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Cold Shoulder	By : AloofandAndrogynous Category: Avatar - The Last Airbender > Het - Male/Female Views: 23509 -:- Recommendations : 1 -:- Currently Reading : 0
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Cold Shoulder
Chapter 2
ATLA doesn’t belong to me. This is fanfiction.
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After the Waterbending lesson – which was actually rather grueling, and left her both satisfied and exhausted – the newly married couple sat down for lunch. She was itching to explore her new home, she had been here before, yes, but this was now her home and she needed to be familiar with the city. She only knew of a few main locations, like the Palace, and looked forward to the challenge of learning about the city…at least here she wouldn’t be bored like at the South Pole, where she could too easily walk from one end of the village to another.
"The food is very well prepared." Pakku stated simply as he drank the last of his stew. She nodded silently, finishing her own. Her mother and grandmother had taught her well, and with the meager fare of the South Pole she had to be very creative and resourceful.
She held the bowl in her lap, having finished her stew, looking down and getting lost in her thoughts. It was only the second day of her marriage and already she was thirsting very badly to get out of here. She missed her freedom and the happy days she would spend travelling with Aang.
"Are you well, Katara?" Pakku asked when he noticed how she was simply staring down silently.
"Yes." she said softly.
"Good, then get started on the dishes." Pakku ordered, holding out his empty bowl to her. She shot him a glare before taking his bowl and doing the dishes as he asked her, with a bit of quick bending before she put them away. He sat there with his arms crossed, admiring her quiet efficiency, the barest hint of a smile on his face.
She put away the dishes and turned back to him, waiting to see if he would spit out another stupid order.
"You can go down and practice healing with the other girls later." he said indifferently as he rose from his seat.
"Fine." Katara shrugged, mirroring his casual attitude. She didn’t mind learning healing, since her husband was teaching her bending. She wanted to make full use of her abilities, and she couldn’t be a Waterbending Master if she neglected a aspect of her art.
"It’s your place anyway, with the other women." he added and she fixed her icy blue eyes on him in a steely glare.
"I refuse to be condescended down to." Katara snapped at him, squaring her shoulders, lifting her chin up, her pride adding firmness to her posture.
"You will do as I say." Pakku replied calmly. She took a step towards him, looking at him with eyes that made the snowfields outside of the city seem warm and inviting.
"I am not a thing to be ordered about." she snapped and Pakku returned her glare.
"You are my wife, and you will do as you are told."
She placed her feet apart slightly and crossed her arms, taking a deep breath.
"I don’t mind learning healing because I want to make full use of my abilities, but I refuse to be told what my so-called place is!" she shot back and Pakku strode forward, grabbing her arm hard.
"You will do as you are told or I will discipline you."
"I am not a child!" she snapped back.
"You act like one!"
"And how would you discipline me?" she challenged, refusing to back down.
"I would spank you like a parent does to an unruly child." Pakku replied coolly. She lifted her middle finger at him, relishing in this act of defiance.
"I am a wife, not a child. You saw to that last night when you took my maidenhead!" she shot back bitterly, lowering her hand. Pakku growled and grabbed her, sitting down and pulling her over his knee, proceeding to spank her.
Katara yelled and clawed out at him even before his hand descended down on her for the first time, and he grabbed both of her hands with his other hand, holding them down as he gave her several firm smacks. She continued squawking and struggling against him, for a man his age he certainly was strong! And this was nothing short of humiliating! She was sixteen, a woman who could very well take care of herself and others, yet here she was, having her behind spanked by a sour old man!
She was glad she was wearing a thick and soft robe and pants, it did much to absorb the blows, but Pakku didn’t seem to care about that, just as long as he could prove his point.
He gave her several more spanks before he let go and she tumbled off his lap, glaring at him furiously as she rubbed her behind.
"I hate you." Katara said in a soft hiss.
"Get started." Pakku replied calmly as if he hadn’t heard her words.
"Started on what?" she snapped, drawing herself to her feet.
"On learning your place or I will disciple you again."
"I hate you!" Katara repeated loudly.
"Are you quite done now?" her husband asked calmly, crossing his arms, returning her glare.
"No! And I’m going to run away like my grandmother did! I don’t blame her, and I’m happy she stood up for herself! You’re an asshole! I don’t want to stay here! Hear me? I hate you!"
Even though his face remained cold, her words cut through him. The kinder and compassionate side of him, one that he had almost forgotten he had even had, demanded that he go and comfort her, apologize to her, make her feel valued. After all, he had married her because he wanted her. Not for the reasons she thought.
But the harsh and stern side of him, the one that had controlled him for so long and had formed a wall around him so many years ago, refused to let him back down to her. She had to learn her place!
"I’m never making you another meal!" Katara railed on.
"You will do what you are told."
"NO!"
"Yes."
"HELL NO!"
"Hell yes."
Her response was to lift both of her middle fingers. He growled and moved to grab her, but she danced out of his reach. Her thick robe protected her from the worst that a spanking could offer, but she still hated it because it was so...demeaning.
"Don’t you EVER spank me again." Katara hissed. He arched his eyebrow and glanced at her coolly.
"I hate you." Katara repeated softly.
"I don’t doubt that." Pakku replied. Somewhere deep inside he felt pain at her words.
"Good." Katara snarled.
"Now clean up this apartment. Straighten out the wedding gifts and put away what needs to be put away." Pakku ordered.
"No."
"Do you want another spanking?"
"Bring it." she challenged.
"Then you will get another one." Pakku stated, moving towards her before she wiggled her bottom at him and danced away again.
"Fine marriage this is." Katara shot back, glaring at him when she was a safe distance away.
Yes, fine marriage this is. My own wife hates me and I just can’t stop myself from hurting her, Pakku thought bitterly.
"You are my wife and will do as I tell you."
"I’ll just run away."
"You do and your father will help me bring you back.’
"Not if I hide in the Earth Kingdom. And the Kingdom is pretty big. I’ve traveled through there!"
"I'll find you even if I have to go through the entire Kingdom."
"I'll move with Aang. I’ll MARRY him!" she shot back. Aang was so sweet and kind and even if he was a bit young, he was a hell of a lot better than Pakku!
"Then I will discipline him as well."
"Ha! You? Discipline the Avatar?" she snorted. It was almost comical to think of Aang bent over Pakku’s knee.
"I can and I will."
"I despise you, Pakku. Completely and utterly." she hissed softly and again he felt his heart wrench at these words from the woman that he admired and cared for. But once again, his harsh side quelled his compassionate side and he glared at her.
"What did I ever do to deserve a marriage like this?" Katara said, fighting back tears and turning away from him. Pakku simply stared at her calmly, knowing that a bit of time apart was the best solution right now.
"Go out, Katara. Go to the healing hut or explore the city, get to know your new home. Be back before dark and when you do, make supper."
His wife stared at him silently for a few moments before whipping around and heading out the door after pulling on her parka and boots. He let out a soft sigh before he removed his boots and flopped down on the pile of furs, laying back and closing his eyes.
His harsh side was now laughing at his compassionate side. He had barely known he had a softer side, he had been so hard and stern for so long, whether as a teacher to the Waterbending students or as the Chief’s advisor or just as a citizen of the Northern Water Tribe. Everyone knew how stern and stoic he was, including Katara herself because she had been his student a year ago. He had been very stern with her sometimes, yet she worked hard in her lessons. So why was she acting like this now?
Because what you say to her is more than just stern, the compassionate side argued.
Pakku groaned and massaged his temples. His wife was so defiant, raising her voice, arguing with him, giving him crude hand gestures… she had to know her place!
He hated the way he had treated her, and part of him knew that she had a right to feel offended, but he would not let her get the better of him.
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