AN: Written by my cuz (kkandpercy)!
One day in the southern water tribe Korra's mother was telling Bolin and Mako stories about Korra when she was little. Korra walked in and complained.
"MOM…"
"Oh, Korra, calm down. It's not like I'm telling them about when you were four."
Bolin spoke up. "Actually, you were."
"Not now, Bolin."
"MOM."
"Anyway, back to my story. When Korra first learned the first three bendings I was scared that she would burn down the village."
"MOM."
"She was all over the place causing trouble. The white lotus people were scared. She almost burned down their hideout."
"No I didn't."
"Korra, I'm telling the story."
Mako and Bolin laughed.
Bolin raised his hand. "Why was Aang all mellow and Korra all… rebel?"
Mako looked at Bolin. "Why would you ask that?!"
"What?! I wanted to know."
"Bolin."
"…"
Korra's mother spoke up. "Anymore questions?"
"NOPE."
"Oh wanna hear about the time Korra-"
"NO. NO THEY DON'T."
"But-"
"NO." Korra dragged Mako out of there.
Bolin sat there awkwardly. "Story time?!"
Korra's mom smiled. "Then when Korra was four.."