When Fionna and Marshall had first met, the adventuress refused to let him lift her up in any way. The vampire King had always thought that it was just the butterflies of meeting someone as gorgeous as he was for the first time. But even months to a year after that, she still refused to have him pick her up or even take her flying.
To be honest, it bugged the vampire greatly. He had picked up and flown many girls in his thousand years of being undead, why wouldn't she allow him to do the same for her?
When he had asked, the blonde's behavior surprised him. For someone so tough, she scratched her arm with a blush on her face and told him that she was too heavy. He had thrown back his head and laughed only to get a punch in the arm and a very ticked off Fionna. How was Marshall supposed to know she was being serious?
Sure Fionna had chub here and there, but Marshall Lee wasn't just any guy. He was the King of the vampires. The son of a great and powerful demon that ran the Nightosphere. He'd been around for over a thousand years, fought battles with monsters ten times his size and had the strength of hundreds of demons combined, if that.
Marshall thought out his plan and knew he'd probably get smacked for what he was going to do, but if it meant changing Fionna's mind, it'd be worth it. While the blonde lingered in front chatting away about some ball the Gumwad was throwing, Marshall hovered back and waited to strike.
He dived down to the blonde, her arm falling around his neck as he picked her up, her legs dangling over his arms. Marshall flew high into the sky and gazed down at the blonde with a satisfied smirk.
Fionna had a dazed look on her face that quickly became one of anger.
"Marshall! What the math, dude!? It told you, I'm too heavy for this stuff. Put me down before you hurt yourself." She lightly pushed at him with her chubby little hands.
Marshall could only chuckle and hover there. He lifted her up and down a little as thought weighing her with his arms. "Fi, chill. You're fine. You're not heavy at all."
The blonde stopped struggling in his arms, a look of surprise washing over her face. "I'm not?"
"Nope. Not at all." He tried to figure out what he could compare her too. The things that popped into his head were too heavy to compare her too. Finally an object came to mind and he smiled.
"Yeah. You weight nothing. Like a feather. You're a feather, Fi!" He grinned and the blonde could only giggle and lightly punch his shoulder. Okay, even a feather was too heavy. But still, it'll do for the time being. He enjoyed the rest of the trip with the adventuress happily chatting away in his arms and he couldn't ask for a more perfect moment.