A/N - So, I haven't published anything in a ridiculously long time, but here's a drabble series back in AtLA/LoK 'verse, just because if I publish I can stop picking at them and let them stay loosely connected drabbles with full Noodle Incidents in between them. Now, my comics knowledge is spotty, but I gotta love Mai even more for her willingness to call bullhorse droppings when she sees them. Any echoes to another character are entirely intentional.

"Avatar. You ruined my wedding." Mai stalked up to Aang in the bedraggled remains of what had once been a very nice silk kimono, her artfully arranged updo soaked and windblown and maybe a little singed on one end, though Aang wouldn't take personal responsibility for the last. He was more worried about the last three kunai she was openly gripping between pale, scraped knuckles and torn elbow-length gloves. That brooch pin was probably long enough to do some significant damage in her hands, as well.

Aang backed as far as he could before he felt the crack of shattered porcelain beneath his feet, trying to move just slowly enough not to look like he was being chased. There were enraged wild predators trampling through the remains of the pavilion, just waiting for a likely target to display an ounce of weakness, and also a large furry animal was attempting to climb the last standing pillar. He envied that beast. "I am so sorry, Mai; we had no idea that they'd choose to strike here of all places, and I didn't know about the buffalo-squirrel, and I am so, so sorry that it got loose…"

Mai cut him off with a raised palm - her free hand, though that would not slow her down in the least.

"Shame about your fiance," Zuko offered tentatively, trying to deflect his ex's attention long enough for Aang to fly. Awfully brave of him. Aang figured he probably shouldn't abandon the Firelord yet. "He seemed like a nice guy… at least until he tried to assassinate me."

"You ruined my dad's colony. You don't get to talk." Mai leveled her knives at Zuko, fortunately still in her steely grip. "What were you doing here, anyway?"

"Well, there was a rift in the Order of the White Lotus and someone tried to bust Ozai out of prison and then a rash of thefts in the new Republic City -"

"You know what? I've decided I don't care," Mai interrupted Aang again.

"The important thing is that nobody died." Aang tried not to end that sentence in a question mark. Mai looked too close to the edge to be tempted.

"You ruined my wedding," Mai repeated, biting out every word. The Avatar could only take cold comfort in the fact that she'd locked eyes with Zuko as she'd spoken. He'd become too used to Toph calling him out without even turning her head.

It was too much to ask that Toph's group had come to deal with this instead, wasn't it? Mai liked Toph.

The angered Fire Nation noblewoman in question let out a huff, drawing her blades back a few centimeters from her ex's chest. All the more leverage for a direct jab. "It's always going to be like this with you, isn't it? Endless drama and danger and grand gestures right when I think I've washed my hands of you, mostly because you don't know when to let someone else work out their own problems or leave yours well enough alone. We're not together anymore, but you think I would've let them kill you?" There was something besides sheer annoyance in her yellow eyes as she raised her voice, but when he still didn't know the self-trained assassin with the knives well enough to divine all the subtleties of her moods, Aang figured it was safest to assume that was boiling rage.

Somehow, Zuko wasn't as cautious. "You broke up with me. I'm under strict orders not to break up with you." Brave man, to talk when he'd been told not to.

Mai growled, throwing herself at Zuko. Her kunai hit their targets, but it was only to pin the Firelord to the broken and overturned table by his sleeve and either side of his collar. She hadn't even broken any skin, even if she'd aimed scant finger-lengths away from Zuko's major arteries. "Avatar," she addressed the Airbender from atop her last poor unfortunate victim, "we are about to have a very loud, protracted argument. You may wish to make yourself scarce." She didn't have to tell Aang twice. And Sokka thought the "oogies" with Katara had been bad.

Aang heard one last feeble sally from his friend as he abandoned Zuko to his fate. "Can I offer you a better one?"