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๐ฐ๐ผ๐ป๐๐ฒ๐ป๐ Neteyam x Reader
๐๐๐บ๐บ๐ฎ๐ฟ๐ instead of heading to the reef clans, jake sully takes his family to search for the herwรฌslรคr clan, the snow people. despite her cold demeanor that rivals that of the weather outside, neteyam cannot help himself upon falling for the olo'eyktans daughter. only you seem to not want him, and he cannot understand why.
แถสท cannon divergence, rude(?) reader, yearning, my baby loโak being an ass for a minute, sharing a bed(kinda), โi dont want ninatโ vibes, reader and neteyam are lowk jake and neytiri 2.0, misunderstandings, tshaeylu, suggestive content, angst?(happy ending), a child
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A fresh hunt meant there was much to do.
Every part of a kill was to be used. It could be detrimental to the people if even a single part was discarded. In the harsh conditions of the frozen taiga you called home, every part of a kill must be used.
You were stood over a square frame, currently tying a fresh pelt onto it. After tightening each side multiple times to ensure that the pelt was pulled to its max, you began shaving away at the various layers of fat.
Proper technique must be used when shaving the fat away. If you angle the knife improperly you may tear through the pelt, rendering it useless. Yet the motions are calming to you, it being something youโve done for many years.
Various other clan women are also completing the same tasks, idle chatter falling around you. Many are pleased with the result of this hunt, some gloat over the kills their mates or children have made, a few congratulate you on the kills you made today as well.ย
The corners of your lips tilt upwards, a pleased grin settling on your cheeks. As the Oloโeyktan and Tsahikโs oldest child duty settled heavy on your shoulders. A good hunt today meant that the clan would be happy for at least a week, which meant that your parents would be happy for the week, so you could also be happy for the week.ย
โI heard you killed the largest herโang today,โ Posma whispered next to you. Your ear flicks, as the words take form in your head.
She was correct to hear that you had killed the biggest herโang, but you did not say that to anyone. You would never boast about such a thing.ย
โWho said that?โ Your hand pauses in its motion as you turn your head, refusing to slice without eyes on your target.
Posma giggles at you, she is one of your oldest friends, the two of you being together since you could only toddle along the furs. โIt does not matter. You should be proud.โ
โBeing proud is not becoming.โย
โItโs not unbecoming!โ
You huff, โThere is a fine line between being proud and being pompous. Most toe the line, I do not desire to do such a thing.โ
You turn your head back towards your work. Shearing the last few pieces of fat from the pelt you sheath your knife. Due to its curved shape you must tie it before you can move onto your next task.
As youโre scooping your curved fingers into a jar filled with salt Posma continues, โYou would not. It would not deter anyone if you were to take some satisfaction in your accomplishments.โ
โFocus on your duties Posma.โ You flick your tail in her direction, trying to shoo her away, โWe can participate in such discussions later.โ
Your fingers splay the salt in a decently thick coating across the pelt. It must be enough to thoroughly dry the pelt, but it cannot be too much where the pelt cannot breathe. A final glance across the entire pelt leaves you with the conclusion that you can leave it for the night and check upon it again tomorrow.
You turn to leave, wanting to know how the rest of the preparations of the kills are going. But you make sure to call out to Posma one more time before you leave, โYou will sit next to me tonight?โย
Her cheery reply follows less than a second later, โAlways!โย
Hometree and most of the clan's establishments resided underground, deeply embedded into the ground. It was much warmer there than temperatures outside, but furs and pelts were still required if you desired to be a comfortable temperature while walking around.ย
You move towards the outer areas of the village, wanting to see if every kill has been brought in yet. However on your way there a shot of your name makes you still in your path.
It is Huamtey who calls you. One of the clan warriors, one that you were out hunting with just earlier today. โYou must come, I cannot find the Oloโeyktan.โ
โMy father is missing?โ
โYou misunderstand, I believe he is tied up with other duties and I cannot find him.โ Huamtey grimaces a little, nervous of your reaction to his miscommunication, โThe sentries said they are hearing foreign wails, I was hoping the Oloโeyktan would lead the search.โ
โBut I am the next best thing?โ
โYou are mighty. We would be honored if you guided us.โ
A smile graces your lips as you nod. Whatever beast resided outside the village gates, you and this search party would slay it. Whatever it was would not harm your people.ย
As you emerge from the gates, you raise your hand in greeting to the sentries. Then you lay your eyes upon the group. It is small, only eight of them, but it would do. You had killed big predators with less people.
A deep call resonates in your throat, but your lips stay sealed. You repeat the call a few times, urging your mount to approach. In the distance you can see shifting between the trees, your legs carry you forward to meet it halfway. As you approach your herwanpalu a rough, loud rumbling emerges from deep in his chest.ย
He is happy to see you so soon. Your hand reaches out to scratch along his forehead eventually falling behind one of his ears. You saddle him, tightening the straps before turning back towards the group. โLet us go, it will be dark soon.โ
It is hard to miss the yowls of the unknown creatures. They are sharp, and loud โ one might assume that they were calling out, searching for something. But that would be a naive thought, there were only predators and prey in this taiga, and this thing would become prey whether it wanted to or not.ย
The calls lead the nine of you to the tundra. No trees reside here making it risky hunting grounds. But if the beast wanted to fight here, who were you to deny it?ย
You first scan the ground, searching for some large disfigured creature to be staring back at you. You find none, instead you see five shadows seemingly circling around. When you look up you see bright and deeply shaded creatures.ย
Ones that youโve never seen before. Theyโre colors youโre familiar with, seeing them in the summer months, but they definitely do not belong here in winter. You start making motions with your hands, dividing and directing the group so you could circle them.
The members are to find a good angle, one that they can get a presumed clean kill shot from. On your mark they will take it, if youโre lucky all five will go down at once. An immaculate feat, one you would shortly be discussing over fresh meat at the cookfire.
The white of the pelts blends nicely with the herwanpalu furs, and their furs blend almost seamlessly with the snow. The flying creatures shouldnโt be able to see any danger until it is too late.ย
You raise your bow, aiming for the chest cavity of the beast. You can hear a hunting call come from your right, another from your left โ it was time to strike. When your arrow sailed, theirs would fly too.
But then you falter. There is something atop the creature. Could it be mangkwan? No. They never ventured to these parts, it being far too cold for their hot nature.ย
โHold!โ You hiss, just loud enough for the group to hear. โHold position, do not reveal yourselves. I will make contact.โ
You dismount your herwanpalu, slinging your bow back over your shoulder and flipping your hood down. You shout, โIf you wish to live, land your beast and surrender!โย
The call triggers a response. At first the beasts begin banking tightly left and right, granting their riders better visibility to the land below. And then they descend and land.
You allow them to clamber off of their mounts, to come to stand before you before questioning, โWho are you?โย
โWe seek uturu.โ
โWho are you to seek uturu?โ
โI am Jake Sully, my mate Neytiri, and our children. Youโre from the Herwรฌslรคr clan right?โ His hands are upturned trying to seem like he is not a threat. You step to the side, eyeing his family. They looked to be cold, slightly huddled together, their animal hide cloaks doing nothing to shield them from the freezing tundra temperatures.ย
Youโre skeptical. They may be trying to cause chaos, to destroy the clan from the inside out. The doubt flows entirely through your body, your tail lashing, ears pressed tightly to your skull. It triggers Neytiri to speak.
โMy husband was Toruk Makto. He brought the clans together against the sky people.โ
Toruk Makto? This man was Toruk Makto? That was not a name to be taken lightly, the stories of a great flying beast, the scariest thing in the sky; and the very few Naโvi who were able to tame it were named Toruk Makto.
If these Naโvi were any bit honorable they would not throw the title around. You could indulge them at the very least, bring them in and if they misbehaved take them as prisoners.ย
โReveal yourselves!โ Your voice booms out across the tundra. Jake Sully and his family flinch, surprised at the sudden burst of energy. Their heads whipping around at the sudden movement of the warriors around you.
Then you point, โYou will follow me. And they,โ Your hand changes direction towards the warriors, โWill follow you. Come.โ
As you direct them back towards the village you can only imagine what your father will think. If he will believe that you made the right choice, or if he will be disappointed that you risked the safety of the clan.ย
You motion the sentries to open the gate, allowing you entrance to the village. One of the warriors runs ahead to go retrieve your father. You continue to bring the Sullys forwards, deeper into the village.
โWhere are we going?โย
It is Jake who speaks up. Apparently the only one with a voice in his family. You spare him a glance, seeing the apprehension clear on his face.
โTo see the Oloโeyktan. He will decide your fate.โ
That seems to settle him. Neytiri begins whispering something, keeping it low enough that even just a few feet away you cannot hear them chatter. It did not matter though, your father approached and their fates would soon be sealed.
Your father stands strong. If his furs did not differentiate him from the rest of the clan, then surely the necklace and beaded covering that rested on top of them would. The deep black tattoos in distinctive lines decorated his face more than others.ย
But if none of that directed the Sully's to who this was, then his presence must have. It commanded attention more so than others, leaving you nowhere else to look.ย ย
You take the last few steps to him as he opens his mouth to speak, โWhat is this?โ
โThey seek uturu. Apparently the father is Toruk Makto.โ You meet his eyes briefly, before walking past him and turning to stand slightly behind him.
โToruk Makto seeks uturu with us? The Herwรฌslรคr people?โ
Jake nods โYes. We will learn your ways, be helpful, right?โ He turns, nodding to his family, encouraging them to agree with his statements.
โIt will be tough, difficult to teach who has already been taught.โ
โWe can learn. We can adapt. We will adapt.โ
โThen it is decided.โ Your father steps forwards, reaching his arm out in the traditional Naโvi binding contract, โToruk Makto and his family will receive uturu with us! Teach them our ways, and treat them as our own!โ
As Jake wraps his hand around your fathers forearm, your father continues his brief speech, โYou may learn with me, your mate with mine. My daughter will teach your children the ways. Nume nรฌwin.โ
As they separate you rush to your fathers side. โFather. They are dark, they will easily attract attention when hunting.โ
โThen you will give them extra pelts to cover.โ He dismisses you easily, readily moving direct people to either help the Sullys to a kelku, or return to their prior duties.ย
โBut look at their tails! They will freeze off when the winter gets harsher.โ
โPelts, again daughter.โ
โAnd their eyes! The brightness will make it difficult to see when they leave the village!โ
โYou are to teach them our ways.โ He turns, locking you in place with a pointed stare, โDo not make me repeat myself, and do not give more excuses as to how useless they will be without seeing their capabilities.โ
You tuck into yourself. Abashed at being reprimanded and dismissed out in public, you turn back to the Sullys, โCome I will bring you to your kelku, so you may drop off your things. Then we will go get pelts so you do not freeze to death.โ
Looks like you would not be sitting with Posma at the cookfire.
โNot like that.โ You tug Neteyams hands away from the pelt and fur he is stitching together. You begin unstitching the progress he has made.
Neteyam is watching your movements carefully, โWhat was I doing wrong?โ
His voice is curious โ a genuineness to it that makes you want to believe that he truly wants to make it better.
โYour stitch would allow air to slip between the pelt and the fur. It would not insulate properly.โ You take the needle crafted of bone from his hand and begin to stitch slowly, โWhen you stitch like this it traps the heat, pushing it back onto your body instead of allowing it to escape.โ
You hand the coat back to Neteyam first, then the needle. He nods at you before beginning to stitch the same way you showed him. When you are content with how he is working you spare a glance at the rest of the group.ย ย
Posma and Tempat have joined you in your duties. They seem to be working well with the remaining Sully kids. Posma guiding Kiri and Tuk, while Tempat is stuck with Lo'ak.
Fur binding is one of the most essential skills that a Herwรฌslรคr member must know. It is something that you learn as a child. As if you were to get lost or stranded and cannot craft a proper coat you will freeze to death.ย
You wish you were hunting today. Or drying pelts. Even foraging would be more preferable. You truly wish you were doing anything else besides teaching remedial skills to mostly grown Na'vi.
Before your mind can drift Neteyam calls you softly, when you turn your head he hands over the coat again. โDid I do it properly?โ
You turn it over in your palms. Visually the stitches seem good, like they will hold. Then you begin tugging roughly around the seams. If the stitching was bad, they would burst from your onslaught.ย
However, they donโt. You smile a little when you hand Neteyam his coat again, โIt will hold. Good work.โ
He smiles at that. Proud at being able to adapt like his father said, to make something of his own in a new clan, and maybe just a little bit at your smile. He has not seen you smile often since his family has arrived, and for him to be the cause of your baby blue cheeks raising to make space for the upturn of your lips makes satisfaction settle warm in his chest.
Loโakโs whine drags your attention away, โWhen are we gonna ride a mount?โ
โSoon.โ
โWhen is soon? We have been cooped up in here for days now.โย
โLoโak!โ Neteyam smacks the back of his head, โApologize.โ
Before Loโak can open his mouth again, you laugh a little. You suppose they must be feeling like caged animals, not seeing the true sky for many nights as the pelts they received on the first night were not well fitted for taiga exploration.ย
And you were just thinking about wanting to be anywhere but here. Itching to go outside and to have the fresh frozen air sting your lungs.ย
โCome, we can attempt to ride with your new furs.โ
Loโak is smiling, but then he realizes you did not promise a ride. โAttempt?โ
โYes. Herwanpalu do not allow just anyone to ride.โย
โSo they are like ikran, one rider for one mount.โ
Posma speaks then, โNot particularly! Some herwanpalu are more friendly, and they allow multiple riders. Others are possessive, even going to great lengths to prevent their riders from mounting another.โ
Her light, happy tone helps settle the Sully children a little bit. If she mentioned it, that must mean that there are plenty of herwanpalu willing to allow them to ride.ย
As your small group emerges out of the gate and into the taiga in front of you, you begin grunting. The sound comes from the back of your throat, with your lips closed. Posma and Tempat follow you, making their own sounds.
โEach herwanpalu comes at a specific call.โ You turn to face the Sullys as you explain, โWe teach them their calls as cubs, when they are most impressionable. Some will answer when any use their call, others may refuse as Posma said.โ
Your mount approaches. He circles you while purring, before turning to sniff at the air where the Sullys stand. Now that he has come, you begin a new call, urging another friendlier mount to come.
โThis is Wiโtsin.โ You pet his head lovingly as Tuk approaches, โHe and I have been together many years. He is one of the more possessive mounts that Posma had mentioned.โ
While he may have been possessive, Wiโtsin would not hurt anyone you showed favor to. He allows the Sullys to pet him, to feel the difference of his furs.ย
Tuk hasnโt taken her hands off him, she seems to be enamoured with the softness of him, โCan I ride him?โย
โYou may join me if your siblings allow it.โ
She whips around facing Neteyam with a dragged out pleaseeee. You can see the fondness in his eyes even though his expression remains contemplative. But then he nods, โI suppose she is more experienced and it would be a better ride.โย
He was right, it would be a better ride with you. No tumbling, or fighting for control. She would have a good time. So after you get everyone else settled, get them saddled up and positioned correctly on the mounts you tug Tuk up onto Wiโtsin.
โWe will head to the lake, then return.โ You motion your mount to move through the bond, โIt is a simple ride, the perfect opportunity to learn the mounts.โ
While the herwanpalu were not difficult mounts to ride, it was still new to the Sullys. They would need to learn the breathing patterns of the beasts. Need to learn how their paws felt pressing into the snow. How their ears were attuned to even the smallest critters, and their tails swished to allow them quick turns.ย
The first bit of the trek, you direct them to walk. To zig and zag through the trees, to feel the curve of the herwanpaluโs spine. To understand how swiftly they can move.ย
It goes about as well as you would assume. Loโak falls off on his first turn, telling the herwanpalu to move faster than you had told him to. He was unused to how to move his body in turn with the mounts, so when she dove to avoid a tree he flew off her back.
You show them that the mounts may also be used for climbing, demonstrating with Tuk and yourself upon a tree. It is then that Kiri falls off. On her recount she โmisjudged how rough her mount would slam onto the treeโ and then the story shortly changed to being shocked at the feeling of the bark underneath the mount's claws course through her fingers.ย
By the time you make it to the lake the only one to not make a fool of themselves and take a tumble in the fresh snowfall is Neteyam. He took every motion with stride, moved with the mount as if they were one. He curved his spine on the sharp turns, and pressed himself into the furs and saddle while climbing up the trees.ย
โThis is the grand lake. It thaws in the warmer months, allowing for free fishing and swimming.โ As you monologue, you begin to walk out towards the center of the lake, โMost of it freezes during the winter, but we carve into the ice to allow for fishing. Would you like to try?โ
โWe know how to fish, zusawkrr oloโeyk
te.โ Loโak laughs as if it is childish to assume they donโt know how to fish.
That they donโt know how to carve the ice. That they donโt know they must tie some twine to the end of their arrows. That they donโt know how important it is to angle properly, and strike as soon as they see their target.
So instead of helping them, you decide to let them figure it out themselves. Striding back over to Wiโtsin, you dig into a woven bag attached to his saddle. You place the serrated crystal knife into Loโakโs hand and gesture towards the ice at his feet, โShow me.โ
It does not go well.ย
Loโak doesnโt carve deep enough the first time, so Tempat takes the knife and shows him how to properly carve into the ice.ย
You have to admit that he does take a good shot. His arrow is aimed well, sinking directly into his kill. But without any twine, there is no way to drag it back to the surface.ย
Loโak has been teasing you since the Sullys arrived. Trying to poke the right buttons. Attempting to break your composure. You assume comedy is his comfort, so it does not offend you.
But it does little to soften you to the Sullys. Still not believing they could be useful, that they could fully acclimate to your people.ย
Their ability to ride the herwanpalu does little to change your mind. If they wanted to survive here, they would have to learn this mount at the minimum.ย
Nonetheless you are pleased with their progress towards becoming competent.ย
Pleased that you are one step closer to not having to see them unless you desired.
Itโs late, the cookfire nearly being diminished to embers.
A few weeks have passed since you taught him and his siblings how to ride their first Herwรฌslรคr mount. The rest of their lessons have been going smoothly since.
You had just allowed Neteyam and Loโak to join on their first group hunt. Tonight's dinner being partially the fruits of their labor. So when Neteyam approaches you, you decide to grant him a small smile.ย
He tries to smile back, it looks more like a grimace however, with how his eyebrows are pinched and his eyes are lost in thought. โYou know I was a warrior with the Omatikaya.โ
You nod, well aware of his past.
โI wish to become a warrior here too.โ
It was not an outlandish thing to ask. He wanted responsibility, to prove himself in the clan. But it was risky; the Herwรฌslรคr final rite of passage being taming their own flying mount. You assume it also has something to do with how his mother and fathers txawuks have recently matured.ย
You must tame it while it is a juvenile, making the bond when it is still young. They are ridable from the time of taming, but it still takes a few months for them to reach full size.
It is of utmost importance to avoid the mother. Many Naโvi have passed from the trial; dying from the fall, succumbing to their injuries, or never returning after interacting with the mother.
โYou are not ready. The txawuk are not forgiving.โ
He shuffles into a seat next to you, โIkran try to kill us as well. It is how we know we picked the proper mount, as they must also pick us.โ
You run your tongue across your bottom teeth. Shaking your head lightly as you weigh your choices, as you debate Neteyamโs odds.
He speaks again when you donโt respond, โI am strong. You have seen me hunt, I am reliable. I can do this.โ
โI cannot save you if something goes wrong.โ You side eye him, โIf you slip, if you are bitten, if you do not seal the bond, I cannot interfere.โ
โI will not fail. My fingers will not lose their grip, and my reflexes will not slow.โ
You click your tongue in annoyance. Neteyam was not giving this up, you would grant him his request if he completed a final test.
โYou will hunt a herโang tomorrow, without assistance.โ You turn to face him, greyed out green eyes staring into his amber ones, โIf you complete the test I will grant your request to complete your final rite and be welcomed into the arms of the people as one of us.โ
Neteyam smiles then, itโs more boyish than youโve seen him smile. A warmth blooms in your chest as you admire him, finally beginning to see him as one of the people. To allow yourself to view all possibilities of him.
โI will not fail.โ Neteyam reiterates. Overjoyed that heโs so close to getting his wish granted.ย
You send him off to sleep then, informing him that it would be a long and tiring hunt and he needed his energy. You follow shortly after retiring to your own kelku.ย
In the morning you inform your father that you will be gone on a hunt. He reminds you that the winds shifted yesterday, that the skies in the distance looked to be gray with snowfall.
But you brush him off. Youโve hunted in storms before, been stuck out in the wilderness in even the harshest of winds and temperatures. And if Neteyam wanted to become a warrior in the eyes of your people, he would have to prove himself in all conditions.
So the two of you head out, dressed in the warmest furs, quivers full where they are attached to your herwanpaluโs, spare paint hanging from your tewng in case yours came off in the snowfall. The snow is light at the start of your hunt, coming down fast but not enough to obscure your vision.
You are only there to observe, to step in if everything goes terribly wrong. Neteyam leads, tracking the herโang up a mountain. The tracking gets difficult then, old prints getting frosted over in new snowfall.
Maybe you underestimated the snow. It was falling heavier than you thought it would, and Neteyam was too stubborn to make camp earlier in the night when there was still light to aid you.ย
So you call out to him, hoping it reaches his ears despite the howling winds, โNeteyam!โ
He turns to face you, his hood resting heavy over his forehead. He waits for you to reach him, โWhat is it?โ
โWe must find shelter.โย
โBut we are so close!โย
Neteyam was always the responsible one of his siblings. Always the one to pull back before things could escalate so it made no sense why he would be so set on staying out in these harsh conditions.
โI know you cannot feel your toes! And that your fingers feel as if they will fall off even when tucked into your furs!โ Youโre peering at him through snow-crusted lashes, โThere is a cave, in that part of the mountainside! I have rested there before, come!โ
You donโt allow him to protest, directing Wiโtsin towards the cave. The two of you needed to get out of the snow as soon as possible. Needed to start a fire, and regain circulation in your phalanges before you lost them.ย
When you get to the deepest part of the cave Neteyam speaks up again. โI am sorry. I shouldnโt have forced us to go deeper.โ
โDo not apologize.โ You begin sparking stones together to start a fire, โEagerness is nothing to be ashamed of.โ
The two of you do not speak much. Neteyam thinking about how difficult it would be to find the herโang in the morning, how if it continued moving in the storm he would never see it again. You debating how long it would be before you could return home.ย
As the night goes on the snow does not relent. It filters into the cave, resting softly in the mouth waiting to dissolve in the morning.
The chill in the air sends shivers up your spine. Even though you have experienced many overnight hunts, on most of them you had properly insulated shelters. If you did not, you at least did not have the snow blowing at you.ย
The furs and the fire do nothing to quell the nip in the air. Nothing to soothe the ache in your chest from inhaling the frozen air. You shift, unfurling from the ball you curled yourself into before peering at where Wiโtsin is.ย
Maybe you could curl up with him, allowing his furs to warm you along with your own. But you cannot bring yourself to call to him, he is huddled closely with Neteyamโs herwanpalu. The two of them sharing body heat to fight off the cold.
You suppose it was a good idea. That it could be a useful tool, especially if Eywa's creation was also partaking. So you call softly to Neteyam.
If he was asleep you did not wish to wake him, but you knew his sharp ears would pick up on your voice if he was still awake.ย
It takes a few moments, but he slowly shifts to face you. โWhat is it? Are you alright?โย
โAre you cold?โ
He laughs at the stupidity of your question, the breaths he heave fog up in front of you, โYes. I am cold.โ
โWould you like toโฆโ Oh Eywa this was embarrassing. โWould you like to share body heat?โ
โWhat?โ Neteyam's disbelieved tone comes softly across the fire, the crackling nearly covering it completely.ย
โWe can rest on your fur, or mine, and rest the other above us so that we can trap all the heat together.โ
He nods, โAll right.โย
You shuffle over quickly. Ushering him to take off his fur as you toss yours on the stone ground of the cave. As he shrugs it off his shoulders you smooth out your fur and plant yourself on the left side.
As Neteyam settles on the right side he tosses his pelt over you, tugging it over himself until it rests comfortably over both of you.
He notices your distance. It's clear that despite being the one to suggest being close, you're trying to stay away from him.
Believing it to be because of him, he reassures you, โYou can come closer. I do not mind.โย
โNo, it is fine. Just give it a few minutes. The heat will accumulate soon.โ
Then your eyes are closing. Dismissing him as the slightest bit of heat settles around you.ย
It takes Neteyam a bit longer to fall asleep. He's been infatuated since the moment he first saw you after landing his ikran in the snowy plain.ย
The misty blue tone your skin had, and the slate blue stripes that seemed to wrap around your body in more wispy patterns than he had ever seen on someone from the Omatikaya.ย
The pattern your bioluminescent freckles made upon your face, some of them even gleaming brightly underneath the black paint you had plastered across your eyes.ย
The tattoo you had on your chin. One line leading seemingly from your mouth, down the middle of your lip and chin to where it ended somewhere between your jawline and neck. Two dotted lines frame the one solid line, following its path down your chin.
And now he's getting to see it all up close. To stare at you unabashed. So Eywa forgive him if he resists sleep for a while to admire.
Eventually his eyelids drift close from exhaustion. But the chill in the air does not stop just because the two of you are under the same fur.
Unconsciously, the two of you drift closer together; moving towards the warmth the other is emanating. You turn from facing him, your back now pressing into his front.
You wake slowly. Eyes blinking languidly as they try to scrunch to remove the crust that has settled on your inner eyes.
You don't recognize the warmth at your back at first. Assuming it is just from your heat getting trapped between the pelts. Then there's a soft exhale on your cheek.
Your body stills completely, eyes widening in shock, while you try to slow your own breathing so as to not startle whatever beast is looming over you. When you slide your eyes up towards the ceiling of the cave and spot nothing, a confused look graces your features.
Upon turning slightly, you're met with Neteyam's neck. It's then that you realize he has a grip around your waist. That your legs are tangled with his. And that his chest is pressed tightly to your back.
What had happened while you were asleep? How did you end up all the way in his personal space? Or did he inch his way into yours?
You shift to leave. Slowly untangling your legs, then you try to remove his grasp on your waist. In your shifting Neteyam stirs, grip tightening until you clear your throat lightly.
โOh. I am sorry.โ An indigo tint rises to his cheeks in embarrassment.ย
โIt is fine. We must have shifted towards each other's warmth.โ You want to sit, want to sling your fur back on and shrink back into yourself. But Neteyam is still lying down, still waking from his rest.
โYou did not mind?โ A slight upturn graces his lips.
A blush graces your cheeks now, โIt was out of necessity.โ
โWould you have minded if it had not been out of necessity?โ
You huff. Sitting up despite the cold, allowing your skin to prickle at the temperature. โFocus on becoming one of the people, then you may ask me such questions.โ
Neteyam moves as you do, quickly donning his fur and moving off of yours so that you may dress as well.
He hunts well that day. Tracks fast. Moving as one with the cold.
The bite in his lungs urging him to move swiftly, but not brashly.
When the two of you come close to the her'ang, you still. Using your mounts to become one with the trees.
Neteyam takes atypical aim, piercing through the beast's skull instead of its heart. But you whoop and yip all the same once the kill is made. Proud that he has accomplished such a task on his own.
Proud that he will soon claim his txawuk.
Proud that he will be one of your people soon.
When you finally return to the village the rest of the clan's people react the same. You usher Neteyam to them as you haul his kill to be skinned and broken down into all its pieces.ย
Your favorite member of the family is Tuk. Children are the most impressionable, and she takes well to your customs.ย
She adores your carvings made of bone. Nestles into the furs youโve gifted her. Asks to go on rides on Wiโtsin whenever you have free time. And if you cannot take her, she runs to one of the many friends she's made in your clan.
But you make a special exception for Neteyam in your heart after waking up with him in the cave. The past months spent with him have a new look to them, a brighter hue as you see all his redeeming qualities.
It was an old tradition to have one of your most honored furs be that of the first her'ang you killed by your lonesome. You had not passed the knowledge to Neteyam, deciding it would make for a good surprise. One last gift before he joined your people as a warrior.
So you personally skin the beast. Tie it to the drying posts. Paste salts upon it. Then you wait.
Four days pass before the furs are ready.
Your patience almost wore thin, almost believing that they would not be ready before he took on his final rite. But thank Eywa, they were ready.ย
Your stride is soft as you approach the Sully tent, not wanting to wake anyone still sleeping inside. You can hear murmurs whispering from inside, but pay them no mind. Most of the village has not risen yet and it would be rude to speak in loud tones.
A familiar name passes through the conversation though. Your name is sounded out by Loโakโs voice โ it is then that you decide to listen instead of making your presence known.ย
โIโm just sayin bro. Youโve got her sweet on you after your hunt.โ
Neteyam laughs a bit boyishly, โIt is not like that.โ
โYeah but even Tuk couldnโt get her to let up on us. Always nagging about the clan ways, and how we wouldnโt fit.โ
Oh Eywa forbid you were skeptical that Naโvi that came from a tropical climate would have a hard time adjusting.ย
โShe likes Tuk. They do many things together.โ
โSure, but she still hounded us. You, me and Kiri had to learn so much. And she didnโt even give us compassion for the simple fact that we were here because of uturu!โ
A sigh resonates in the space. You can hear some shuffling before Neteyams voice sounds again.
โShe just worries for the future, Loโak. A heavy title rests on her shoulders.โ
โYeah but she didnโt have to be such an ass about it.โ
You were brash, sure. Drilled your customs into their skulls. Made them practice the same tasks a hundred times.ย
But they were things you had done thousands of times, things any person their age was well familiar with. And if they wanted to be sure members in your clan, then they needed to be able to complete the tasks without needing assistance.ย
โListen, Iโm just saying thanks for working her so that we could catch a break, I knew youโd come around.โ
Working you? This whole time Neteyam was just feeding into you, trying to receive your affections so his siblings would not have to hear from you?
You supposed you were tough on them. But you did not threaten to skin them, did not shy away from their jokes or their teasing. If they wanted to take things slower, or differentiate the skills they practiced, why not just say something?
Despite yourself, when a sinking feeling invades your chest, you realize that you did come to like them. That you enjoyed their company, and could even see yourself spending time with them after they had been properly integrated into the clan.
Clearly your sentiments were not returned.ย
Loโak and Kiri were far enough in their rites that you did not have to deal with them anymore. Tuk could join the other young children at this point. And Neteyam would be finishing his final rite shortly, freeing you of his presence.ย
You did not need to make a scene. Did not need to confront them for their hurtful words, you were never meant to hear them anyway.
You were meant to play into the role. Get strung along by Neteyam for Eywa knows how long. And to be cast aside when he chose someone else.
Turning on your heel you head back towards the village center. Tempat and Posma are there, waiting eagerly for Neteyamโs send off.ย
โI am feeling unwell, perhaps some bad fruit at the cookfire last night.โ Hastily, you thrust the furs from Neteyamโs kill into Posmaโs arms, โCan one of you guide him today?โ
Posma replies, a concerned glint in her eyes at your unusual behavior, โOf course! Go rest, you will not want to miss the celebration later.โย
Hours later after Neteyam has left on his journey Posma pokes her head into your kelku. She spots you curled up on your bed of furs and pelts, submerged to the point that she only notices from the uneven lump.
โI had Tempat lead Neteyam.โ
You only glance at her from your heap. Eyes blinking slowly as acknowledgement.ย
She sheds the furs that adorn her shoulders, then lifts the ones that rest on top of you. Climbing in and cradling your head to her chest she speaks again, โWhat has happened?โ
โIt does not matter.โ
The rumble of laughter in her chest is comforting. If you closed your eyes and focused enough maybe it could lull you back to sleep.
โI think it does.โ Her hand begins stroking through your braids, slightly scratching on their way down then smoothing again on the next pass. โYou were very proud, very excited, to give Neteyam his furs.โ
โHe received them did he not?โ
โHe did. But he does not know the love and attention that was put into them.โ
You lift your head, eyes meeting Posmas, โYou did not sell me out?โ
โOf course not! You are my tsmuke, blood or not, and he is just a boy.โ
Your eyes begin to tear at that. If he would treat you so cruelly in private, while being so kind to your face, then he is just a boy. At some point, your few tears turn into sobs. The crashing weight of everything finally collapsing onto you.ย
Your endless duties meant that you did not have time to form bonds outside of your few friends. That you did not have time to seek a mate, to ask for Eywaโs blessing. And it had seemed as if one was handed to you on a silver platter.ย
Neteyam was well fit to be Oloโeyktan, he had spent his entire life training for it with the Omatikaya. And you had learned both the Oloโeyktan and Tsahik responsibilities โ well prepared to lead on your own, or with someone standing by your side.ย
He had listened. Had encouraged you to speak about your childhood eagerly, wanting to hear how the lesson for the day tied into Herwรฌslรคr culture.ย
He made it a point to come and find you even after you had dismissed his siblings. You had thought it had been to spend time with you, under the guise of studying.ย
Thought that his interest in your clans weaving techniques could have possibly meant him looking into your clans courting techniques.
Eywa. You even thought that some part of him deciding to complete the most dangerous rite was so that he could pick a mate in your people. That he could ask your father to court you and eventually take you as his mate.
Now you know that it all was so Loโak and Kiri could frolic around the village without you to guide them.ย
Without you breathing down their necks, trying to ensure that they were completely set before you sent them off on their own.
But as you had thought earlier, the Sully kids did not need you anymore. Youโre sure of it when your mother returns home and informs you of Neteyam returning with a txawuk.ย
Good for him. Great for you. You could finally return to the way your life had been, to only completing your trainings and duties and spending your free time however you pleased.
You do not attend the gathering that night to celebrate Neteyamโs accomplishment. Still feigning illness.
You ignore the disappointment at not celebrating his achievement with him. However, it does not matter, the wound is still fresh.ย
It remains fresh for weeks. You go from just avoiding Neteyam to no longer speaking to Kiri, even leaving your sessions with your mother when she decides to join. You avoid Loโak at all costs, his shouts of zusawkrr oloโeykte! go unanswered. When Tuk asks you to take her out for rides, you instead redirect her towards her siblings, and if they are busy you remind her that Posma or Tempat would take her if she truly desired to go.
Your new pattern is not difficult. In fact, you quite like it. Like the fact that you have time to focus on yourself again. That you can refocus on learning how to best lead your people.
Neteyam had expected you to guide him when he completed his last rite. That even if you said you could not interfere, that you could not catch him when he fell, that you would at least be there with him. Your presence enough to give him some calmness in his death-defying moment.
But you are not there when he arrives. Posma is there, Tempat too. They greet him excitedly, bestowing him a gift in the form of the furs of his first solo herโang kill.ย
It's only when Tempat ushers him forward that he questions where you are. Why they were leaving without his kayru.ย
A sad smile graces their features when they tell him you are sick. That you went home to recover before the celebration that would be held in his honor tonight.
It gave him some peace. Knowing that you werenโt missing the event because you wanted to, but because of an illness. The peace fades as worry ebbs in, what had gotten you sick? It must have been bad if you couldn't at least see him off.
No matter, he could ask you all about it when he returned. Inquire about your illness, then talk your ear off about how the rite went. Afterwards he'd beg you to compare it to yours.
Always eager to learn about you. To learn about your people. To meld to your ways.
He wondered what age you were when you completed the rite. Who went with you? How many younglings were there to choose from? What drew you to the one you picked?
So many questions that he never got answers to. You never showed at the celebration. Lo'ak thought you just must have been missing each other; perfectly coasting around the gathering at exact opposite points. Neteyam knew better though.ย
He saw Posma come by, share her joy for him, then stop and grab two food wraps before venturing off again. Neteyam would try to deny it, to refuse that she was bringing the second wrap for you, but he knew better.
Had you been consumed with your duties today? That wouldn't make sense, he was one of your duties so you should have been with him. But it would be fine, he would see you tomorrow and all would be well.
But then tomorrow comes and you do not greet the Sully children in the morning. Do not find them at their kelku, do not surprise them from behind as they meander towards the village center. There is nothing that even hints at your presence.
Neteyamโs able to find Tempat. Calling out to him and rushing to his side. โIs she still sick?โ
Tempat smiles brightly at him, โOh, no. You have completed your last rite, and your siblings are far enough that they can join the others their age!โ
โSo that is it?โย
Tempat nods, speaking something about them being able to do whatever they pleased when their duties were completed.
But Neteyam wanted to see you. That was what would please him. Yet he cannot seem to grasp a moment of your time.
It has now been a full moon cycle since Neteyam has spoken to you.
Something gnaws at his chest uncomfortably. He went from spending every moment with you, to now being lucky if he can catch a glimpse of your furs through the crowd.
Every hunt he attends, you miss. Every call of your name is ignored. Every trip Posma and Tempat take him and his siblings on, you do not attend.
He tries to sit near you at the cookfires, engage in your circle of friends. Anytime he gets close you politely excuse yourself, planting yourself firmly between your parents. He considers approaching, it may work in his favor.ย
Your father had ordered you to speak to him and his siblings before, maybe it would be the same now. But he thinks back on how angry it had made you, how at first you only spent time with them because you were bound by duty to. He wanted you to talk with him because you wanted to; not because you were forced.
So he keeps trying his luck in other forms.ย
He joins the women as they dry pelts and furs โ ignores how when you see him you retreat.
He spends much time carving. Honing in on his ability to carve into bone, to make intricate patterns in it.ย
He hunts and goes for flights, spending as much time as he's allowed away from the village. Trying to will his tropical skin to fade, for it to become well resistant to the cold of your home.ย
After two moon cycles of not speaking with you he confronts Posma.ย
โI just do not understand what happened. Did she really only tolerate our presence?โย
Posma purses her lips, โIt is not like that.โ
โThen what is it like? Please enlighten me.โ Neteyam exasperates, he is tired of this.
โShe is busy with her duties.โ
โDo not patronize me. I see her spend time with the hunters, weavers, and carvers.โ Neteyam huffs, biting his lip before continuing, โIf we, if I, have done something I would like to apologize.โ
โIt is not my place to share if there is something to apologize for.โ Posma crosses her arms, โWhatever answers you're looking for, I do not have.โ
Neteyam nods, gnawing at his lip again. Posma moves to leave, assuming the conversation is over, but then he calls out to her again.
โCan you take us to the Hollow of S? Kiri would like to connect with Eywa.โ
โYou do not know the way?โ
Neteyam allows a sheepish smile to grace his face, โWe have only been once, and I do not wish to get lost.โ
So Posma nods, tells him to meet her at the gates after their duties are done. Neteyam rushes to where Kiri is weaving, pleading with her to keep up his lie.
She had not asked to visit the Hollow. Had not complained and nagged her brother as he had made it seem, but she would not mind going. Naturally though, as a younger sibling, she needed to press.
โWhy do you need to go?โ
Netryam rolled his eyes, โIt does not matter. Just do not expose me, alright?โ
โIt is for your little crush, isn't it?โ Kiri laughs when Neteyamโs eyes widen a fraction, โWhat? Did you overhear that she would be there?โ
โNo. No, I did not. I justโฆโ He huffs, unwilling to share something so deep when he is so unsure. But Kiri was not Lo'ak, she would not rat out his secret, โI just want to see if Eywa wills it.โย
At that Kiri stills, a grin overtaking her face. It has been a long time coming that her brother admitted his infatuation, so supposed she could keep up the lie for him.
It was clear along the Sullys that Neteyam had been taken with you since they had arrived. They noticed his staring, seeking you out in gatherings or meetings.
Tried to not tease him as he practiced traditional clan necessities of carving and weaving in his spare time.
His father was pleased. Not only was he adapting, but he was truly making it his home. Finding his home, in a place where they were safe.
His mother did not approve at first. It was not against you, it had absolutely nothing to do with you. She had hoped that they would return to her people, the Omatikaya, when the time was right. If Neteyam settled and built a life here, it would mean that she lost her firstborn.
She eventually came to terms with it. Her son would have to find a mate someday, why not be happy that it is someone so skilled? Someone held in high prestige and who reminded her much of herself when Jake had originally come to her people.
Kiri and Tuk were excited. Another sister was someone else to make adorable chest coverings for, someone else to share secrets with, someone else who could braid your hair in intricate patterns with pretty beads. Even if they ended up being able to go back to the Omatikaya, it only meant they had a secondary home here, with new friends, mounts and lifestyles.
Lo'ak liked you. Despite your temperament towards him and his family, you had been kind. You had stuck up for him when one of the warriors a little older than him called him a โhalf-breedโ. A firm slap of your palm against the boys cheek paired with a hiss to โnot disrespect your Olo'eyktan or Toruk Makto againโ.ย
From then on everyone knew it wasn't to be mentioned that they were related to even the idea of the sky people. It meant a lot to Lo'ak; his five fingers being something that even some Omatikaya people judged him for.ย
He didn't mind that Neteyam had a thing for you. Hell, if anything he was shocked his brother liked someone so cold and cut off. But he slowly came to realize that his brother saw himself in you. That he found someone he could relate to, someone he could speak to of his pressures and they would know exactly how he felt.
One night after a particularly rough lesson, one that Lo'ak did not do well on, their dad asks you how they are progressing. You tell him that maybe Lo'ak could use a little bit more practice at the skill, maybe put some more focus into it, but other than that everyone did well.
That night Jake had called a family meeting. He laid into Lo'ak, as he frequently does, telling him he needed to do better. To focus more, and to wise up, before he ruined the uturu they had sought.
Lo'ak had stormed off, chest aching at his father's disappointment. But then the feeling turned angry, angry that his father never understood the stress he was under. Angry that no one stood up for him.ย
Eventually it snowballs into anger at you. If you had never said anything, then this whole night would have never happened. So when Neteyam comes to comfort him Lo'ak asks him to warm you up a bit.
To get you to understand their struggle, specifically his, a bit more. Neteyam says no, that you do understand the struggles, and that it was just a stressful day for everyone.
So Lo'ak pushes a bit more. States that Neteyam is a โchickenโ as his dad would say, a coward for Na'vi. That he's refusing to warm you up because he's afraid you won't accept his advances.
Lo'ak doesn't think anything bad could come if it. Neteyam would get what he wanted, the rest of the family would be content with his choice.
Another advantage would be that hopefully some of Neteyamโs worrying would pass onto you, and allow him to get into some actual trouble with this new clan. To allow him to deepen the friendships he's made.
He pushes his older brother's buttons to the point of aggravation. Telling him it's okay big bro, we both know you couldn't get her anyway. And Neteyam's need to prove himself surfaces. He had already been trying to attract your view, what was the harm in helping out his baby bro?
And it had gone well for a while. He was slowly inching his way closer to you; aiding you in your duties after his lessons, sitting with you at the cookfires, helping you haul the kills in, sometimes even just bringing you a steaming beverage as you went over your Tsahik training.ย
He truly believed that he was carving his way into your heart. Then right before his final rite, you dumped him and his siblings as if they were hot coals. Refusing to look at them, to speak to them, Eywa you barely acknowledged that they existed.ย
So when Neteyam finally approaches the Hollow of Spirits he makes quickly towards the glowing ice stalactites. Theyโre cold, slippery to the touch, but from the moment Neteyam puts his fingers on one he can feel Eywa pulsing through them.
His opposite hand flies back, reaching for his kuru. He expects a jolt when he connects, for the iciness to freeze over his blood, but instead all he feels is warmth.
The Great Mother knows what he is here for and she confirms his beliefs. That you are the one for him. That you would come to your mantles well when the time came.ย
A grin forces its way onto his face, an insurmountable amount of joy overcoming him. It was settled. He would craft the courting gift he had been thinking of for weeks now.ย
It is one infused with both of your peoples. And when you see it, you will agree to courting him. Eywa has willed it after all.ย
A few more days pass โ Neteyam wanted the gift to be perfect. He briefly worries that him not approaching you may make you drift towards another. But his remembrance of Eywa's plans calms him.ย
It is a beautiful necklace.ย
When you wear it, it will sit right between your collarbones. He has used Omatikayan weaving patterns, but weaved Herwรฌslรคr beads on both sides. In the center rests a bead that he once wore in his hair, one that he searched hours for, wanting something the same shade as the outer edges of a tsawksyul. Finally, resting just below the bead he has weaved in a carving of bone, one shaped to be a tsawksyul; his favorite flower in the entire forest, one he hoped to show you one day.ย
He tracks you down, pleased to see youโre sitting with Posma fiddling with your bowstring. He knows that Posma saw something in his demeanor change at the Hollow of Spirits, that she may even aid him in getting you to not be stubborn and to listen to him.ย
โWe must speak.โย
You glance up at him, before sliding your eyes to your friend. He must be speaking to her as he hasnโt had the chance to talk to you in weeks. When you stay silent he calls out your name, followed by a soft please.
โWill it be brief? I have much to do.โย
Neteyamโs lips purse in a tight smile, โI hope it does not.โ
โThen speak, so it may move quickly.โ
โI have thought of you for many moons โ well, to be honest, since my family has arrived for uturu.โ Eywa, Neteyam hopes you look at him at least once while he spills his guts, โYou are like no one I have ever met. So similar to myself that I did not know how to handle it at first. I see you.โ
You raise your head glancing at him with scrutiny swimming in your eyes. He does not mind the way you look at him, simply joyed at being able to look into your eyes finally, to restudy your features. So he continues, more sure now, โIโve been taken by you; every thought is consumed by you. Every moment I have spent away from you was spent searching for you.โย
Neteyam ruffles through the satchel that rests under his furs, producing an intricately woven necklace, โI wish to court you. To eventually make you ma muntxate.โ He presents the gift to you. His hands tremble a bit as he awaits your answer, even if Eywa has willed it he still has nerves.
You huff, turning your face away, leaning back into the bowstring you were previously toying with. โNo.โ
Neteyam is shocked. He had known you were not on the best of terms, even if he did not know why. But he was sure that the previous moments would be enough for you to at least be willing to try with him.ย
He can see Posma is shocked too. Though he is not sure if it is from his admission, or yours.
โNo?โ
โI do not want it. If you wish to find a muntxate, I am sure that Selra is interested.โ
โSelra? The singer?โ
โYes.โ You nod along, โShe tries to be discreet, but anyone can spot the way she looks at you over the cookfire.โ
โI do not want Selra. We have not even had a conversation.โ Neteyam refuses to bring his hands back, to allow your rejection of his courting, โI only desire you.โ
โEiโwen is also a good choice.โย
โI do not wantโโ
โShe is a hunter. Assuming that is one of the similarities you see between yourself and I.โ
Posma's eyes have not stopped darting between the two of you. She obviously should not be here for this conversation, all it does is make her curious over what she has missed, at what lead to this point in your relationship.
โI do not want them. I want you.โ He once again jostles the jewelry in his palm, โI have come here to ask you, only after consulting with Eywa. The Great Mother has told me we are destined, you must believe me.โ
You scoff, โI do not have to believe any words that spill from your tongue. You have spoken lies before to achieve what you want, there is nothing stopping you from doing so again.โ
Neteyam has no idea what you are talking about. He has never lied to you before, never done anything deceitful to you. But before he can confess this you are up, snatching your bow from where you had rested it, and beginning to storm away from him.
When he moves to follow, to chase you down and prove his point, Posma presses a hand into his chest, halting his movement. He does not allow this to deter him, instead shouting after you, โAsk Eywa yourself! At the Hollow of Spirits, as I had! She will tell you the same thing she has told me!โ
Your pace quickened after the words spilled past his lips. He never gets a response but he knows you heard him. Knows that it will fester and nag at your brain until you go to check yourself, so he turns to Posma.
โMay I ask a favor?โ
The hand on his chest retracts until just a single finger rests above his heart, โYou are on thin ice. You do not get to ask for a favor.โ
โI just wish to know if she listens. If she travels to the Hollow.โ
Posma does not grant him an answer. She simply pushes into his chest with her finger and heads in the direction you went. Neteyam is uncertain that she will tell him, uncertain that you would even head remotely in the direction of the Hollows anytime soon. But he still had faith that Eywa was correct, that she had not led him astray.
Another week passes languidly. He goes through the motions; hunting, foraging, spending time with his siblings and newfound friends. The only change from the past two months is that you now let your eyes linger on him.
It is not fond, an intense glare that almost leaves him shrinking in on himself. He is not afraid of you; has never been and will never be. So he takes it in stride, smiling when he meets your gaze, allowing his tail to swish a little with curiosity.ย
He hopes one of these days that instead of staring, you would approach. Even if you do not, he will take any improvement in your acknowledgement of him. Would be pleased if you were to lash out at him, if it meant he got to hear your voice.ย
A sort of limbo passes over him. He hopes you would not reject him. That you would accept his advances. If you did not it would be okay, he is unsure of how long it would take him to recover from such a loss, but he would figure it out. He just hopes that you drag out the time before telling him, that you allow him to live in the fantasy where you accept for a little while longer.
Neteyam is on his way to take Tuk for a ride on his herwanpalu when Posma stops him. โI did not tell you anything, do you understand?โย
Oh.
He nods, yes he understands. Heโs been waiting for this moment. Tuk is ordered to find something else to do, to go find her friends or her other older siblings. After she is moving with purpose back towards the village he runs to call his herwanpalu.
He mimics the grunts and calls you taught him. It would be smart to adorn her in a saddle, to have some supplies if something went wrong, but Neteyam is moving to make it as quickly as possible. His fingers grip tight onto the fur in front of him, before commanding his mount to speed in your direction. He did not need to see the realization on your face. Did not need to be there as you disconnected your kuru from the stalactite. He simply needed to arrive before you left.ย
He walks into the Hollow, breathless as if he had personally ran the entire way here. From the silence he half expects you to be gone. The hopeful half of him assumes that you are still connected, still speaking to Eywa and searching out answers.
So he crawls softly and thoughtfully through the cave, he doesnโt want to startle you out of your conversation if you are not yet done. He does not spot you and his face falls, assuming you left.
He moves to the mouth of the cave, disappointed that he missed what he considered to be the best opportunity to change your mind. Before he can step towards the more surface levels of the hollow a voice calls after him.ย
โWhy did you lie?โย
Ah. So you were here.ย
He whips around, amber eyes scanning his surroundings. They hone in on your figure, lower legs dipping into the freezing water that some stalactites rest above.
โI would never lie to you. Can you be more specific?โ
Neteyam is moving closer now, unintentionally blocking you in. You see it as intentional, that he wants to force a conversation that does not need to be had. He sees it as his body refusing to be away from you anymore, especially in such a sacred place.ย
โI overheard you before your final rite. Loโak said that you had been โworkingโ me so that I would take it easier on you and your siblings during your lessons.โ
He laughs a breath through his nose, โIt was not like that.โย
You hiss in return. If he thinks you to be stupid, then you would leave. Before you can stand Neteyam grabs your hand, planting it underneath his against the floor.ย
โLoโak is a skxawng, but he does know how to get under my skin.โ His free hand lifts to direct your face towards his, โHe said that I could not get you to become infatuated with me as I had with you, said that I was a fnaweโtu.โ
Your eyes trace his furs, recognizing it as the same ones you crafted specially for him, โYou are not a fnaweโtu.โ
โI am not. And Loโak knew I would be eager to prove him wrong, he simply wanted to get under my skin one last time before I came into my own in this clan.โ
You begin to think it over. Loโak had always been teasing, always the one to try and use comedy even in situations they did not belong in. He was not cruel, simply wanting to find his place.
โWhat were you doing outside our kelku?โ
โI came to deliver the furs from your first solo kill, as a final good luck.โ
He smiles widely at you, โThese are from you?โ
You nod in agreement, not able to trust your voice.ย
The two of you sit in silence for a few minutes after that. Neteyam does not want to overwhelm you, and you have too much going on in your head to formulate a proper thought.
At some point you speak again, softly as to not disturb the peace the two of you have entered. โDo you still have the necklace?โ
โOf course.โ Neteyam begins digging into his furs, when he procures the necklace you stare at it longingly.
โI lied.โ When his brow furrows in confusion you continue. โWhen I said I did not want it? I had lied, it is one of the most beautiful things I have ever seen a Naโvi create.โ
โThen may I put it on the most beautiful Naโvi I have ever seen?โ
Neteyam moves quickly when you agree. His fingers move deftly as he ties the necklace into place. Then he allows them to ghost down the weave, tracing over the beads before stopping to rest upon the centerpiece.
He nods in approval, eyes meeting yours when he glances up. A new emotion swims in them, one of hunger, of desire; something he has not seen you allow yourself to indulge in before.ย
Oh Eywa, he had been waiting for this. If you wanted him, he would allow you to devour him whole. Send his spirit back to the ancestors and he would thank you.ย
Instead he forces himself to hold his composure, allows his fingers to ghost back up your neck. Curves his palm so it rests on the back of your neck, thumb lightly caressing your jaw. Your tongue darts out to wet your lips, subconsciously pursing them as you stare at his.ย
So he takes the lead, lightly pressing his lips to yours. Neteyam soon finds that this is not enough, that after so many months of not being able to have you that it would take him forever to satiate the heat that began to pool in his stomach.ย
You lick into his mouth and he realizes you must be just as hungry as he is. He does not fight you, allows you to have dominance, to take what you want with no resistance. Itโs only when you pull back for breath that he revolts, hands moving to lift you to rest in his lap.
It gives him more places to put his hands, and makes it easier for you to take whatever you want. When you pull away again Neteyam chases, he knows that youโre not pulling away for air and he does not wish to halt.
โThis isโฆโ Youโre huffing, needing to catch all the breaths that Neteyam stole from you, โWe are moving fast.โ
โWe moved slow for many months.โ When your brow creases in protest, he allows his thumbs to rub soothing circles into your waist where theyโve snuck under your fur, โBut if you wish, we can continue to take it slow.โ
You do not wish to take it slow. But you are still apprehensive with what he said about Loโak. If he was lying to you, and he really was playing you in the beginning you arenโt sure if you would be able to recover emotionally.ย
Sensing your turmoil, Neteyam nuzzles his nose against yours, โWhat is it yawne?โ
โI just worry that you are still playing me. That I am embarrassing myself with my actions.โ
He smiles at you lovingly, โI am not. I have never been. But we can go ask Loโak if you would like to quell your worries.โ
You do not respond, weighing your options. You could ask Loโak, could confront him and ask why he did not just speak to you directly. But if it was truly as Neteyam said it would only embarrass you. Youโre shocked out of your stupor when pink, glowing tendrils emerge in front of your eyes.
โOr, because we both know you would not trust his words on a situation as serious as this anyway, I can prove it to you now.โ
โWe cannot take back tsaheylu, Neteyam. Be serious.โ
He does not lower his kuru at your words, โI am being serious. What did Eywa show you?โ
โThat she has willed us to be together. It has been fated since we were children.โ
He smiles, Eywa had shown him similar visions. โSo why delay if it will happen eventually?โ
Neteyam had a point. Your father may skin you, your mother would be disappointed that there were no pre-mating ceremonies completed. But if Eywa willed it to happen, and the two of you were ready, would it really be harmful?
Your hand reaches behind you to grasp your kuru, โYou are sure?โ
โI have never been more sure.โ
So you press your kuru forward, allowing the tendrils to entangle themselves with his.ย
Your pupils blow wide. The emotions bombard you like something youโve never felt before, the feeling overwhelming all of your senses.ย
The love, the nervousness, the way he pined for you for months. The way he admires his parents, and adores his siblings. How he misses the Omatikaya forest, but has made your forest one of his own too.ย
Feel his desire to take you flying on his ikran, for you to claim your own ikran. To show you his forest, share all his knowledge of it with you. How he wants to feed you the delicacies of his people, to watch you in just simple loincloths instead of heavy furs.
Then the memories flow through you, ones that are not your own. A bright lush forest, roaring rivers, snowless floating mountains. Little hands holding a newborn baby. Hands being directed to aim properly at a fish.
When you finally come back to your senses youโre huffing a bit, body working to compensate for the immense things your brain is being flooded with. When you realize Neteyam has come to himself too, you lurch forward.
Itโs messy at first, your teeth clashing with his, fangs accidentally catching his lips. But then you can feel everything from his perspective. The tug of the fang, the way he briefly thinks about how he would not mind you sinking them into him on purpose.ย
Suddenly youโre overwhelmed all over again. You allow Neteyam to roll you onto your back, allow him to take control. He licks into your mouth again, eager to experience this while connected to you.
You know there will be repercussions when the two of you arrive home. That there will be questions. Important talks between your parents and yourselves. But as Neteyam begins to kiss down the side of your face, to your jaw, and eventually your jugular you cannot find any will to care about the repercussions.ย
When he lifts the carved bone from where it rests just beneath your collarbones, and presses a kiss to the spot, you believe you could face public humiliation for this and not be upset. It must pass through the bond, as shortly after Neteyam laughs against your ribs.ย
Whatever conspires from there is just for the two of you to know and everyone else to question.
At least it was.
Almost exactly twelve months after your night in the Hollow you welcome your first child, and everyone is more than aware of what you got up to.
Translations (had to make some of these up by mashing words together from the naโvi dictionary, so not everything is 100% correct): Herโang - Snow beast Herwanpalu - Snow feline Herwรฌslรคr clan - Snow cave clan Uturu - refugee/sanctuary Nume nรฌwin - Learn quickly Kelku - home Tewng - Loincloth Zusawkrr oloโeykte - Future clan leader Txawuk - Giant flying mount Tsmuke - Sister Kayru - Teacher Ma muntxate - My mate Tsawksyul - Sun lily Skxawng - Moron/Idiot Fnaweโtu - Coward Yawne - Beloved
a/n: i adore this fic so please be nice to it.. i loosely wanted to mirror inuit culuture, so a bunch of inspiration for the way that the na'vi of the clan acted or things that they wore were based off of that. i also adore the snow, and the cold, and everything to do with winter so i naturally had to put two obsessions together. i put pictures that i based the creatures on below.
fun fact: i wrote about 3-4k of the words for this while actively shoveling snow for about 8 hours :p
Dividers by @cafekitsune and @cursed-carmine
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Credits to Edoardo Campagnolo and Antonio J. Manzanedo
