Disclaimer: I do not own Adventure Time
"Just couldn't keep quiet, could you? Just had to invite him to stay, didn't you. Serve him tea, sit in the master's chair-" Marceline scoffed.
"I was trying to be hospitable." Flame huffed, lazily petting a small fire cat in his lap. He looked over to Marceline who was absently strumming her axe guitar with a confused expression on her face. Flame opened his mouth to say something but was cut off by Bonnibelle bursting through the door.
"There is a girl in the castle!" Marceline's eyes lit up and she was out of the door quickly, leaving Flame sitting there. The man sighed and stood, following Marceline and Bonnibelle down the hall.
"Jake?" Finn continued up the darkening staircase. Finn came across a darkened hallway and could hear the crown singing in joy. He walked down the hall faster, knowing Jake was nearby.
"Finn?" Finn heard a door open nearby and spun around.
"Jake? Jake, I'm here!" Finn ran into the cell Jake was being held. He rushed towards the man and collapsed to his knees. Jake looked up with shock.
"What are you doing here?" Finn rolled his eyes and reached out to grab Jake's hands.
"Goodness, you're hands are like ice. We need to get you out of here." Finn let go of Jake to look around for the lock.
"You have to leave this place." Finn scoffed, hands finally finding the lock.
"I won't leave you." Finn didn't hear the cell room door open as he focused on trying to unlock the cell. Jake's eyes went wide and he stared at the figure behind Finn.
"You need to go, now." A shadow rose above the boy and grabbed him. Finn gasped and backed away from what had touched him. He looked up to see a man hidden by the shadows, staring at him.
"W-who are you?" The man glared and Finn trembled slightly.
"The master of this castle." Finn gulped before gathering what little courage he could. The boy held himself up, trying to appear calm as he spoke.
"I've come for my brother. Please let him go." The man scoffed and stepped forward into the small sliver of moonlight. Finn gasped and stared at the man. His skin was a pale blue color and his eyes the same as ice. His white hair was long and pulled back into a low ponytail. Jake grabbed at his brother, trying to pull him away from the beast.
"He is my prisoner. There is nothing you can do." Finn couldn't move as the icy eyes stared at him. The man finally turned away from them and Finn's throat went dry. He felt tears well in his eyes and finally looked away to Jake. His brother's eyes were pleading with Finn to leave, to save himself. Jake saw the idea flash in Finn's eyes at the same time Finn did. The blonde turned back to the man, eyes hard.
"Take me instead." The man stilled before turning around again to face Finn.
"You? You would take his place?" Finn nodded, ignoring Jake's pleas for him to stop.
"If I do, would you let him go?" The man seemed to contemplate this before nodding.
"Yes." Finn paused, eyes searching the man before him. Finn sighed, he could stay here if it meant his brother's safety.
"You have my word." The man smirked and the door to the cell slammed open. Jake rushed out towards Finn and pulled the boy into his arms.
"You stupid idiot. What were you thinking?" Finn sobbed and clung tighter to his brother.
"I'm sorry. I-" Finn was cut off by a gust of cold wind. The wind pushed him away from Jake and held the blonde in place. The blue skinned man was frowning and pushed harder on the wind, pushing Jake out of the door.
"Wait! Please!" Finn's cries fell on deaf ears as Jake was forced further out of the house. Finn strained to move against the force of the wind. He managed to turn his head towards the window and watched as Jake was shoved into a round carriage. He couldn't hear his brother's shouts from up here but he knew the man was yelling. He saw the blue skinned man point the carriage driver towards the woods the boy had come out of and watched as the carriage and his brother rolled away. The wind finally let him go and Finn collapsed to the straw covered floor sobbing.
Marceline watched as the Ice King slammed the front door behind himself. The man was scowling, anger in his steps. Marceline forced herself away from the safety of her hidden alcove and cautiously made her way towards the man.
"Master?" The Ice King spun around, rage in his eyes.
"What!" Marceline took a step back and held her hands up in surrender.
"I was just wondering that since the girl is going to be staying with us that you might give her a more suitable room." The Ice King growled before stalking off towards the tower he had left the girl at. He opened the door to find the blonde crying on the floor. The girl, Fi-something, looked up at him and Ice King felt a sliver of guilt before he quickly squashed it. The girl's eyes hardened and she stood angrily.
"You didn't even let me say goodbye! I'll never see him again." The Ice King felt guilt rise in him once again, stronger this time. He turned away from the girl. Marceline's words came back to him and the man frowned.
"I'll show you to your room." The girl's shoulders slumped in confusion.
"Room?" Ice King watched as the girl looked around the dirty cell in confusion. "I thought-"
"You are more than welcome to stay here if you wish, but if you would like a better room then follow me." The girl huffed but followed after the Ice King none the less. They walked down a few hallways decorated with ice sculptures. The girl paused to observe them, marveling at how they shone even in the lightless castle. Ice King slowed down as well, watching the girl stare at his sculptures. She reached out to touch one and he was quickly in front of her, blocking the girl.
"Do not touch them." She hastily pulled her hand back, fear and annoyance in her gaze. Ice King sighed and motioned for her to follow him once again. They walked in tense silence for a while until Ice King spoke up.
"If you had touched one of them you would have been turned to ice." The girl looked at him in confusion, brows furrowed.
"What?" Ice King sighed softly, glancing at the girl.
"The sculptures. They would have turned you to ice."
"Oh. Thank you." They walked in tense silence for a while before Ice King grew weary of it.
"What is your name?" The blonde's head snapped up and her eyes narrowed.
"Why do you care?" Ice King suppressed a growl and instead glared at the girl.
"I cannot very well continue to call you girl now can I?"
"My name's Fionna." Fionna. It was pleasant enough and matched the girl well. Ice King nodded and continued walking. Fionna paused for a few seconds before hesitantly looking at the white haired man. "What is your name?"
"You may call me Ice King." Ice King watched as the girl frowned.
"That can't be your real name."
"It is what you will call me." Finn rolled his eyes and walked next to the beast. Finally they reached the door to Finn's new room and Ice King turned to leave.
"Wait!" The Ice King looked at the frowning boy. Finn nervously looked down at his feet before daring to speak.
"Will I be confined to my room?" Ice King sighed and shook his head.
"The caste is yours to explore except for the West Wing." Finn's head popped up as he looked at the blue-skinned man curiously. He had always been one to look for an adventure and the prospect of a forbidden wing enticed him. He smiled at the man, eyes alight with curiosity.
"What's in the West Wing? Why can't I go there?" Ice King flinched at the boy's sudden change in mood. He growled as the boy's eyes shone with mischief.
"It is forbidden!" Finn flinched and looked down once more. Ice King shook his head and looked away from the child. "If there is anything you need my servants will attend to you."
"Thank you." Finn nodded his head softly and opened the door to his room. Ice King placed a gentle hand on the boy's shoulder and frowned.
"You will join me for dinner. That is not a request." Finn only nodded. When the beast finally left, Finn looked around his bedroom. It was beautiful; the walls were a soft blue color with white trim. The bed was large and the covers the same soft blue as the walls. There was a vanity on the far end of the room and a large window that overlooked the forest behind the castle. A bear-skin rug sat before the white marble fireplace and Finn smiled as tears filled his eyes. This room was beautiful but no different than the cell his brother was in. He was still prisoner. The blonde sobbed and fell onto the soft bed, letting his fear and sadness consume him and ignoring the crown's cries.
A/N: Please leave a review and I'm sorry for how late this is.