Anonymous asked: Tahnorra prompt: Korra finds out Tahno's relatives are swamp waterbenders. I.e, rednecks.
“Breathe a word of this, Uh-vatar, and you’re dead,” his voice hissed under the celebratory tones of his parents.
Tahno had meant to pay them a solitary visit, considering he had always promised he’d go back to the swamp when he could. He’d never imagined Korra would manage to sneak along too.
“What a purdy girlfriend you have here, sugah lump,” his mother’s accent was particularly thick and Korra couldn’t help but snicker at the nickname.
“Don’t laugh at my mother, she’s a respected water bender in these parts!” It was true. Tahno’s mother may of had the heavy swamp tribe tone but she was no push over. She was a lean woman, with swift curves around the hips; maybe reminiscent of a common ancestry with the water tribes. She certainly flowed, with black hair that waved like the vines down to her waist and a more tanned complexion than her son’s.
“My little sugah never told me he had a girlfriend. Then, he doesn’t get to tell us much since he moved,” she pinched Tahno’s cheek and he quickly slapped it away.
“Now, don’t be huffy with your mother, boy. You know you ent been contacting us as much as we’d like you too,” his father was even taller than the mother, with a build not unlike Korra’s own father. Though this man was much paler; with a bush of thick black hair tied back with vine rope and the glint of a huntsman in his light eyes.
“That’s right, sugah lump. We’ve been worried.”
Korra tapped her fingers against the frame of her chair and had to grip slightly not to let out a laugh. It was the names, the nicknames they kept calling him that were setting her off.
“I’m busy, I’m a pro-bender now. I have a life,” Tahno had suddenly reverted back to a spoiled teenage brat; desperately eager to stop his parents questioning.
“We know darlin’, but we just like to know how you’re doing,” his mothers’ eyes flashed with worry as she placed a hand to his. She was certainly a beautiful woman to say the least.
“I know I should probably come home more than I do.”
“That’s right, my little swamp-cutie. Did I tell you about the time he tried to bend some vines and ended up whipin’ himself?” Tahno’s mother suddenly leaned over towards Korra.
“Not a word, Uh-vatar. Not a word.”