|Three Worlds Collide| Neteyam and Lo'ak x reader

P.A.C.

"Oh Lëiani, what did you do now?" She asked.

"Saving Neteyam and Lo'ak, as always."

I could feel her hands on my head.

She began clicking her tongue."These boys are going to be the death of you." She chuckled.

"They really are." I smiled.

I then heard Lo'ak, Kiri, and Spider walk in.

"How is she?" Lo'ak asked. I could feel her wiping my eyes with a cold substance. Soon enough I could open my eyes.

"She's good. She didn't split her head open, thank Eywa." She was now wiping my head.

I winced at the pain. "Ow!"

"Aww, want a kiss on the boo-boo?" Spider teased.

Lo'ak and Neteyam laughed. I gave them all the death stare, cutting their laughter short, making them look away.

"It's a small cut." Mo'at said.

"Small? Then why was it bleeding so much?" I asked.

She didn't answer. That's just telling me it was bigger than a small cut.

"I would use yalna bark." Kiri got up, walking towards me. "Here drink." She gave me something.

It didn't look to appealing.

"Oh you would? And who is Tsahik?" Mo'at asked.

"You are grand...move!" Kiri shoved Lo'ak away from me.

I started to drink whatever Kiri gave me. I have absolutely no clue what it was, but it wasn't good. It burned the back of my throat.

"You are grandmother, but yalna bark is better." Mo'at continued applying whatever it was to my head.

I winced at the pain once more.

"It burns less." Kiri added.

"Yeah let's use that." I pointed at Kiri.

"Too late." Mo'at said.

I sighed.

"What happened to you out there anyway?" Spider asked.

"Lo'ak doesn't listen for shit-"

"Language!" Mo'at hit me on the back of the head.

"Shit sorry." I apologized.

She hit me again.

"Sorry!" I covered my head.

Everyone started laughing at me.

"As you we're saying?" Spider asked.

"Right, well Lo'ak doesn't listen for crap so I went after him and so did Neteyam. I had one of those bad feelings again, so I told them to go to their Ikrans. They listened while I kept a lookout. A helicopter came, shooting a missile or something, throwing me in the air."

"Is that like a power or something?" Spider asked.

"You're asking the wrong person, because I don't know. I mean it could just be my intuition." I shrugged.

"Well I think it's a power because you're always right. Well sometimes."

"Alright you're all done." Mo'at said.

I stood up, wincing from the pain. My ankle hurt really bad.

"What's wrong here?" Mo'at asked.

"I think I sprained my ankle. I'll be fine." I smiled.