of course there is. my hair."
you laughed. he always knew how to make you laugh. and as you fell asleep with your fingers in his hair and your head pressed against his chest, listening to his heartbeat, you realized you had hit the jackpot with him.
( dividers by @cursed-carmine )