atla post-war headcanons 1/? - zuko and his pet dragon
"Who’s this little guy?”
Zuko knows that voice. He turns and finds Sokka standing at the foot of his courtyard entrance with his face, now shaped by several decades of leadership and diplomacy, contorted in joy. “Is that a dragon?”
”Nice to see you, too, Sokka,” says Zuko, walking over to him. The dragon around Zuko’s neck make a high-pitched purr. “Who else is here with you?”
”Just Katara and me. Aang’s on a spiritual adventure, or whatever.” Sokka barks out a laugh. “Why’s it so small?”
”He’s a baby,” says Zuko. “The Sun Warriors gave him to me. He’s from the dragon egg Aang and I found when we were young. Apparently, dragons hatch slowly.”
”He’s so cute,” gushes Sokka.
Zuko flushes. “He’s not — “
”Look at you,” Sokka says, tapping the dragon’s snout with his finger. “Who’s a cute little dragon? Wow. He likes your hair.” The dragon, nestled through Zuko’s hair, nips at Sokka’s finger and burps, emitting a small burst of fire from his tiny mouth.
”Don’t ever let Katara see this dragon,” says Sokka, winking. “She’ll go crazy. She already went crazy over that new herd of Sky Bison Aang found. Now a baby dragon? Sheesh, she’ll practically move here.”
Zuko rolls his eyes. “In a year, Druk will probably be able to gouge your eyes out.”
”Druk?” Sokka sticks out his tongue. “You named your dragon Druk? Did you want your dragon to sound like he was named after ostrich-horse dung?”