From: Light on A03.
Can you do like a long one and detailed story about if loak were the one to die and perspectives of family after the battle with quatrich

When Lo'ak dies at the battle of three brothers, Neteyam is left with a choice. Accept it and move on, or seek revenge.

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"Hold on baby brother," He grasped Lo'ak's arm tightly over his shoulder. "Hold on," He begged. Lo'ak whined behind. "It-it hurts," Neteyam grit his teeth and urged the Ilu forward faster. "I know, I know. Just hold on," Neteyam began waving down his dad. "Dad! Hurry!" He yelled. They rushed to the rock, Neteyam dropping into the water. Tsireya grabbed his left shoulder, while Neteyam grabbed his right, pushing the blood back to its rightful spot. Spider tried to help move Lo'ak's legs, but he wasn't really strong enough. "Keep his head up," He barked. "Dad!" He screamed manners be damned.

"Watch his head! Watch his head!" Dad shouted, helping drag Lo'ak onto the rocks.

Neteyam ignored the blood trail left in its wake.

Dad grabbed Lo'ak's shoulder and turned him roughly. Lo'ak cried out with a blood-filled cough exploding from his chest. "Fuck, no, no, no, no, no," Dad whispered. "Teyam! Spider, quick, pressure on the wound! Hard!"

Neteyam pushed on his brother's wound with all his strength. The flesh was warm and wet beneath his hands, far too wet. Lo'ak grasped at his arm, eyes widening. Neteyam grit his teeth as he sobbed in agony. "Dad," Lo'ak begged, grabbing his hand. "Don't, you're gonna be fine, I promise, you're gonna be fine," Neteyam glanced up to Spider before flicking back to his brother. He chose not to acknowledge the tremor in his dad's voice.

An Ikran screeched above his head.

Mom.

"Dad, I can't die," Lo'ak whimpered. Dad shook his head. His hands pressed down on Neteyam's hard. Hard enough to make the latter wince slightly. "You're gonna be fine, I promise," His voice cracked. Neteyam's eyes found his brother's bright amber ones: a trait from mom. Neteyam's were more greeny, something from Dad. Lo'ak stared at him for a moment before raising his middle finger, another trait from Dad. Neteyam scoffed tearfully. "Really, skxawng?" Lo'ak huffed painfully as he tried to laugh, blood dripping from his chin. Mom was suddenly there, sobbing for her son. "Oh my child, oh Eywa, oh my boy," She cried into his hair. "Great Mother, no. Please, no."

More blood pumped out of his wound, and it was then Neteyam knew he was really dying.

He was really going to lose him.

Neteyam had held him as a baby, fresh out of the womb. He'd screamed and cried then, but not in agony. More in disturbance. He'd planned so much for their lives: as much as Neteyam wanted to go back to the forest, Lo'ak did not. He was thriving here: becoming a person Neteyam had never seen before. He was happier, fuller, more... him.

Mom shouted his name, but Neteyam was too focused on absorbing his brother's every feature. Every single hair in his perfect eyebrows, every colour in his amber eyes, to his pointed fangs, something Neteyam did not have. Even the details above his brow, the way his stripes formed to make a small triangle formation. Lo'ak coughed: more blood dribbling down his chin. He swallowed thickly. "I-,"

and his head fell to the side, eyes unblinking forever more.

Neteyam fell back onto his knees, completely and utterly numb. His hands were hot with his blood, and nothing could pull his eyes away. Not even his mom screaming in grief. His eyes fell onto Lo'ak's still bleeding form. Nothing could've saved him, the logical side of his brain said. If only he'd fought harder to stop Lo'ak from going, FUCK

He'd died saving a friend, the logical side said again. A sudden hand on his shoulder sent him sky-high. "Your SISTERS! Where are they!?" Dad yelled. "On the ship," Tsireya interrupted, sobbing. "They're on the ship,"

Spider said something, but everything went mute. The only thing Neteyam could hear was his own heartbeat. Spider and his dad left, and mom flying off on her Ikran. When he glanced up briefly, he saw they were headed for the ship. "Go," Tsireya said, her voice was thick with emotion. Neteyam's eyes were hot with the tears cascading down his face. "I will stay with him," She continued, grasping Lo'ak's hand tightly. Neteyam set his eyes on the ship. "No. I will not leave hi-you here," His voice shook stupidly. "Go. Get revenge," She suddenly hissed. "I do not know how to wield a bow," She gave a sob, rubbing her face on Lo'ak's dead hand.

Dead.

"But you do. And they should NOT live. Not after they took such a pure life away." Neteyam met her eyes, somewhat taken aback by the rage hidden in the tears. He gave a single nod. Before he moved, he removed Lo'ak's armband. He tied it tightly around his forearm with a shaky inhale. "They will suffer," He hissed.

~

The fight had been a rush of blurred and unfiltered rage. Anything in camo was shot immediately by his arrows. In his anger against Aonung a while ago, he'd sharpened his arrows to beyond safe. They'd never be used in combat, his dad said. Mom gave him a proud smile though. He yanked his arrow out of a dead recom, flicking residue blood off. He pulled the bow taught and spun, ready to shoot when his eyes saw him.

The Avatar who'd had the machine gun.

The Avatar who'd shot at them, while they rescued Spider.

The Avatar who shot Lo'ak.

The Avatar who'd killed his baby brother.

Neteyam saw complete and utter red. He shot the arrow at his arm. The Avatar dropped the gun with a yell. Neteyam screamed as he threw himself at the Avatar's form. He snarled and swiped. The Avatar fell to the ground: but he continued. His fists pounded into the Avatar's face endlessly. Several things cracked under his fists, but he didn't care. It could've been his knuckles breaking, but nothing was registering.

Kiri's shout brought enough focus into his mind to bring him off the very dead Avatar. He stepped back, hissing when he stood on something.

The Gun.

Blind rage overtook him once more. He grabbed the gun and fired at the dead Avatar, relishing in every single bullet that entered his body. How does THAT feel??

~

Neteyam thought he was going to join his brother when the ship overturned. He hadn't had time to catch his breath properly, barely finding a tiny air pocket. He took several deep breaths and dropped back into the water. His breath holding was something he'd never mastered, despite Tsireya, Aonung and even Lo'ak helping. His vision began to black out before the ocean was even close to ending.

Then suddenly, he was being whisked out by a beast. Neteyam dared a glance into his eyes. Payakan. His brother's soul brother had saved him.

Air filled his lungs, clearing his mind for the first time in several hours. In the far distance, he could still see Tsireya on the gathering of rocks his brother had died on.

Died on.
Right.

Neteyam no longer had a younger brother.
His brother, his baby brother, was gone.

He pointed to the rocks. "Can-can you go? There?" He asked aloud. Payakan whistled a low, sombre tune. He swam over to the rocks, moaning loudly and whistling sadly. Apparently, his brother was closer to him than he'd thought. He stood, fighting every urge to not look down at his brother's dead body. Tsireya sniffed from her position. "Did-did you kill them?" He gave a single nod, his eyes sliding to his brother's body.

It still bled.
It still FUCKING BLED

Neteyam yelled. He yelled louder than he ever had in his life.
He fell to the ground as tears ran down his face, yelling for his baby brother.

His mighty warrior.

Somebody was wrestling him in for a bearhug, but Neteyam tried to pull away. Whoever it was held strong. Neteyam wailed as whoever it was tightened their grip. Nothing would help.

Lo'ak was gone.