After the cheers and laughter had quieted, Sokka's men clapped each other on the back and went inside the boat to sleep off their revelry, leaving Sokka alone to guide the ship and keep watch.
From where he stood, Sokka noticed Azula suddenly spring to her feet with a hiss and he nearly fell over in surprise.
"You!!" She cried, leaping gracefully across the boat to Sokka's position. "The Mighty Sokka," she sneered, shaking with barely contained rage. "Did you really forget about me? After I told you exactly how long it would last? You really are an idiot."
Sokka had no weapons; he'd left them all in his bunk for the celebration. "Ah! Azula! Let's not do anything hasty..."
"I was going to use the gas on you, myself, you know. I was so looking forward to watching you cut down your friends with a smile on your face. Oh well. Now you die."
Drawing back, Azula took a sharp breath and thrust her fist forward to burn the flesh from Sokka's body with a blast of her iconic blue fire.
But no fire appeared.
Sokka uncurled his arms from around his head, patting himself down to make sure he was still alive. "Phew! Guess you're still subject to some of my commands. No fire bending!"
Azula shrieked with anger and threw herself forward to strangle him with her bare hands, but stopped short instead, managing to lay hands on him but only softly.
Sokka took courage and stood up a little taller, speaking firmly. "You are my prisoner, Azula. You will submit to my authority."
Azula's mouth twitched with anger, her fingers trembling as she tried to close them around Sokka's throat. "I... will... submit..." She shook her head. "No! I won't! You are a piece of trash! I'll kill you!"
"Azula," Sokka said, brushing her hands away. "Shut the fuck up already."
Her mouth snapped shut, her face still a mask of rage and hate.
But she obeyed. Sokka wondered just how far he could push that.
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