I...don't exactly picture Aang and Toph as having a...really steady relationship. They love each other, definitely, but they don't exactly get a long all the time. Most of the time, I'd say they don't.

But still, like I said, they love each other. More than anything.


There was lots of yelling.

Aang and Toph had something special. They knew it, and other people recognized it. But they were very different people, practically opposites, and therefore, naturally, they got into arguments. A lot. They would yell at each other until they were both to hoarse to talk, they would purposely annoy each other, and they would say incredibly hurtful things to each other.

But it was just part of who they were as a couple. Loud, obstinate, and unpredictable. It was the only way their relationship worked.

One night, as the two of them were having another shouting match with each other, standing inches apart, a certain boiling point was reached inside Aang, and he was, for once in his life, unable to control his frustration with his wife.

He barely even felt his arm moving, and didn't remember telling it to do so. He could only watch as his fist connected with the side of her head and she was sent to the floor. His world was moving in slow-motion as she fell before him, and all he could hear was her cry of surprise and the sound of his own heart pounding. His whole body felt numb suddenly, and the sight of the bruise beginning to form on the side of her teary face was something he would never be able to forget.

He had never hit her before. Not even while practicing earthbending.

He turned away and shut his burning eyes, but hadn't even taken a step away when a wall of earth rose up in front of him. He blinked at it in surprise as he felt her small fingers close tightly around his ankle. He slowly turned back to face her again.

"Wait," she whispered desperately, "please don't leave."

Aang felt his mouth fall open slightly.

"I know you want to go beat yourself up, but don't bother. We're stronger than falling apart over something like this." She said firmly.

"But-"

"No. I'll be fine. We'll be fine."

Aang sighed and offered a hand to help her up.

"Besides," she laughed, taking it, "You hit like a girl."


Not an abusive relationship, though...they're not that bad...