AN: So, someone requested that I do this particular prompt today and as it is the start of Borra week, it only seemed fitting that I write this one today. And let me just say, if Borra was canon, I might actually die from the adorable. I'm not even kidding. While I was writing this and imagining their child... Gosh they would have the cutest child to ever exist on this planet. I mean, I personally feel like any child birthed from Korra's loins would be flawless, but with Bolin? Those precious green eyes and little cowlick might kill me.

Uh, so, with that in mind, here's some cute for your pleasure.

Also, I couldn't think of a decent earth bender name for their child, so forgive me for my poor choices. XD

Requested by Jokermask18

Bitty Belching Contest

The pair of them glared at each other over the table. The stillness was deafening. Not a pinprick of sound could move through the vacuum the pair of them created. They inhaled oxygen and kept it boiling in their chests. It was a wonder neither of them imploded.

Between them sitting ominously were two glasses of lychee juice, full to the brim. Their hands were positioned around the glasses, but neither of them touched their respective beverages.

"So, are we going to do this thing, or what?" Korra asked carefully, an evil eye descending on the girl seated across from her.

The child's eye twitched and a pout identical to Korra's formed on her lips. Her bright green eyes narrowed. Sweat dripped down her brow. The little curl of a cowlick at the crown of her head swayed in the nonexistent wind. "Yeah alright. Are you ready to lose?" Her smirk was confident as she picked up her glass. The little eight year-old held it up to her lips, a challenge.

Korra lifted her glass, leaning over the table. "I think you'll be the loser this time, Bria." The little girl's palm flattened against the surface of the table. She tipped her glass, her mother echoing the movement. Without a second thought, the pair of them drained their respective cups, leaving little but sticky fingers and slick lips.

When they had gulped down their juice, they slammed their glasses to the table in perfect unison. Licking liquid from their lips, they continued to glare at each other, determination writ in every line of their faces.

Korra made a face, a hand moving to clutch at her stomach. Her eyes scrunched, her lips pursed, and her cheeks puffed up like a turtle blow-fish. She winced before her fist collided violently with her collarbone, eliciting a roaring belch that filled the vacuous room with sound (and the faint odor of lychee juice). The burp extended for several long seconds. Bria counted the moments on her hands, glaring when she had to start adding up the tens of seconds in her head.

When the belch finally petered off, Bria sighed with relief. "Fifty two seconds. Chump stuff." She declared proudly, wiggling two fingers at her mother to demonstrate her clearly superior counting ability.

"Oh yeah? You think you can do better?" Korra asked haughtily, crossing her arms over her chest. Bria's eyes scrunched up in defiance, the idea of losing being completely absurd to the little eight year-old's mind. She scoffed and brushed imaginary dust off the shoulder of her tunic.

"Watch and learn, mother." She stated. She sucked in a consuming breath, her face turning red with the effort. Her green eyes grew wide with concentration, her button nose turned up to the ceiling. She counted the seconds on her hands, swallowing oxygen with each passing second. Then, her cheeks deflated, she opened her lips, and she thumped herself in the chest.

The belch that followed was high and loud, filling the house with it's resonating sound. Her chest, puffed with air, fell slowly the longer the belch lasted. It rose and fell with the opening and closing of Bria's lips, a magnificent symphony of bodily sound. Her hands rose, moving with with sound, conducting her own orchestra.

Korra's eyes widened, her fingers steadily counting off the seconds that the burp continued. As she approached her record, her jaw dropped, her fingers ticking off second after second and until she began to lose count somewhere around eighty or so seconds. She abandoned the task and looked up at her daughter, marveling at the small child's lung capacity.

Bria waved a decisive hand, bringing her belching symphony to a resounding close. She shut her mouth, eyes bright and smiling as big as the sun. "How's that, chump."

Korra extended a bemused hand to her daughter over the table. "Well played, baby. Well played."