She was pissed. She was beyond pissed. She was…she was… There were no words for how angry and how pissed off she was. She snipped the scissors in her hands. They made a sharp snipping sound. "Zuko!" she shouted, her voice tight with anger. The Fire Lord made a small "eep" sound, much like Momo's screeching. He ducked behind one of the few standing furniture. A water-whip slashed that in half. "Fire Lord Zuko!" she howled again.
"Here," he squeaked.
"You are not in the chair," she sang softly, her eyes narrow and tight. "I swear by all that is holy, I will cut that girl hair of yours. I'll make Sora and Korry gang up on you, so help me!"
"Katara, you'd use our kids against me?" Zuko asked, carefully walking towards the double doors behind him. There were two thoughts on his mind: Protect the hair, by all costs and Stay away from the Fire Lady. Said Fire Lady could redirect his fire, due to the little firebender growing inside her. Two opposite benders don't usually wed, so it was an interesting thing to find out that while carrying another bender in her womb, Katara could firebend. Only if someone else provided the fire, of course. Her waterbending was stronger when she was knocked up as well. A bender of two elements was something to fear. More so when that bender had an iron will and scissors—big, sharp scissors.
"Oh hell yeah!" Katara, in her blue maternity gown, stomped to him. Her stomach was ballooning out with twins, as she had said. I can feel two heartbeats with my bloodbending, she had said when asked. She snipped the scissors again. Her bloodbending—thank La, for if not, Zuko would have been in that chair hours ago—was limited, because she was always concentrating on her twins' blood supply, both from their own bodies and from hers.
"But I like my hair!"
"But I don't care! You look like a girl! I refuse to be married to a guy with hair longer than mine!" Katara cried. "What is your aversion of short hair made of? I can make it like when it was when we were in the gAang, nice and shaggy! I liked it like that!"
Zuko ran attentive fingers through his butt-cheek length hair. Maybe it wouldn't be so bad to have that short hair again… She would be able to grip it better when they— He loved it when she pulled her hair when they—
"Promise to keep it shaggy?"
"Cross my heart and the four of my children."
"Our children. And don't swear on their hearts."
Her blue eyes shinned. "Get in the chair."
"Fine."