The Boiling Rock was a fortress, and it lived up to its name. The entire island was surrounded by hot springs and boiling geysers, making any attempt to escape both nearly impossible and highly dangerous. It was the perfect place for the Fire Nation to imprison anyone they considered a threat—like Suki, the leader of the Kyoshi Warriors.

But Sokka wasn’t one to shy away from danger, not when it came to saving the girl he loved.

Sokka crouched low behind the jagged rocks at the edge of the island. The wind whipped through his hair as he surveyed the perimeter of the Boiling Rock prison, where he knew Suki was being held. His heart pounded in his chest, not just from the thrill of the mission but because, for once, this wasn’t a mission of revenge or duty. This was personal.

Beside him, Zuko shifted in his usual, gruff manner. The Fire Nation prince had proven himself time and time again as a powerful ally, and tonight, his presence was a reassurance. 

"Ready?" Zuko asked, his voice soft but steady. His scarred face glowed in the dim light of the moon, a constant reminder of his complicated past.

Sokka grinned, his usual playful energy cutting through the tension. "I’ve been ready since we left the Fire Nation border."

Zuko arched an eyebrow. "You’ve been ready for weeks."

Sokka shrugged, keeping his eyes on the prison complex ahead. "I had to wait for the perfect moment. And we’ve got it now."

The two of them had spent weeks gathering intel, waiting for the right moment to strike. Now, under the cover of darkness, they had their chance. With the Fire Nation soldiers distracted by a feigned attack on the other side of the island, this was the moment they’d been waiting for.

"We get in, we get Suki, and we get out," Sokka muttered, his voice low. His fingers gripped his boomerang tightly, the familiar weight offering him comfort.

Zuko gave a small nod. "No unnecessary risks. We’re here to get her out, not to fight."

Sokka grinned again, but this time there was a hint of determination in his eyes. "No promises."

With the plan in place, they moved, carefully avoiding the patrols as they infiltrated the prison’s outer walls. Zuko's firebending made short work of any obstacles, melting chains and cutting through metal grates with ease. Sokka was quick to follow, using his boomerang to knock out any guards that got too close. It was a smooth operation—until they reached the prison’s main hall. 

“Alright,” Sokka whispered, taking a deep breath as he peered around a corner. "Suki’s cell should be just down that hallway. Zuko, you keep watch—I'll grab her."

Zuko nodded, but his gaze lingered on Sokka for a moment. "Don’t do anything reckless, Sokka. This isn’t the time for heroics."

Sokka smirked, the playful glint in his eyes never fading. "When have I ever done anything reckless?"

Zuko didn’t answer. Instead, he silently stepped to the side, his posture tense, ready to react if anything went wrong.

Sokka crept down the hall, his heart racing in his chest as he approached the cell where Suki was being held. Through the bars, he could see her—she was sitting cross-legged on the cold stone floor, her hands resting in her lap, eyes closed in quiet contemplation. A wave of relief washed over him. She was alive. And she was waiting for him.

But as he approached the cell door, something felt... off.

Before he could react, the ground beneath him seemed to tilt. The walls seemed to spin around him, and the air grew thick and heavy. His surroundings began to grow... larger. He staggered back, his hand gripping the doorframe for support as his legs buckled beneath him.

What... what was happening?

Sokka blinked several times, but when he opened his eyes again, the world had changed completely.

The stone walls of the prison cell were towering above him like colossal structures. The bars of the cell loomed like the trunks of enormous trees. He could feel the chill of the stone floor beneath him, each crack and groove now deep enough to swallow him whole.

He gasped, his mouth dry. He was... shrinking?

"What the—?" he tried to speak, but his voice was much smaller than he remembered. His body was no longer a tall, strong warrior’s frame; instead, he was a tiny, three-inch version of himself, staring up in awe—and a little bit of panic—at the vastness of the prison.

His mind raced, and he stumbled forward, his tiny feet tapping against the stone floor like tiny drumbeats. "This can't be happening."

Zuko’s voice echoed down the hall, his tone sharp with concern. “Sokka?! What’s going on? Are you okay?!”

Sokka took a deep breath, trying to steady himself, but the disorientation only deepened. He had no idea what had caused this. Was it some kind of trap? A strange side effect of the Fire Nation’s technology? A secret weapon that had backfired?

His mind snapped back to his mission. Suki.

He couldn't just stand here in shock. Suki needed him. He had to figure this out later. Right now, he needed to get to her.

"Suki!" he shouted, though his voice was barely audible, even to himself. "Suki, can you hear me?"

From inside the cell, Suki’s head snapped up. Her sharp eyes immediately locked on the tiny form standing outside the bars.

“Sokka?” Her voice was filled with disbelief, but there was a smile tugging at the corners of her mouth. “Sokka, is that you?”

"Uh... yeah." Sokka waved his arms, trying to make himself more noticeable. "It's me. I’m—uh—having a bit of a situation here, but we’ll talk about that later. Can you help me out?”

Suki’s brow furrowed in confusion. “What... happened? You look—”

“Yeah, I know,” Sokka said, trying to sound more confident than he felt. "But we don't have time for that. Get me out of here, and I’ll figure it out, okay?”

Suki nodded and quickly moved to the bars, her fingers easily slipping between the thick metal. “Hold on, I’ve got an idea. I’ll pull you up.”

As she reached through, Sokka braced himself. He had no idea how she was going to manage it, but he trusted Suki with his life. And right now, that trust was the only thing keeping him from losing his mind over the bizarre situation.

As Suki gently pulled him toward the bars, Sokka barely registered the sound of Zuko’s voice growing closer.

"Everything okay?" Zuko’s face appeared at the end of the hallway, his eyes wide in confusion as he saw Sokka—now so small he could fit in the palm of a hand—dangling from Suki’s fingers.

"Everything's fine," Sokka said with an exaggerated tone, trying not to let the panic in his chest show. "Just your average prison break... with a few minor complications."

Zuko’s mouth opened to say something, but he stopped short, clearly too confused to know how to respond. Finally, he shook his head. “You’re impossible.”

Sokka gave him a lopsided grin. “You’ll get used to it.”

Suki’s voice softened. “Let’s get you out of here, tiny Sokka. We’ve got a lot of explaining to do."

And with that, Sokka allowed himself to relax just a little, the knowledge that he wasn’t in this alone bringing a strange sense of calm. They would figure this out, one way or another.

But for now, Sokka had one mission: Get Suki to safety. Whatever came next... would have to wait.

Suki managed to pull Sokka through the bars with surprising ease, her warrior’s strength not hindered by his new size. She cupped her hands around him, and for a moment, he felt like a trapped bird in her palms. "Okay, little one," she whispered, a hint of amusement in her voice. "Time to get creative."

Before he could protest or devise a better plan, she scooped him up and tucked him into the back of her prison pants, nestling him between her butt cheeks. Sokka felt a strange mix of embarrassment and relief as he was surrounded by warmth and fabric. The absurdity of the situation hit him like a ton of bricks, but he didn’t have time to process it. They had to move quickly.

Zuko approached, his eyes scanning the area for any signs of trouble. "Suki, where's Sokka?" he whispered urgently.

Suki, with a straight face, gave her rump a little shake. "He's... right here."

Zuko's gaze flicked downward, and his eyes widened in shock. "What in the name of—?"

"Focus, Zuko," Suki hissed, her voice barely above a whisper. "We don't have time for that right now. We need to get out of here."

Zuko took a deep breath, pushing aside his shock, and turned his attention to the lock on the cell door. He focused his firebending, his eyes narrowing as he directed a small, precise jet of flame. The lock sizzled and popped, and the door swung open. Suki stepped out, the tiny Sokka still tucked away safely.

As they sprinted down the corridor, Sokka felt the warmth of Suki’s body and the jostling of her movements as she ran. With every step she took, the fabric of her pants grew tighter around him, and he sank deeper into the uncomfortable crevice of her butt. It was a sensation he never thought he’d experience, but now that he was, he couldn’t help but feel a mix of embarrassment and urgency.

The air grew hotter as they approached the geothermal engines that powered the fortress. The walls were lined with steam vents, and the heat was almost unbearable. Sokka was grateful for the protection his hiding spot provided, but it also meant he was getting a very up-close and personal experience with the anatomy of his girlfriend.

Suki’s run grew more urgent as alarms blared through the prison. Her strides lengthened, and Sokka felt himself sinking deeper into the warm, moist fold of her buttocks with every step she took. He tried to wiggle himself into a better position, but the fabric was unforgiving.

And then, suddenly, she froze.

Suki’s body went rigid, her eyes wide with shock. Sokka, still nestled between her cheeks, felt the heat of embarrassment rise up his neck as he realized what had just happened. Somehow, during their frantic escape, his tiny body had slipped even deeper into the fabric, and now his hand was... well, it was in a place it definitely wasn’t supposed to be.

"Suki, I’m—I’m sorry!" Sokka squeaked, his voice muffled by the cloth.

Suki's face flushed scarlet, and she paused, her eyes darting around the corridor, but she said nothing. It was as if she had become a statue in the face of the unexpected intrusion. The alarms grew louder, the echoes bouncing off the walls like a cacophony of angry spirits.

Sokka's heart raced faster than the guards' footsteps approaching from behind. "Suki, we have to move!" he whispered urgently, his voice muffled by his awkward position.