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Thanks you guys for the positivity; here's the second chapter of Bride.

Summary: After Fionna is kidnapped by the Ice King, Finn, Jake, Cake and the rest of their friends have to save her before the dreaded 'I Do'. But will they get there in time?

02: Once Upon A Time, In The Land Of Ooo…

Finn was bored.

But this was no ordinary bored; oh no, this bored sunk deep underneath his skin and spread quickly, like a disease, to the other inhabitants of Ooo, turning them into sluggish, bored shells like himself. Even time itself seemed to slow to a complete halt this hot afternoon; the sun hung low in the sky, as it did nearly four hours ago, and no clouds rolled by to lighten its intense heat. There were no problems to be solved, no wizards to punch down, no princesses to save—he had made sure of this, doing a clean sweep of the areas of Ooo at least three times, and finding nothing out of the ordinary.

A sigh sounded next to him.

"Man, I'm bored," Jake plopped down on the hill, panting profusely, "there's nothing to do today."

"Go visit lady." Finn provided a quick-fix solution to the mind-numbing boredom. Once again, the dog sighed, face-planting on the grass.

"Her and Bubblegum went to some lame royals convention in Breakfast Kingdom. She won't be back, for like, a decade."

The human snorted. "You mean ten days, dude?"

"Man, whatever!" Jake retorted, throwing his paws in the air angrily, and lifting his head, "It's still gonna be a long time!"

"Yeah…" the blonde boy wiped excess sweat off his forehead, too hot to respond to his animal companion. The sun began to set, a blessing on the excruciatingly humid day, when he saw the Ice King's pale form fly over his head. It may have been the glare of the star, or just his worn eyes, but Finn could've sworn that as he went by, he saw-

"Was that the Ice King?"

Finn shrugged, shading his eyes with a sweaty hand and turning towards the Ice Kingdom, "Couldn't see, man. Did it look like him?"

"Most def," Jake nodded, brushing the dirt off his knees, already transitioning into save-the-princess mode, "it looked like he had someone with him."

The blonde glanced at his brother, then the fleeting shadow of Ice King floating back to his Castle, and if his eyes hadn't failed him, Finn could make out the old man carrying something in his arms, and it looked like whatever it was, it was giving him a hard time. He noticed the Ice King flying erratically back to his home with the cargo, and the adventurer perked up instantly; someone needing saving was the opposite of boring.

"Hey Jake," Finn smiled, baring dimples, and tapping on his wrist, "what time is it?"

The dog nodded, jowls flapping up and down from the movement, "You don't even have to say it, bro."

And with that, the adventuring duo left behind the boredom of Tuesday afternoon, in the prospect of something exciting.

"No way, old creepy dude."

He hadn't imagined the princess of his dreams would have been so stubborn; the blonde crossed her arms over her chest, glaring at the ice wall and shooting down every attempt he made to talk to her. She did, however, let Gunter inside the cell, and held the penguin in her lap for comfort, petting it on the head every few minutes, as she ripped the dress he had left for her in the cell to bits, pulling off pieces of the expensive fabrics and jewels and throwing them at the Ice King's face.

"But you're amazing at handling my penguins! That means we should get married as soon as possible," she raised a brow at the old man, and Ice King felt a blush creep on his cheeks, an awkward laugh escaping from his lips, "…wow, that sounded so much better in my head."

"Then you should've kept it there. Like you should've kept me in my universe…world…whatever," she raised her hands in frustration, and Gunter nuzzled her throat in comfort, "I don't even know where I am now!"

"Didn't I explain it to you?"

"No. All you did was throw me in this stupid cell with your penguin and give me this dress." She held the shredded fabric in her hand, shaking in in distress and throwing it back down onto the floor where it belonged; the Ice King cleared his throat as she began to stomp on it.

"Well, my lady," she stopped her tantrum to glare at the Ice King for the nickname, "I had been visiting my sister, and when I finally found her, I was surprised to see her getting hammered by such a beautiful princess such as yourself."

Sister? Fionna squinted at the bearded man, now noticing the uncanny resemblance he bore to her arch enemy. She would've never expected there would be another person even crazier than the Ice Queen, but as he stood before her, twiddling his fingers together and almost bouncing up and down as he waited for her answer, the blonde could admit she had been pretty darn wrong.

"Ice Queen, right?" he nodded, "yeah, y'all are twins. And…and what was that last part? About the beautiful princess?"

The old guy laughed childishly, almost shrugging off Fionna's question indefinitely, "Why, I was talking about you, silly! Such a modest princess."

It hit Fionna in the chest, and it took her a minute to realize it was just Gunter playfully poking her stomach. It was common knowledge that the Ice Queen loved to predator on princes. So the Ice Queen was her male counterpart, and if she was right, the Ice King predatored on the princesses. And the Ice Queen always wanted to marry the princes; she wasn't interested in non-princes, and if he was like her…

"I'm not a princess, dude."

"Wha?" he had zoned out while waiting for Fionna to reply, "what'ja say?"

"I said, I'm not a princess," she repeated loudly, "I'm Fionna the Adventuress. I protect princes, but I'm not royal. So can I leave now?"

He stared at her, and finally she could see the gears turning in his head; the prospect of freedom was a mere second away, and if he would just open that latch and let her go back home, he would avoid being beaten to a pulp and she would never have to see a dress ever again. Yes, she saw him coming closer, saw him reaching for the lock—

"Whoopsie! It was unlocked," he chucked to himself, shaking his head and closing the latch with a click, and Fionna…well, Fionna could do nothing but stare, as the beginnings of a temper tantrum turned her cheeks a bright red, "so you won't try to escapey-wapey my little Queenie-eenie."

He cooed a safe distance away from the bars, and the blonde shot up, blue eyes alight in rage. She dropped Gunter to the ground, where he waddled to the corner of the room, before, like a cat in heat, scratching at the bars, bellowing her warrior cry at her assailant.

"Ice King!"

"You let her go!"

Fionna paused mid-shriek. She had belted out the Ice King's name in pure, unfiltered anger, but after those two words, she hadn't opened her mouth again; the only people in the room were the Ice King and her, and she doubted Gunter could speak not a word, save his 'wek' sound. She looked around, whirled this way and that, and suddenly, as a gaping hole marred the smooth ice of the walls, Fionna found her answer.

"Finn! Jake!" The Ice King shot blizzard beams at the duo, but both proved faster than his powers, avoiding it quickly and swinging their weapons again. The dog, with the powers to stretch like a rubber band, snagged the King with one oversized arm, and the human boy carried with him a sword, one that—

Fionna did a double take; surely enough, she was watching a human boy do battle with the Ice King. A human boy…a human boy, with the same colored shirt, the same bag, almost the same hat—and from a distance, Fionna could see a tiny tuft of yellow hair sticking out from under that almost same hat…a human boy.

Beside herself, she grinned as he landed a punch right on the wacko's nose. Red gushed out of the broken appendage, and he fell headfirst into the floor, and together, the team came in for a high-five, not paying attention to much else; and as the celebration still went on, neither of them saw the Ice King arise from the floor, Ice Beams already prepared in his hands and an angered look in his eyes.

"You guys!" she jumped up and down, gaining their attention quickly, "behind you! Behind you!"

The dog looked, stretching a fist too late, as the ice beam had already hit him head on; the boy, however, didn't turn. He started at Fionna in awe, and she stared right back, in equal surprise.

"Are you…are you—"

She opened her mouth, but before even a sound could be uttered from her lips, the second ice beam struck, and, what was probably the last human male in Aaa, suddenly turned into a popsicle.