Neteyam and Ao'nung are hanging out on the beach when their time together is interrupted
Neteyam straddles Ao’nung as they continues pressing their lips together. Ao’nung’s hands trail down Neteyam’s back. Slowly his slides his fingers under the straps of his loincloth, about to take it off when Neteyam’s communicator turns on.
“Neteyam!” Tuk’s voice rings loud between them. “It’s an emergency, come quick. We’re at that rock!” she screams for him. Neteyam jumps away from Ao’nung, worry filling every inch of him.
“What? Tuk?” Neteyam asks, pressing on his communicator but only static comes back. Immediately, Neteyam panics. With only a quick glance back to Ao’nung, Neteyam is off towards the rock Tuk said to come to.
Neteyam bolts, running over the sand quicker than he has ever before. Ao’nung just behind him though he’s not as quick on land. When Neteyam finally gets to the rock, he finds his siblings, Rotxo and Tsireya just hanging out.
“What’s going on?” Neteyam asks his youngest sister panicked. He bends down to check her over, moving her head around for injuries. She quickly pulls away from him though.
“I broke the bracelet you made me,” she tells him. Tuk holds up the pieces of bracelet sadly. Neteyam’s heart begins to stop racing, relief filling him.
“I told you he would come,” Kiri tells Lo’ak with a smirk.
Ignoring, his other siblings, Neteyam gently takes the broken parts of the bracelet from Tuk. “Tuk, the communicator is for emergencies. Not broken bracelets.” Neteyam turns his attention to Lo’ak and Kiri. “You two could have helped her,” he scolds them.
“We didn’t know what weave you did, and we couldn’t find you anywhere in the village,” Lo’ak explains in return. “Where were you even?” Lo’ak questions him.
“Around,” Neteyam answers curtly. “You could have asked mother if you wanted to know the weave.” Kiri and Lo’ak shrug their shoulders as if to say they that he’s here now so why does it matter.
“Is that a hickey?” Rotxo asks surprised, pointing towards Neteyam’s neck.
Neteyam slaps a hand onto his neck. In his rushing, he must have forgotten to put his choker back on. “No,” Neteyam denies in vain, his siblings and friends already gawking at him.
Gasping, Lo’ak asks, “Were you with a girl? Is that you’re being so cranky?” He laughs.
Neteyam rolls his eyes. “No.”
“A guy then?” Kiri asks, joining Lo’ak in interrogating him.
Neteyam just sighs. “Tuk, I’ll fix this later ok?” he says, ignoring them. He sets the broken pieces into one of the bags he has tied to his loin cloth.
“Eywa! Is that why your braids are always coming apart?”
“You also disappear sometimes.” Kiri suddenly gasps. “Do you have a boyfriend?”
Just then Ao’nung comes running up to them. “I was with Neteyam and I overheard. What’s going on?”
“No!” Lo’ak immediately shouts as he looks between Ao’nung and Neteyam with horror in his eyes. “No, no, no,” he keeps repeating.
Ao’nung squints his eyes at Lo’ak, confused, before realizing there was no danger. He hands Neteyam his choker as he says, “You dropped this.” Neteyam gladly takes it back and once again covers the thing that started this whole mess.
“Lo’ak you were probably going to find out eventually,” Neteyam tries assuring Lo’ak.
“Not like this,” Lo’ak responds with disgust.
“You know what? This serves you right for using the communicator for this,” Neteyam responds. “It’s that word that dad uses, karma.”
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