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Tradition noun [mass noun]
the transition of customs and beliefs from generation to generation

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They had never claimed to have a typical relationship.

The first admittance of like—not love, not yet—occurred in the most unromantic of places. Generally, when a male wishes to express his interest in a female, he goes to great lengths to show his appreciation. Thus, Sokka planned to prepare a beautiful dinner of finger food, meat, and alcohol (her favourites), to serve to her after an Earth Rumble match. She beat him to the punch though (no pun intended), smelly and sweaty, a bruise forming on her hip from a lucky shot as he met her in the locker room. She walked up to him, told him to sit down, and promptly covered his mouth with hers.

*****

The first utterance of the actual 'L' word was unexpected, to say the least. It wasn't well thought out. There was no planning, no forethought; Sokka had been reading a story aloud, using the ridiculous accents he was prone to attempt. With a small wave of her hand, she motioned for him to stop. Looking at her, he saw a small frown crease her eyebrows.

"Hey, Socks... You know I love you, right?"

The calm (almost offhand) comment set his heart ablaze, and he leant into her, nuzzling into her hair.

"I love you too, Toph," he whispered. She turned her face and he kissed her, before returning to the book. He didn't know if his heart could feel any lighter.

*****

When Sokka asked Toph to marry her, he actually succeeded. She didn't interrupt; she sat there, with an interested expression. He handed her the necklace, and she felt the grainy stone in her hand, appreciating the texture.

"Yes."

The reply was clear and crisp, but before Sokka could kiss her or whoop with joy, she held up a hand. "There are conditions."

Sighing, Sokka couldn't say he didn't expect this.

"Number one; you have to do all the cooking."

Nodding thoughtfully, he considered it. "Okay, what about cleaning? I mean, washing dishes and stuff, not sweeping or anything..."

Toph waved her hand, a nonchalant expression on her face.

"Oh, I can do that. Also, you can't stop me from fighting."

Sokka snorted at this. Toph raised an eyebrow, and it formed into a chuckle. "Toph, I love seeing you fight. I just don't like it if you get hurt."

"Pfft. I don't get hurt. " She shrugged away his concern with a flippant wave of her hand.

"Is that all?" he asked. Toph began fiddling with the necklace again.

"Yep, " she told him, grinning. Moving forward, he unclasped the hook and placed it around her neck. He thought his heart would explode.

*****

When finally the vows were exchanged, it was in the Southern Water Tribe. Sokka was resplendent in his finest furs, looking positively regal. He turned heads. Toph, on the other hand, didn't even have to pay attention to the "something blue" rhyme, because her tiny fingers were positively frozen. As soon as the ridiculously short ceremony was over, she was covered in blankets and decorated like a furry boulder.

She couldn't let it be said that she didn't have fun, though. She danced with Hakoda, in place of her own father. The businessman had been positively appalled at her decision, and he wasn't the only one. The war may be over, but still, international marriages? It didn't happen. Toph ignored them. She enjoyed a giant chocolate cake, stuffing a piece into Sokka's mouth when he tried to be romantic, and feed it to her.

When the time to leave came, and she announced that she wouldn't be throwing the bouquet of frozen flowers, the whole party seemed to stop. Toph swore she heard someone cry out in distress. Whispering something to Sokka, he led her through the crowd, looking for someone. When finally they reached Katara, Toph handed the bouquet to her, punched Aang in the arm, and walked away. Her husband and friends could only watch in stunned amusement.

Actually, the only typical thing Toph did was stopping outside the hut Sokka, and now she, called home. He looked at her, unsure of what she wanted, but he couldn't prevent the grin as he figured it out. Picking her up carefully, she grasped him, and leaned into his chest as he stepped over the threshold.

After all, they had never claimed to have a typical relationship.


Notes: what's this? Something that isn't angsty? :0 Actually, I couldn't think of anythings angsty, unless I was going to go with burial practises or some such. I formed this idea, and just loved it.

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