A:N:This is an entry for The Alphabet Challenge from the Avatar: The Last Airbender Fanfiction Challenges! It'll be told from Sokka's point of view. This story will be a bunch of drabbles focused on Sokka and Azula. Loosely chronological and set in the same order, and what not. But yes, I hope you enjoy! This is the first fic that I have written in a long time, and my first ATLA fic ever! So I hope the characters are all believable…

ALSO, ONE MORE THING. I'd like to thank my beta, ZekeTheDude for his help with this chapter!

But anyways, without further ado… here is Chapter 1!

Sokka isn't sure what to think when it comes to Azula. He knows that he's supposed to hate her, despise her even. After all, this was the girl that tried to kill his sister with a bolt of lightning. This was the girl that nearly killed Aang. Azula took down the Earth Kingdom. Azula imprisoned Suki. Azula tried to kill him. Azula's mean and cruel and she knows how to tear you down. Sokka knows all of this, yet he finds himself liking her anyways.

She scares him. Hell, she downright terrifies him, yet he wants her. He knows this isn't how things were supposed to happen. He was supposed to marry Suki and live in the Southern Water Tribe, eventually becoming Chief once his dad passed. She was supposed to live in the Fire Nation and maintain her role as Princess. But life has a way of making the unexpected a reality.

Instead of living at the South Pole, preparing for his role as Chief, Sokka was in the Fire Nation acting as a temporary ambassador for his tribe in order to help Zuko reintegrate his country back into the world. He'd lost Suki as well. It was hard to stay in love with someone you only saw a few times a year. Suki had obligations to Kyoshi Island and couldn't give her heart to Sokka. He was sad, but when the time came for the two to part he knew it was for the better. They each needed someone else, someone who ignited a flame in their hearts.

Azula did stay in the Fire Nation, but not in the way she'd imagined a few years prior. For starters, she spent the first year after the war in a mental hospital, putting her mind back together with the help of her brother and healers. After that, she was released into the care of Zuko, destined to spend the rest of her days in the royal palace. Overall, it wasn't a bad way to end up, but Azula had imagined herself as the future Fire Lord ever since Zuko had been banished, and for that dream to be shattered by none other than a waterbending peasant girl had been hard for Azula to get over.

Sokka had been staying in a guest wing of the palace, along with a few fellows from the Earth Kingdom and some guy from the Northern Water Tribe. They were all here to represent their homes in the Fire Nation. For the most part, he didn't see Azula too often. She took most of her meals in her room and he didn't venture to the wing of the palace where she spent the majority of her time. However, despite the enormosity of the palace, Azula and Sokka had been bound to run into each other, and run into each other they did. For Sokka, nearly running over the insane Princess of the Fire Nation was a terrifying experience. He expected her to blast him down with lightning, but she had defied his expectations and kept the electricity to a minimum. Of course, that's not to say that Azula didn't want to blast the poor peasant through the wall, but she managed to contain that urge. After all, it was only through Zuko's generosity that she wasn't locked in a prison cell next to her father and despite her misgivings towards her brother, she wasn't going to risk jail by frying one of his best friends.

So instead of killing with her lightning, she killed him with her words. Sokka wasn't one to take an insult lying down. One thing led to another, and soon they were full out arguing in the middle of the corridor.

Eventually, Azula won (as she usually did when it came to things like this) and Sokka stomped off towards his chambers, grumbling under his breath about stupid Fire Nation Princesses.

Fate, it seemed, had decided that after their first meeting, Sokka and Azula were to run into each other nearly every other day after that. Whether it be eye contact when Azula emerged from the training grounds as Sokka heading towards Zuko's throne room, or scathing insults as they passed one another in the corridor.

As time passed, Sokka began to view it as more of a game. He'd lay in bed at night, thinking up insults to share with Princess Azula. From then on, instead of getting offended by her comments, he congratulated her on her prowess with verbal abuse. It was weird, Sokka knew that much, but as each day passed them by, it came more and more of a routine. Fleeting jabs in the hall turned into smirks in the dining hall which turned into long conversations atop of a tower which turned into stolen kisses behind tapestries which turned into passionate nights in the privacy of Sokka's bedchambers.

Sokka spends his days with Zuko and his nights with Zuko's little sister. He's not sure what they are exactly, but he knows they're something. She's something.

Looking down at the sleeping Princess, Sokka touches her cheek, running his pointer finger down the length of her face and then back up to circle the lips he'd been kissing not so long ago. He decided that he would stop analyzing whatever this was. After all, he enjoys Azula. Though she tends to insult him every other minute, he finds himself looking forward to their time together. He can handle her jabs as long as he gets to be with her.

Azula turns over, snuggling her face into the pillow. Sokka leans down, brushing his lips ever so slightly against her forehead.

No one knows.

Sokka isn't entirely sure what everyone would do if they were to find out. Surely, they wouldn't understand. After all, this is Azula, and while Sokka does manage to look past her transgressions, he's sure that the rest of his friends wouldn't be able to do so.

Zuko would be aghast, he knew as much. Here Sokka was, a guest in the Fire Lord's home, trouncing around with his little sister. Katara would be furious, she might even choose to not speak to him for the rest of their lives. Aang would be confused, not sure why his best friend would shack up with a girl who tried to end their lives multiple times. Toph might understand. Her and Sokka were close, but even if it didn't make sense to her, Sokka was sure that she wouldn't shun him.

Sokka considers all of this, as his kisses travel to Azula's cheek. Was the Princess worth the risk of possibly losing all of his friends? He thinks back to their first real night together, Azula's sighs and the way her body arched perfectly against his, and decides that Yes, it was worth it. She was worth it.

He lays with her until the sun starts to come up. When rays of sunlight begin to filter through the red curtains hanging against the door to her balcony, Sokka forces himself to get out of her bed. He pulls the covers back up to cover her body, tucking them in around her bare shoulders. She stirs, turning over onto her side, but she doesn't wake.

Seeing Azula so peaceful makes Sokka's heart hurt. He turns around on his feet and steps quietly towards the door. He opens it just an inch to make sure there aren't any guards posted outside before stepping out into the hall. He turns and looks over his shoulder at the sleeping girl and smiles.

As he closes the door behind him, Sokka decides that maybe he likes the way she scares him.

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